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  All of You, Always

  A Walker Beach Romance

  Lindsay Harrel

  For my precious mentor and friend, Roma Gavaza.

  Your constant support and encouragement over the years have meant more than you know, and I am blessed to call you family.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Epilogue

  Connect With Lindsay

  All Because of You Sneak Peek

  Books by Lindsay Harrel

  About the Author

  Chapter 1

  So this was Walker Beach.

  A place that would finally help Bella Moody assemble the puzzle of her past—if she did her job.

  Bella angled her car down the Main Street loop. Flashes of the Pacific Ocean to her left reflected the sun’s rays between the downtown buildings, which were painted in cheery yellows, robin blues, and coral pinks. Other than its location in California, Walker Beach was nothing like Bella’s home in Los Angeles.

  The town had character—she’d give it that. But despite the fact Mom had called the little tourist town a “summer hotspot,” the streets didn’t seem overly crowded, even on a Friday afternoon in July. Probably had something to do with the earthquake last weekend.

  The earthquake that had finally given Moody Development an edge.

  Before she could blink, Bella had cruised by an art gallery, City Hall, a bookstore, and a smattering of restaurants. After passing a small public parking lot, she hit the northern part of town, which finally showed evidence of the earthquake.

  Bella slowed her car and rolled down her windows to take in the damage, including a few downed roofs, some broken front windows, and siding that hadn’t fared well against the force. From the reports she’d read, the tremor had only registered a 6.5 on the Richter scale, with no loss of lives but damage to several homes in the hills and about ten businesses along Main Street.

  Including her destination—the Iridescent Inn.

  She came to a crosswalk and stopped for a young pigtailed girl with a thirty-something couple. The girl turned to the adults and reached for them. “Mama! Daddy! Swing me!”

  Laughing, they each took a hand and swung her between them as they crossed the road.

  Bella rubbed a hand over her heart. That child didn’t know how lucky she was. Not only to have a mom and a dad in her life but also to have the security of their love.

  She rolled her windows back up. No sense in waxing sentimental about what had never been—at least for her. But the perfect picture in front of Bella reinforced her determination to find out what she’d always longed to know. Maybe even to change her future.

  If only there were another way to obtain the information she sought.

  Shaking loose of the grim thought, Bella hightailed it through the rest of town, past a huge community park situated along the beach, and about a mile outside of Walker Beach until she reached her destination. The Iridescent Inn sat on a bluff with a path that led down to a private beach.

  Mom had chosen well. Now it was up to Bella to seal the deal.

  She swallowed past her dry throat. Pulling into the parking lot, Bella climbed from her Lexus sedan. Only a single beat-up Ford pickup truck accompanied her car.

  The breeze coming up from the ocean whipped Bella’s brown ombre hair across her face as she maneuvered to her trunk and pulled a travel-sized suitcase from inside it. Bella headed toward the adorable inn. Of course, it was no Waldorf Astoria in Beverly Hills, but its Victorian-style wraparound porch and dormer windows cast it in the same cozy light as the rest of the town.

  Bella’s Louboutins crunched over the gravel parking lot as she approached the front door. From here, she couldn’t make out any damage to the inn, but Mom’s source had assured them that the hundred-year-old building hadn’t escaped without a rather significant scratch. Bella reached for the knob on the red front door, but it held fast.

  After knocking on the door without a reply, she whipped out her cell phone then looked up the inn’s number and dialed. Her legs ached as she shifted from foot to foot, the result of being crammed into the car for nearly five hours—thank you, endless LA traffic.

  Great. No answer.

  The ground beneath her feet rumbled. Bella shoved her phone into her purse and held as steady as possible while riding out the aftershock, which only lasted thirty seconds. She would probably experience hundreds of little quakes while here.

  A crash cracked through the air, and Bella’s heart stuttered as she maneuvered into a defensive position despite the pencil skirt that restricted her movement. But other than a few cars passing on the street just beyond the inn, no one was anywhere to be seen. Bella turned her ear to the wind. Another collision, this one a bit quieter, came from the backside of the building, so she walked that way, suitcase in tow.

  As she rounded the inn, she nearly gasped at the view—at the whiff of briny spray in the air that spoke of fun and relaxation in the sun. Of retreats and vacation. Of the West Coast at its finest.

  No wonder Mom was willing to pay through the nose for this property. When combined with the two B&Bs that Moody Development had already bought on either side of the Iridescent Inn, this location would make for a beautiful—and profitable—new resort.

  Once Bella convinced Ben Baker to sell.

  She let herself through the wrought-iron gate that led from a walled-in courtyard down toward the beach. Trees provided a lot of shade, and a stone fountain nearby gave a pleasant ambience despite the fact no water trickled down its face.

  But that’s where the charm gave way to destruction. From this side of the inn, the significant scratch—or scratches, rather—became obvious. The entire northwestern wing of the Iridescent Inn had visible damage, with a hole in the northern part of its roof, cracks in the western blue clapboard siding, and scattered roof tiles and wood that lay strewn below.

  She walked closer, her eyes moving along the house, taking in every casualty. The poor old inn had met its match in the earthquake.

  As she stood next to a partially collapsed winding staircase that led to a damaged upper-story deck, a pang of sympathy curled around Bella’s heart—even though all this was to her advantage.

  The ground began to shake again as nature showed off with another aftershock. A large dangling piece of the staircase’s railing cracked and plummeted through the air toward Bella.

  “Watch out!”

  Before she could even shriek, a flash of movement crossed her path as someone knocked into her with a grunt, felling her breath. Bella rolled a few times until she landed on her back. Taking in a few gulps of air, she cringed at something beneath her and pulled out a sharp rock that she tossed aside.

  “Are you hurt?”

  Bella turned her head to find a man sitting next to her, groaning as he rubbed his head before looking her way.

  She peered up into warm chocolate eyes and a handsome tan face. Her tongue grew heavy. “No.”

  Scratch that. Her knees and elbows pulsed with a raw pain like the first time she’d ridden a bike without training wheels at the age of seven. Down the hill she had flown, and when she’d reached the bottom, onto the asphalt she had splayed. As usual, Mom hadn’t been there. “Nothing feels broken at least.”

  “That’s good.” The man peeled thick work gloves from his hands as he bent toward her, squinting, examining, his eyebrows knit together. “Your knees are scraped up
, but it’s nothing a good cleaning and some BAND-AIDs won’t fix.”

  “Guess I won’t be wearing my favorite little black dress anytime soon.” Bella forced a chuckle at her bad joke. She wouldn’t need to wear something fancy if she were here for any length of time.

  Not that she intended to be—though if Mr. Baker turned out to be as obstinate toward Bella as he’d been toward Mom, well, who knew how long she’d be stuck in the middle of nowhere.

  “Can you sit?” Her rescuer watched Bella, something deep and assessing in his gaze.

  Bella’s stomach roiled at the scrutiny as her mother’s warning came to mind. “You’ll have to be on your toes at all times.”

  Right. She needed to focus. This minor incident couldn’t endanger her mission, however conflicted she was about it.

  “I think so.”

  “Here. Let me help you.” He offered his hand. His white long-sleeved T-shirt pulled against his broad chest.

  “Thanks.” Bella slipped her fingers inside his, nearly pulling away at the shock his touch rendered, like the static electricity that always clung to the end of a slide and zapped kids when they least expected it.

  After getting her upright, the guy let go of her hand and ran his fingers through his blondish-brown crew cut. “I’m really sorry about this.”

  She glanced down at her injuries and nearly cried out. The heel of her left Louboutin pump had snapped off and laid lifeless on the dirty ground, a victim of the aftershock and subsequent fall. Mom had better reimburse that as a business expense.

  “It’s not your fault. I shouldn’t have been standing so close to the staircase.”

  “I was out here cleaning up when I saw you.” A yellow hard hat lay discarded upside down on the other side of him. Mr. Baker must have hired him to clear the debris from the earthquake damage. “Another second or two and that loose railing would have creamed you.”

  “Instead, you got the privilege.” Her fingers clenched as the words she’d intended to be a joke released in a stiff tone.

  He hesitated. “I was just trying to help.”

  “Oh, no. Yeah.” Why were her words getting all jumbled in her delivery? She took a breath and tried again. “I’m grateful. Really.”

  “Well . . . I’ll go fetch the first aid kit.” Again the man studied her, almost as if he knew something about her.

  I hope not. Shivering, Bella stood, wincing at an ache in her backside. “That’s OK.” She needed to get checked in, hopefully before meeting the inn’s owner. First impressions were everything in Bella’s world, and she was sure they mattered even outside of the big city. “I’ll come with you.” She located her suitcase a few feet away.

  His eyes narrowed for a moment. “Are you . . .” He massaged his jaw for a moment then shook his head and headed toward the front of the hotel.

  Well, that was strange. She followed him, hobbling on her broken heel.

  He snuck a hand into the pockets of his Dickies and emerged with a key that he used to open the door before pushing his way inside. Huh. Maybe he was more than a contractor hired to fix the earthquake damage.

  The inside of the inn exuded just as much charm as the outside, and from here Bella wouldn’t have even known of the damage along its northwestern facade. Real wood floors led to a quaint reception desk that welcomed guests into the ten-by-ten foyer. Behind it, a staircase ascended to a second level. If memory served from her brief moments perusing the website, the twenty-room inn had a small lobby at the top of the stairs and rooms on both floors. The deck she’d seen from the courtyard in the back met up with the lobby and provided guests with a gorgeous view of the ocean and beach below.

  Speaking of other guests, where were they?

  Bella cleared her throat. “I’m guessing all that debris is from the earthquake?”

  “Yeah, and things are a mess. Most of the town was spared, but a few of us were hit hard. It could have been worse.” The workman squatted behind the reception desk and started digging, finally emerging with a box of bandages and a tube of what she assumed was antibiotic ointment.

  “Here you go.” He shoved the stuff into her hands and leaned back against the desk, chiseled arms folded over his chest. The scent of clean soap lingered in the space between them.

  “Thanks.” The edges of the BAND-AID wrappers crinkled in her fingers. She itched to get out of her dusty clothes, but this was a prime opportunity to gather intel. And even though her assignment left a sour taste in her mouth, that’s why she was here after all. “Were there any guests staying at the inn when the earthquake struck?”

  Something ticked in the man’s jaw. “Thankfully not.” His arms tightened, emphasizing his biceps even more. “Speaking of guests, I notice you have a suitcase with you, but I don’t have any reservations in my system for today. Can I ask what you were doing in my courtyard?”

  His system? His courtyard? Bella blinked. “Are you the owner?”

  “Yep. Ben Baker, at your service.”

  “Oh.” She couldn’t hold back her grimace. So much for first impressions. “Nice to meet you.”

  “And you are?”

  She couldn’t miss how steel rimmed his tone. Something about his clear distrust weakened her muscles. But why should she care what he thought? She didn’t know him. And Bella Moody was used to playing ball with much more intimidating businessmen than Ben Baker.

  Of course, in this case, playing ball meant using stealth. Getting the inside scoop. Winning him over so she could discover his weaknesses and take what she wanted.

  Well, what Mom wanted.

  But if Bella succeeded, her mother would finally give Bella what she wanted. The one thing she wanted more than anything. The thing only Mom could give.

  Information.

  She stepped forward, her legs wobbly—and not just because of her missing heel. Guess she cared what he thought after all.

  “Bella M—” Yikes, she’d almost ruined everything with one word. She needed to stick with her plan if things weren’t going to fall apart in the first five minutes. More than they already had, anyway. “Bella Miranda.”

  At least she wasn’t lying. Miranda was her middle name.

  It was a small consolation.

  Stay focused. Remember why you’re really here. Let that guide you.

  “And what are you doing in town?”

  “I’m here on a personal errand.” She glanced at her suitcase. “And no, I don’t have a reservation, but I was hoping you’d have space for me.”

  He lifted off the desk, his arms falling to his sides. “You really want to stay here after nearly being taken out by that railing?”

  “Is it safe on the inside?” If not, she’d have to find somewhere else in town to stay, some other way to get to know Ben. The whole plan would go much more smoothly if she could be here.

  “The building inspector finally came today and gave me the all-clear to enter. Only half of the inn is damaged. If you stay away from the courtyard and don’t go north of the lobby, you should be OK.” The pinched look on his face relayed his resignation. “But I’d need you to sign a waiver stating that you understand the risks.”

  “All right.”

  He waited for a beat. “All right as in . . .”

  “I’ll stay.”

  Was that a kindling of hope smoldering in Ben’s eyes? It was there and gone so quickly that maybe she’d imagined it. “We do, in fact, have a few vacancies right now.” He rounded the desk and snagged the computer mouse. “Do you want one queen or two twins?”

  “One queen is fine.”

  “And how long do you want to stay?”

  “Can we just start with a week? I’ll let you know if I need to stay longer.”

  Ben glanced up. “You don’t know how long you’ll be here?”

  “I’m not sure when my business will be concluded.” And wasn’t that the truth? “One more thing. I’d like to pay in cash, if that’s all right.”

  Ben’s eyebrows lifted. “We normally
require a credit card on file in case there are damages.”

  She couldn’t give him a credit card with her real last name on it, now could she? Her stomach twisted at the need for such deceit, but she pushed the uneasiness aside. “I’m happy to pay for a week at a time up-front, plus I can give you a deposit in case there are damages. Not that I plan to damage anything.”

  He studied her for a moment, probably weighing whether she’d walk out if he refused. Finally, he nodded. “You’re not the first person to come to Walker Beach looking for anonymity. Two hundred should cover the deposit, which will be refunded when you check out as long as nothing’s damaged.”

  “Sounds great.”

  He took her cash then worked to check her in.

  So far, except for his penetrating gazes and slightly bristly manner, he’d been all business—an admirable quality, actually, considering how often guys hit on Bella when she was doing the most mundane of tasks like grocery shopping or working out at the gym. But this was one instance where a chatty demeanor would have been helpful.

  Because everything was riding on getting Ben to like her.

  And people didn’t open up to those they didn’t like, so to succeed here, she needed to gain his trust. At least, that’s what Mom had said before she’d sent Bella off on this mission.

  Hating herself more than a little and feeling as fake as a metal tree at Christmas, Bella cocked a hip and propped an arm on the desk. While Ben clicked around on the screen, she pointed to a framed photo a few inches away that showed a huge group of people smiling at the camera. “Is that your family?”

  Not looking up, he nodded. “Yep. Family reunion last year.”

  She peered closer and finally found Ben in the upper left corner, his arm slung around a tall blond girl with similar features. “Who’s that?”