Scandal on the Sand by Claire Roxanne St

Author:Claire, Roxanne St. [Claire, Roxanne St.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Romance, Contemporary Fiction, Contemporary, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: South Street Publishing
Published: 2014-02-04T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

By the time they reached the complex, Liza had fully composed herself, forcing herself to pay attention to the surroundings, avoiding crowds as they walked briskly across town. She could not afford to get emotional about this yet. Not ever.

“All right, we need a plan of action,” Nate said as they neared the destination.

“I told you, I have a plan for dealing with him.”

“Not alone. Not with some guy who’s been described as a douche-bag.”

“I can handle a douche-bag. My goal hasn’t changed, Nate. I want a signed Termination of Parental Rights so that no one has a claim to Dylan.” But that wasn’t all, and she had to admit that. “I also want the truth about who he is. Someday, I’m going to have to tell Dylan.”

As he nodded, his expression grew darker, maybe realizing just how difficult a conversation that would be, no matter what was said. “That’s why you got so worked up in the restaurant.”

“This whole situation has me worked up,” she confessed. “The sooner I have answers, the better.”

“Then let’s go.” He led her through the open gate to the Conch Harbor apartment complex, both of them pausing to take in the half-dozen white stucco buildings with beaten barrel tile rooftops.

“This is it,” Nate said. “I’ve been here before.”

He was that sure? “Wasn’t it dark that night?”

“Pitch, but I came back the next day, remember? I called the limo driver and had him bring me back, but I couldn’t find her anywhere, and I even looked through all the mailboxes. No Bailey Banks. And before you ask, no, I didn’t go to the apartment manager. I was trying to stay on the down low, but I really did look for her.”

Having walked through town with him, she understood. “She was living with this Munson guy,” Liza said. “Maybe her name wasn’t on the mailboxes.”

“Maybe. I know I tried to find her.”

“Why did you, anyway? You said she wasn’t your type.”

He steered her toward the main building, where there was a bank of outdoor mailboxes for every building. “She took pictures,” he said after a long beat. “Actually, a video.”

Liza almost tripped, stopping cold on the sidewalk to stare at him. “Like of you guys...” She couldn’t help making a face. “You mean a sex tape?”

He looked away. “I wanted to get it from her before she did anything stupid with it, like send it to the media.”

Liza felt her eyes widen. “Did she?”

“The tape never surfaced, and I forgot about it until I saw her picture in that journal. It’s not possible you have it, is it?”

“I doubt it. I got rid of all her stuff, and I don’t remember any cameras in her belongings. She used her phone to take pictures.”

“Let’s hope that camera and what was on it is long destroyed,” he said when they reached the mailboxes.

As they started to peruse the residents’ names, Liza gathered up the courage to make a simple request. “Listen, if we find him, I have to talk to him alone.

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