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Secret Fantasy

Secret Fantasy(39)
Author: Carly Phillips

“Juliette…”

“Whatever it is, it doesn’t matter.” She swung around, placing her back toward him.

He could have dealt with anger, disapproval or outright accusation but he got none of those. Instead he received apathy—the one thing he couldn’t fight. The one thing that would keep him at arm’s length now and maybe for good.

“Can you just leave?” She wrapped her arms around herself, protecting herself from him.

No matter how much he knew he was the last person who would hurt her, she’d never believe him. At least not now.

“I want you to understand something first. I came for a story about your ex. I never intended to hurt you. Never planned to use you…” he said, his voice trailing off, knowing how lame his words sounded.

And knowing despite his best intentions, using her was exactly what he’d done, exactly what he’d planned, no matter how he’d excused it at the time.

And if he’d thought beyond his own needs he’d have realized hurting her was inevitable. “I’ll go.”

If she deserved nothing else from him, she deserved to have her wishes granted. She deserved to have him gone.

JULIETTE TOSSED the last item of clothing into her suitcase, then zipped it closed. Let loose and be yourself, she thought with disgust. She’d come to a conclusion that had nothing to do with self-pity, just fact—apparently it didn’t matter if she played the dutiful daughter, the politician’s fiancé or Juliette Stanton the woman, all were ripe for being used.

When a knock sounded at her door, Juliette exhaled a sigh of relief. She’d booked an evening flight back to Chicago today and had called for someone to bring her luggage to the main part of the hotel. But instead of a bellman, she found Merrilee on the other side of the door.

“I understand you’re checking out early,” the older woman said. Questions and compassion mixed in her gaze.

“My plans changed.” Juliette stepped back and let her visitor inside.

“Life rarely goes according to plan.”

She shook her head and laughed. “You can say that again.” She hadn’t expected to fall hard for any man, especially another one who’d lied to her from the outset.

“Would you believe me if I told you that the unexpected often works out better than anything you’d planned?”

“At this moment? Probably not.” Juliette forced a laugh and started to cry instead. The emotion she’d held in check for the last couple of hours came rushing out, sweeping over her in full force.

Merrilee put a hand on her back and Juliette attempted to wipe away her concerns as easily as she could swipe a hand over her eyes and dry her tears. But neither could be dismissed so easily and she found herself reliving her fantasy by confiding everything about the past few days to Merrilee.

“I feel ridiculous,” Juliette said when she was done, sniffing and grabbing for a tissue.

“I don’t know why. We’ve all been through bad times. But why are you so sure Doug didn’t mean what he said? ‘I love you’ isn’t something a man says easily.”

“It is in my experience,” she muttered.

“Your ex-fiancé?” Merrilee asked.

Juliette nodded. “Stuart’s ‘I love you’ was a way to make himself a part of my family and keep himself in my father’s good graces.”

“And Doug’s? I admit I only know what I see, but he genuinely seems to care about you.”

“He also wanted something from me.”

“Which he got. And has yet to use,” Merrilee reminded her.

“Yet being the operative word.”

Merrilee patted her hand. “There’re many ways to tell a story. Do you want my advice?”

Juliette nodded. With her sister and parents too far away to help, Juliette would take whatever advice this kindhearted woman wanted to give.

“Keep an open mind and, most importantly, an open heart,” she said, her eyes fathomless, seemingly wiser than her years. “Are you sure I can’t persuade you to stay longer?”

Juliette let out a sigh. “No. As beautiful as this place is, I really do need to get home. I’ve been sitting on some things too long and need to take action.” She debated telling Merrilee about Stuart and decided against it. Fate worked a certain way for a reason. At least now Juliette was in possession of all the facts.

“Well, I hope in time you’ll look back on your stay here fondly,” her hostess said.

“Believe it or not, I already do.” At the very least, she’d learned plenty about herself and her ability to open up and trust, even if it had been with the wrong man.

But if he was so wrong for her, then why did the pained look in his eyes linger in her memory along with his words? I never intended to hurt you. I never intended to use you.

I love you—the last said long after his lies had been exposed. She hugged her arms around her waist. Long after he’d walked out, leaving her alone as she’d requested, she’d replayed every moment of their time on the island in her head. Every touch, every kiss, every intimate conversation.

No question he’d come to Secret Fantasy with an agenda, but could his feelings have shifted midcourse? Hers most certainly had. “Merrilee?”

Her hand on the door, the other woman turned. “Yes?”

“Do you have any regrets in life?”

She nodded. “Not having had the chance to follow my heart.”

Her words rung in Juliette’s ears long after Merrilee let herself out. I love you. Lord knew, his lies aside, Juliette loved him. But she’d been taken in twice. Both so recent she still had the scars to show for her misplaced faith. How could she even think about trusting the words and expressions of a man whose lips and eyes had already deceived her?

CHAPTER TEN

IF FLYING from Secret Fantasy to Miami, from Miami to Chicago, and Chicago to Washington D.C., all in forty-eight hours, was enough to prove love, Doug would have Juliette in his arms by now. Unfortunately, Juliette had gotten a head start and the last seat on the last flight out of Miami. After hours of waiting in airports and too little sleep, Doug prepared himself to face Senator Stanton’s secretary and then the senator himself.

In fact, his journey had just begun. And when he stood in front of Juliette’s father, he understood just how difficult the trip would be.

Senator Stanton rose from behind his desk. “I shouldn’t even be seeing you.” Despite the older man’s graying hair and age, Doug saw similarities to Juliette. Like his daughter, even in disapproval, his green eyes held an inherent warmth.

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