Sunset Rivalry: The Caliendo Resort (By The Lake: The Caliendo Resort Book 2) by Shannyn Leah Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Shannyn Leah
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Chapter Five
QUINN WOULD HAVE felt guilty for betraying Anya and going back on his word if it hadn’t been the right thing to do.
The intervention was almost as though he had thrown her into the lion’s den, unguarded and unprepared. Only the people waiting for Anya weren’t her enemy and wouldn’t eat her alive. They were her family. They were the people she needed in her life in order to survive.
Whatever the hell she’d been doing on her own was clearly not benefiting her. If Anya didn’t get her act together she wouldn’t survive. But these people would help her. These people would protect her.
He knew Anya was pissed. She’d looked at him only once, long enough to shoot daggers from her eyes right into his heart. Then she’d made it a point not to turn her eyes to him again for the next hour.
Carl had wandered over in his direction long enough to thank him and dismiss him at the same time. Carl was wary of him and Quinn didn’t blame him. Quinn was fully aware that Carl wasn’t in the dark about his on-the-side jobs for Robert. He even considered the possibility that Carl was aware of Quinn’s ulterior motive.
Quinn waited in Anya’s suite with the lights off, sitting in the dark so the rest of her family...or Anya...wouldn’t know he lingered.
If she knew he’d stuck around, Quinn suspected when the time came for the family to separate from the lounging area around the pool, she wouldn’t have come inside her suite.
He watched her from the window as she headed across the marble floors in his direction. He couldn’t get over how frail she looked.
Eliza and Carl watched Anya until she shut the door and he was sure they all wondered if she would be here in the morning. Quinn had given his word to Eliza that morning that he wouldn’t let Anya leave again and if she did, he would track her. He owed Eliza.
Anya didn’t turn the lights on.
Her soft sigh floated into the air and pulled him out of hiding.
Her head twisted in his direction as he stepped out of the shadows of the dining room, six feet away from her right.
She straightened, her body inhaling a deep breath before turning on pot lights that only lit the living room to her left.
They stood in silence staring at one another.
Anya didn’t try to hide her anger, not that she would be good at it if she had.
Nothing had really changed in the situation between them. He still needed his file, which meant he needed her to show him the exact location of the file room. She still needed him. Quinn had the key card, which he was aware she could easily obtain another one from her family, but he had one bargaining chip left. Quinn had access to the security system.
Anya finally moved, but her eyes stayed on Quinn. She closed the distance between them, her step unwavering and her jaw clenched tight, tugging the delicate features of her face.
She stopped in front of him and her open hand forcefully slapped him across the face.
He didn’t move at the contact, but flinched at the stinging that lingered...and what was coming.
“You did this. You son of a bitch,” she accused. “Who do you think you are? God? You had no right to run to my mother and tattle like a little child.”
Tattle like a little child? Did she honestly think his intentions were so dense it was childlike? He was protecting her.
And right now, crossing her arms so tightly across her chest he was surprised she could breathe , she was the one acting like the little child...maybe it was about time someone told her so.
“Running your body on empty, living in a cabin that is ready to crumble to the ground and sneaking around instead of being up-front and talking to your family are juvenile acts. If you stop acting like a child people won’t treat you like a child.”
Anya grunted.
“You are one to talk. You’re here for the exact same reason as me. A file. I could have told them exactly what you were up to after that shit you pulled
Chapter Five
QUINN WOULD HAVE felt guilty for betraying Anya and going back on his word if it hadn’t been the right thing to do.
The intervention was almost as though he had thrown her into the lion’s den, unguarded and unprepared. Only the people waiting for Anya weren’t her enemy and wouldn’t eat her alive. They were her family. They were the people she needed in her life in order to survive.
Whatever the hell she’d been doing on her own was clearly not benefiting her. If Anya didn’t get her act together she wouldn’t survive. But these people would help her. These people would protect her.
He knew Anya was pissed. She’d looked at him only once, long enough to shoot daggers from her eyes right into his heart. Then she’d made it a point not to turn her eyes to him again for the next hour.
Carl had wandered over in his direction long enough to thank him and dismiss him at the same time. Carl was wary of him and Quinn didn’t blame him. Quinn was fully aware that Carl wasn’t in the dark about his on-the-side jobs for Robert. He even considered the possibility that Carl was aware of Quinn’s ulterior motive.
Quinn waited in Anya’s suite with the lights off, sitting in the dark so the rest of her family...or Anya...wouldn’t know he lingered.
If she knew he’d stuck around, Quinn suspected when the time came for the family to separate from the lounging area around the pool, she wouldn’t have come inside her suite.
He watched her from the window as she headed across the marble floors in his direction. He couldn’t get over how frail she looked.
Eliza and Carl watched Anya until she shut the door and he was sure they all wondered if she would be here in the morning. Quinn had given his word to Eliza that morning that he wouldn’t let Anya leave again and if she did, he would track her. He owed Eliza.
Anya didn’t turn the lights on.
Her soft sigh floated into the air and pulled him out of hiding.
Her head twisted in his direction as he stepped out of the shadows of the dining room, six feet away from her right.
She straightened, her body inhaling a deep breath before turning on pot lights that only lit the living room to her left.
They stood in silence staring at one another.
Anya didn’t try to hide her anger, not that she would be good at it if she had.
Nothing had really changed in the situation between them. He still needed his file, which meant he needed her to show him the exact location of the file room. She still needed him. Quinn had the key card, which he was aware she could easily obtain another one from her family, but he had one bargaining chip left. Quinn had access to the security system.
Anya finally moved, but her eyes stayed on Quinn. She closed the distance between them, her step unwavering and her jaw clenched tight, tugging the delicate features of her face.
She stopped in front of him and her open hand forcefully slapped him across the face.
He didn’t move at the contact, but flinched at the stinging that lingered...and what was coming.
“You did this. You son of a bitch,” she accused. “Who do you think you are? God? You had no right to run to my mother and tattle like a little child.”
Tattle like a little child? Did she honestly think his intentions were so dense it was childlike? He was protecting her.
And right now, crossing her arms so tightly across her chest he was surprised she could breathe , she was the one acting like the little child...maybe it was about time someone told her so.
“Running your body on empty, living in a cabin that is ready to crumble to the ground and sneaking around instead of being up-front and talking to your family are juvenile acts. If you stop acting like a child people won’t treat you like a child.”
Anya grunted.
“You are one to talk. You’re here for the exact same reason as me. A file. I could have told them exactly what you were up to after that shit you pulled
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