Stranded with the Quarterback

  Stranded with the Quarterback

  Stranded in Paradise Romance, Book 7

  Elana Johnson

  Contents

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  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

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Six Months Later

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  Chapter One

  Orchid Stone stapled a packet of papers together, her thoughts on what she should make for dinner that night. She wondered if the other single women in the administration building at Petals & Leis had the same mundane thoughts she did.

  She glanced around, though she only worked with three other people. They all looked as bored as she felt, and one of them really needed a boyfriend so they had something to talk about while they filed, answered phones, managed the huge orders that came in, and made sure everyone in the billion-dollar flower company got paid.

  But yep, Orchid’s life was very, very boring.

  She had Tesla, her seven-year-old daughter who kept things hopping, but not during the day while she was at school. And today, Tesla had after-school activities at the recreation center in downtown Getaway Bay, so Orchid wouldn’t see her until after dinner, as her father was going to pick Tesla up on his way home from work and take her for something to eat.

  Orchid’s parents had been lifesavers since the boating accident that had claimed her husband eight years ago.

  Eight long years.

  She hadn’t been on a date since the funeral.

  “Jordyn,” she said, getting up from her desk. “Didn’t you meet someone on that app?”

  The pretty brunette rolled her eyes, though Orchid had drawn the interest of the other two women in this part of the building. Cathy and Dierdre both got up and approached Jordyn’s desk.

  “It was awful,” she said with tons of dramatic effect. Jordyn was the youngest in the office, and she’d been the most active on the dating scene. Orchid watched her, a smile on her face, as Jordyn opened a drawer and pulled out a file.

  “Total surfer, despite me asking him—twice—if he surfed. And you know how I feel about pretty-boy surfers.” She made a face, and Dierdre laughed.

  “So he was pretty, then,” Orchid said.

  “Oh, so pretty.” Jordyn smiled. “But I don’t want someone whose whole goal in life is to catch the next wave. No. My husband will have ambition. Be someone.”

  “Sure,” Dierdre said. “I’m just hoping for a date.”

  “There’s that new speed dating thing coming up,” Cathy said. “Have you girls heard of it?”

  Jordyn shrieked, and Orchid was so glad she’d started this conversation. Anything was better than stapling together vendor packets for the carnation conference next week. Plus, once she finished that, she didn’t have a whole lot to do.

  Spring was a busy time out in the fields, but in the office, summer and fall and winter were definitely their busiest times.

  “Orchid, could I see you a minute?” The voice came from her phone on her desk, and Orchid walked away from the conversation still going strong at Jordyn’s desk.

  “Yes, Mister Lawson,” she said into the intercom. “I’ll be right in.” She wasn’t worried or nervous. Burke Lawson was younger than her, and while he was set to inherit the entire operation one day, he hadn’t done it yet. He did spend a lot of time consulting with his father, and George Lawson did inspire a bit of fear in Orchid.

  So when she walked into Burke’s office and found his father with him, she stalled. “Oh, hello, George.” She closed the door behind her and fought the urge to smooth down her skirt. It suddenly felt too short and like it wasn’t good enough as the two of them said hello and shook her hand.

  She settled in the chair in front of Burke’s desk, and he looked at his father, who nodded.

  “Orchid, when’s the last time you took a vacation day?”

  She blinked, surprise rendering her silent.

  “It’s been over a year,” Burke said for her, flipping open a folder. “You have eighty-four vacation days stockpiled.” He closed the folder and smiled.

  “I’m—am I in trouble for not taking time off?”

  “Yes,” he said. “You’re a great employee, and we want you to be happy here.”

  “I am happy here,” she said, looking back and forth between them. “Are you firing me?”

  “Of course not.” He chuckled and pushed the folder toward her. “But take a vacation, Orchid. You work too hard.” He stood and smiled her right out of the office, leaving her more confused than ever—and now out of the loop in the conversation at Jordyn’s desk.

  Later that evening, she stopped by Ivy’s apartment rather than facing her house alone. Tesla wouldn’t be done with her granddad date for another couple of hours, and Orchid hated entering a dark, empty house by herself.

  “There you are,” Ivy said, opening the door before Orchid had finished climbing the steps. “What’s this about a vacation?”

  In response, Orchid practically threw the folder her boss had given her. “This is so stupid.”

  Ivy took the folder, clear amusement and bewilderment in her eyes, and opened it. A moment later, she sucked in a breath. “Orchid, are you going to do this singles cruise? I’ve always wanted to go on one of these.” She danced in front of Orchid, everything sparkling in her now.

  Orchid worked hard not to roll her eyes. “Of course I’m not,” she said. “A singles cruise? I can’t imagine anything more demeaning. And the fact that my boss gave me that pamphlet? Humiliating.” She sank onto the couch, wondering where her afternoon had gone. Once she’d gotten the folder and opened it, all she’d been able to do was stare.

  Ivy giggled and flipped pages. “They do fun things on these cruises, Orchid. You should totally go.”

  “Who would watch Tesla?”

  “Uh, Mom and Dad,” she said. “Eden. Now that she’s married, she certainly doesn’t need to work. Heaven knows she could take a break from that shed where she’s always tinkering.”

  “I don’t want to go on a singles cruise,” she said.

  “Uh, holy sharks and pearls, Orchid. Did you see this?” She lifted a piece of paper out of the folder.

  Orchid had not made it past the first page. “What is that?”

  “It’s a certificate,” she said, her eyes scanning the page. “This cruise is paid for.” She exploded to her feet. “Holy shipwrecks, Orchid.” Ivy’s eyes met Orchid’s, and the excitement there was undeniable. “It’s. Paid. For.”

  Orchid couldn’t believe it. “That can’t be true.” She snatched the paper from Ivy, who started hopping around like someone had poured hot ants in her pants. She read the paper too, and sure enough, it certainly looked like she could book a two-week singles cruise free of charge.

 
“Wow.” She lowered the paper, so many emotions battling inside her. “Doesn’t mean I have to go.”

  “Oh, you’re going.” Ivy took the paper back and pressed it to her chest as if in bliss. Her eyes snapped open. “If you don’t want it, can I have it?”

  Something about that irked Orchid, and she took the paper and the folder back. “No, Ivy. You’re dating Brooks, and he’s going to propose any day now. You can’t go on a singles cruise.”

  “I’ve always wanted to go,” she said, a whine in her voice.

  “Tell me why,” Orchid said, glancing at the closed folder on the couch beside her. She couldn’t really go on a singles cruise. Could she?

  Ivy started talking about how “super fun” they were, with “all the activities” they planned for people. “It’s so much more than laying by the pool,” she said. “They have themed cruises, and dances, and trivia, and paint nights.” She sighed. “You really should go. I can’t believe I haven’t suggested this to you before.”

  Orchid could. She’d made it clear to her sisters that she wasn’t interested in dating. Period. The end.

  But if she went on a singles cruise, wouldn’t that be like dating? Why had her boss given this to her?

  Ivy kept talking, as Ivy was wont to do, and Orchid pulled out her phone and texted Burke. You gave me a singles cruise? What are you trying to say?

  A singles cruise? His response did not inspire confidence in her. I don’t think so.

  There’s a certificate for a singles cruise in that folder you gave me, she typed out, her thumbs moving like lightning over her screen. What does that mean?

  She hoped she sounded offended and angry, and she must have, because Burke called.

  “Yeah?” she answered, not even caring that the word came out like a bark.

  “That was an honest mistake,” Burke said instead of leading with hello. “I said we should give a few of our hardest working employees a bonus. We looked up who hadn’t taken time off in a while, and your name came up. My father said he’d get vacations for each of you, and I didn’t think twice about it.”

  “Who else got one of these?” Orchid asked.

  “Leslie in accounting,” Burke said, gasping in the next moment. “Lizzie in maintenance. She’s married.”

  Orchid started laughing, and Burke joined in. “I’m sure my father didn’t know what he was buying. What’s the name of the cruise line?”

  “StarMatch,” Orchid said, their horrible logo branded on the backs of her eyes.

  “It was an innocent mistake,” Burke said. “I’ll see what I can do about it in the morning. Unless, of course, you want to go on a singles cruise….”

  Orchid didn’t know what she wanted. She ended up telling Burke she’d let him know, and she hung up. Turning, she caught Ivy saying, “Yes, of course. Eight a.m. on Thursday. She’ll be there.”

  She hung up the phone too, and when she looked at Orchid, Orchid knew exactly what had just happened.

  Thursday came, and Orchid kissed her daughter good-bye while Ivy took her suitcase out to the car. She’d tried everything she could to get out of the cruise, but once Ivy had booked it, Burke couldn’t get his money back.

  “It’ll be good for you,” Ivy had said in the three days since turning Orchid’s life upside down.

  “You need this.” That was another one her sister had said several times.

  Even Eden and Iris had gotten behind the idea of a singles cruise. Eden had come over last night and packed a backpack for Orchid with all the emergency supplies she’d need. She’d hugged her sister and told her to have fun.

  Iris had sent her a list of ways to flirt with a winky face, and Orchid had been mortified. Her sisters knew what she’d been through. They knew she hadn’t dated in eight long years. They knew her better than anyone.

  And that alone was what had her boarding the ship along with twenty-five other thirty-and-flirty-somethings, her flip flops pinching between her toes.

  Orchid had a hard time determining age when she looked at the men and women already onboard. She certainly felt older than all of them, and she wondered if any of them had children. Had been married before. Had buried a spouse.

  Her emotions spiraled, but she put on a smile, the way Ivy had told her to. She turned toward the closest man, determined to talk to him. That way, when Ivy messaged her and asked her how things were going, Orchid could say she’d at least tried.

  Maybe that was all she needed to do. Try.

  “Hey,” she said to the impossibly tall man in front of her. His brown hair seemed like it needed a cut, but the shaggy locks looked good on him. He wore a full beard too, and Orchid tried not to swoon.

  So maybe this would be good for her.

  “My name’s Orchid,” she said, finally drawing the man’s attention to her.

  He didn’t smile. Didn’t even act like he heard her. Maybe he hadn’t. He was quite a bit taller than her. Wider.

  Another blonde joined them, creating a little triangle. She also wore little triangles of fabric over her private parts—and not much else. “Hey,” she said. “I’m Amber.”

  “Maine,” the man said, and it seemed like every female on the ship flocked toward him then.

  Orchid took a step back, disgusted by him. He couldn’t even acknowledge that she’d spoken to him? Sure, maybe she wasn’t as pretty and perky as Amber, but she had a cute swimming suit on too—underneath her clothes.

  “Jerk,” she muttered, deciding to get out of the sun for a little bit. She didn’t have to tell Ivy she’d only tried one conversation.

  She’d tried—and that was more than she’d done in eight years.

  As she locked herself in her room, she couldn’t help feeling like this singles cruise was a bad, bad idea.

  Chapter Two

  Maine Fitzgerald cursed himself the moment his name slipped from his mouth. He hadn’t been planning to use it, though he suspected some people on the cruise would recognize him. He was the starting quarterback for the Getaway Bay Orcas, after all.

  He glanced around for his buddy, Shane Sanders, who played wide receiver. But the guy couldn’t be found. He was probably off with someone he’d just met already, and Maine cursed himself for agreeing to this stupid cruise in the first place.

  Almost immediately, he eradicated the thought. He’d wanted to come too. The traditional dating scene on the island wasn’t working for him, and he’d heard good things about StarMatch. They had good, clean fun, and while they didn’t guarantee anything, he knew a few people had found a long-lasting relationship on the cruise.

  Maine couldn’t believe it, but he wanted a long-lasting relationship for himself. Since coming to the island of Getaway Bay and becoming the starting quarterback for the Orcas, he’d been striking out left and right. And he wasn’t even playing baseball.

  He’d been out with four women in a couple of years, and he’d had feelings for each of them. But the pouty, flirty blonde in front of him was exactly like Louise, and Maine had learned how to read the signs of a woman who wanted arm candy and not much more.

  Well, Maine was tired of being a showpiece. He wanted someone he could be real with. Someone he could share his dreams with. He knew he wasn’t going to play professional football forever, and he had more in mind for his life.

  He watched a beautiful blonde back away from him, her face forming into a scowl before she turned and left. He wasn’t sure why she’d done that, but he also couldn’t chase after her. Instead, he edged away from the woman who was probably a decade younger than him, unsure of what she’d said her name was. He couldn’t exactly hear very well, but he’d told his mother he was only thirty-one years old, and he was not wearing hearing aids unless he was on the field. Then, he had to be able to hear.

  But on a singles cruise, he didn’t. Behind him, music blared, and he turned in that direction, wishing this mix and mingle would end and the more structured games and activities would begin. He’d never been great at making small talk, unless
he could talk about a long pass or the formation he liked best with his offensive linemen.

  He caught sight of Shane, who had a woman on either side of him. Shane didn’t even look in Maine’s direction, though the men were tall enough to see over the heads of those around them.

  He tuned in to the conversation beside him, glad there was another man there carrying it. He was tall, with a lot of hair on top of his head, the sides shaved. He had a big, bright, white smile, and a lot of the women were watching him.

  “Cal,” he said to another woman, and everyone looked at Maine.

  “Maine,” he said, glad the guy before him had established that last names were not needed.

  “You’re Maine Fitzgerald,” a woman said, this one with long auburn hair that flipped around in the breeze.

  “Yes,” he said, glancing at Cal. Could this guy save him the way Shane would’ve?

  “You’re Maine Fitzgerald?” Cal said, leaning forward. “It is Maine Fitzgerald.”

  Maine put a smile on his face, because that was what he’d been trained to do. He had a legit public relations specialist and everything. He met with Clarissa before every game, and for at least ten minutes before he went out and faced the press after every game. He sat through lessons on how to act on the way to practice and on the way home, how to deal with fans at the grocery store, all of it.

  Maine had stopped doing his own shopping long ago, thanks to apps and websites and delivery services. But he did still go out in public, and he didn’t mind the attention. Usually.

  Today, though, he wished he were with the curvy blonde walking away from him as fast as she could.