Senator Harris slammed his hand down on the table. “There has to be something in his past that will drop his popularity with the voters,” he thundered. “And I plan on finding out what it is and destroying him the same way he destroyed my bill.”
Chapter 5
“Clayton and Syneda. I don't believe it.”
Justin Madaris shook his head as he whispered the words to his wife as she lay in his arms.
“They're the last two people likely to end up together. Who would have thought they would have stopped opposing each other long enough to get interested in each other,” he added.
Clayton and Syneda had retired to their separate bedrooms, and Justin and Lorren had made the sofa into an extra bed.
“I can't believe Clayton,” Lorren said tersely. A thundercloud of indignant frowns bunched her brows together. “The nerve of him hitting on Syneda.”
Justin rolled his eyes heavenward. “Aren't you getting a bit carried away?”
Lorren lifted her head to glare down at her husband. “If I am, I have every right to. I don't want Clayton and Syneda involved with each other.”
“Why?”
“He'll hurt her.”
“Have you ever considered letting Syneda handle her own love life, Lorren? She's a grown woman, you know. Besides, don't you think you're being a little too hard on Clayton?”
“No. I love Clayton dearly, but he's a man who loves women. Lots of them. And I don't want him adding my best friend to his flock. Having a constant supply of willing women has spoiled Clayton. I know just how he operates, and I don't want him operating on Syneda.”
Justin smiled. “Is that why you ignored his hints that we check into a hotel tonight?”
A satisfied glint appeared in Lorren's eyes. “You got that right. He was trying to get rid of us. As far as I'm concerned, we arrived right on time.”
Justin laughed, pulling Lorren closer into his arms. His eyes glowed with amusement. “Clayton didn't think so.”
“I'm sure he didn't. Especially when Syneda retired to her own bedroom.”
“What happens when we leave the day after tomorrow?”
“Hopefully by then you'll have talked Clayton out of this foolishness.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you.” Lorren looked at her husband with appealing eyes. “You have to do something. You're his older brother. He might listen to you.”
Justin laughed shortly and shrugged. “Lorren, I respect Clayton's privacy. Besides, it's none of my business and neither is it yours.”
“But Syneda is my best—”
Justin didn't let her finish. “It isn't our business, Lorren,” he repeated. “We should have enough faith in Clayton to believe he won't deliberately hurt Syneda.”
He cupped his wife's chin with his hand and lifted her eyes to meet his. “Clayton loves you. He knows how close you and Syneda are. He won't ever do anything to ruin that.”
Lorren took a deep breath. “I hope you're right Justin,” she said softly in a voice that seemed to come from a long way off.
“I believe I am. Besides, I think you've overlooked one very important fact here.”
“What?”
“One of the reasons Clayton and Syneda were never interested in each other was because neither was the other's type. Syneda is nothing like those women Clayton normally dates, flashy with no substance. She's an attractive, intelligent woman who has a lot going for her. I feel confident she'll be able to handle him.”
Justin grinned. “In fact, you may be worried about the wrong person. I don't know if he realizes it yet, but I think Clayton has finally met his match. You just might want to take out the prayer book for Clayton.”
“Where is everyone?”
Justin raised his head from reading the newspaper and met his brother's eyes. It didn't take much from Clayton's brooding expression to figure out he hadn't enjoyed sleeping in his bed alone.
“Lorren and Syneda aren't here.”
“Where are they?”
“They went shopping.”
“Shopping? That's crazy. Syneda and I went shopping a few days ago.”
Justin chuckled. “Evidently like most women she enjoys it. Lorren said not to expect them back until dinnertime. I guess we're stuck with each other until then.”
Clayton gave his head a wry shake. “I could wring your wife's neck, Justin. She knew I was trying to get rid of the two of you last night, and she deliberately ignored my ploy. And now I have a feeling she's trying to keep Syneda from me today.”
Justin smiled and shrugged his shoulders in mock resignation. “She feels Syneda needs protecting.”
“Protecting?”
“Yes, protecting. Face it, Clayton, your reputation precedes you.”
The two brothers stared at each other for a long time before Clayton finally looked away. He didn't need this, he told himself righteously. Why should he defend his actions to anyone, especially his family? He and Syneda were not teenagers, they were adults. They didn't need keepers, nor did they have to answer to anyone.
He let out a disgusted sigh before turning hard eyes to his brother. “I would never deliberately hurt Syneda, Justin.”
“I know you wouldn't, Clayton.”
A faint light appeared in the depths of Clayton's brown eyes. “Thanks,” he said quietly. “I wish there was some way I could assure Lorren of that, but there isn't. Being attracted to each other was the last thing that Syneda and I planned on happening. It just did. The attraction became more than the two of us could handle last night.”
“I gathered as much when I opened the door last night on you guys.”
Clayton grinned. “Yeah, that was bad timing on your part. You and Lorren are welcome to stay here for another day but then I want the two of you out of here. The last thing Syneda and I need is outside interference. We're going to enjoy the rest of our vacation in peace and quiet without you and Lorren acting as chaperones. Now with that out of the way, let's go grab some breakfast.”
Justin chuckled. “I don't know if there's a need. You've just said a mouthful.”
A spectacular view of the yacht harbor and intercoastal waterway was the setting for the Clam Shell Restaurant, a popular favorite with locals, yachtsmen and tourists. The restaurant was renowned for its luncheon specials, which were best enjoyed while sipping a cooling tropical drink.
Syneda and Lorren had chosen a table on the wooden deck that provided a breathtaking view of the Comachee Cove Yacht Harbor.
“Isn't the food terrific, Lorren? Clayton and I had lunch here a few days ago and—” “Just what's going on with you and Clayton?” Lorren asked pointedly.
“What do you mean?” Syneda replied innocently.
“Don't act crazy, girlfriend. You know exactly what I mean. When Justin opened the door on the two of you last night, it was obvious we had interrupted something.”
Syneda's lips broke into a wide grin. “Clayton and I could have made the same assessment about you and Justin.”
“We are not discussing me and Justin. We're discussing you and Clayton.”
Syneda