Page 75 of The Billionaire's Son

She’d made up her mind to go home. It was time, in fact past time. Leaving was the best decision for her and the Wentworths. Especially Jason. She wasn’t his mother, and it was wrong to keep up the pretense that she was. Even more so now if he had remembered the truth.

And why was that thought making her so sad?

“Hey, pretty lady.”

Trey appeared beside her, holding two margaritas. “Thanks.” She accepted hers and took a taste. Yep. Definitely tequila.

“Is Jason asleep?” she asked.

Trey nodded. “All the excitement wore him out.”

“Bodyguards standing by?”

“One by the cabin, one at the bow keeping an eye out.”

Kelly smiled at Trey as he sat in a lounge next to hers, but his gaze wasn’t on her face. It zeroed in on the burn mark on her shoulder. Without thinking she raised her hand to cover the mark, her fingers icy from the drink.

He shifted his gaze to the same horizon she’d just pondered. Trey was curious about the burn. She knew he wanted her to tell him what had happened. But not now. She didn’t want memories from the worst day of her life to interfere with one of the best.

“It’s been a lovely day,” she said. “Thank you.”

“Have you noticed anything different about Jason?” Trey asked.

Surprised, she cut him a look. Of course Trey would have noticed. “Yes. Has he said anything to you?”

“No. But I’ve caught him studying you.”

“Do you think he’s regaining his memory of his mother?”

Trey released a breath. “God, I hope so.”

“Maybe he’s trying to figure out who the hell I am. Should we ask him about it?”

“I don’t know. If we say the wrong thing…” Trey took a sip of his drink. “That’s something we can discuss with Dr. Barth tomorrow night.”

“Dr. Barth,” Kelly said. “Tomorrow night?”

“Jason’s new therapist, remember?”

“Right, but I told you I had to go home. Do you remember that?” The noise from an approaching boat made her raise her voice.

“What’s one more night, Kelly?”

“Do you know how many times you’ve asked me for one more night?”

Before Trey could answer, a sleek black speedboat raced too close along the side of Drop Shot, creating a huge wake that rocked the boat. The bodyguards appeared, but these weren’t kidnappers, just people out for a joy ride.

Three people on the bow, a man and two young women, held up cell phones to snap photos of them. Another man stood behind the wheel. All four waved as the boat roared out of sight.

“That should be illegal,” Kelly muttered.

“I think it is,” Trey said. “But of course there’s never a cop around when you need one.”

“Very funny. Do you think they recognized your boat?”

Trey nodded. “I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner. We’ve been lucky today.”

They lapsed into silence as the motion of the boat steadied. Kelly stared after the vanishing boat. Trey lived in a fishbowl. God, she’d hate people constantly poking their nose into her business.

“I know I’ve asked a lot of you, Kelly,” Trey said softly, “but has your time with me really been so horrible?”

“Well, I didn’t enjoy the visit from your father.”

“Neither did I.”

“What’s the deal with you two?” she asked.

“It’s complicated,” Trey said.

“Yeah, I get that. Where’s your mother? You never talk about her.”

“We all have scars, Kelly.” Trey shifted his gaze to the boat off in the distance, a muscle working in his jaw. “Some are less obvious than others.”

Kelly swallowed. She shouldn’t be surprised Trey had wounds. Everyone did. Life was crazy hard most of the time.

“Is your mom still alive?”

He shot her a look, then nodded.

Kelly bit her lip, wildly curious now. He hadn’t shut her questions down yet. “Are your parents divorced?”

“No, but they haven’t lived together for twenty years. She’s in a private treatment center. The Wentworth machine chewed her up and spit her out. She can barely function.”

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