- -
- 100%
- +
“Savvy,” he sighed, “I promise I will try to get there for Christmas.”
Even as the words came out of his mouth he knew it was impossible. With Vanessa back in the picture, there was no way he could go home, not with her trailing behind like a spiked tail.
“Hey,” he said, unable to believe he was going to ask this question when he’d sworn to himself that he was going to stay out of the gem drama. “You guys haven’t found the ruby, have you?”
“Tyler hunted all over the place last month when Dad was here. He says it’s nowhere to be found.”
“What does Margot say?” he asked.
“She says there’s no way it’s in The Manor. She’d know.”
“Well, she sure as hell didn’t know about the diamond, did she?”
“I guess not,” Savannah said. “She was as surprised as the rest of us when Tyler said he found it and Dad stole it from him.”
“Is Margot there?” he asked.
“She’s in West Palm Beach with her boyfriend.”
“Oh, come on,” he said, trying to scrub the mental picture of his grandmother with a boyfriend.
“Don’t be such a prude. They’re companions.”
“Has anything strange happened at The Manor lately?”
“Not more than usual.”
There, he thought, he’d satisfied the worry his mother had planted in his brain. He could go on with his life.
“How is Katie?” he asked. It was easier in a way to stay apart from The Manor, Bonne Terre and his family. When he didn’t see them for months at a time, he couldn’t picture them at the breakfast table, going to school, getting ready for bed, couldn’t think of his niece, Katie, growing up and him not seeing it.
He didn’t have to think about all the things he was missing.
“If you really cared, Carter, you’d come see her.”
It was a direct hit, and his body stung with shame that quickly fizzed and exploded to anger. His life wasn’t that simple. Had never been that simple. From the moment Savannah came into this world he’d been protecting her, watching over her, doing everything in his goddamned power to make sure that her life was that simple.
Carter turned and hammered on Zoe’s door, using the side of his fist.
“I’ll call you soon,” he said, and hammered again. What was taking Zoe so long? he wondered. She lived in like a one-room loft.
“Think about Christmas,” Savannah said, subdued, as if she knew she’d pushed too hard.
“I will,” he said, and heard the door behind him rattle, the chain lock being lifted. “Gotta run.”
He felt the door give and he turned, dropping his phone in his pocket. “Good God, Zoe, it took you—”
The world narrowed down to one color. One hot pink blast of color that seared his eyes, harpooned his brain. There was no other color like it. Ever. In his life.
“—long enough,” he finished lamely. The color belonged to a dress, a short one and he couldn’t believe it, but Zoe the pregnant elf had legs that hit the ceiling and met the floor in a pair of heels that made his heart pound in his crotch.
“Hi,” she said, and he jerked his eyes up to hers. They were smiling, the green depths aglow with a feminine confidence that zinged through his blood stream. She knew she looked good.
The desire was a huge surprise. An unwelcome one, like being cut off at the knees.
“Hello” he answered, trying to cool himself down, pull himself away from the magnetic allure of her.
Of that damn dress.
“Ah…” She blinked, her confidence crumpling slightly. “Give me one more second.” She swirled a finger around her face.
He nodded and she trotted off to a dark corner of her loft, leaving him in the dimly lit doorway. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. She had lamps everywhere, some covered by scarves, casting a rosy glow over the wood floors and high white walls.
She was a candle person, he just knew it.
“So,” she yelled, “did you come in the back?”
“Nope,” he answered, picking up a framed photograph of a young girl in a sequined dance costume, her smile revealing two missing front teeth.
Zoe, he could tell by the eyes. The exuberance with which the girl smiled, like her whole body was required to do it right.
“Were the photographers still there?” she asked, ducking her head out a doorway. She was using some kind of contraption on her eyelids, a cage or something.
“Yes,” he said.
“They were gone when I came home tonight,” she said.
“Because they were following me,” he said, having spent the day feeling like Britney Spears.
She grimaced. “That’s no fun.”
He nearly laughed at her understatement. Nothing about this was fun, except maybe looking at her legs.
“All right,” she said, stepping into the hallway. She grabbed a tiny pea-green bag off a small table and emerged from the shadows. “I’m ready for steak.”
She was lovely, more than lovely, really. She was like a rare creature. All eyes and legs and lips. Her black hair shone like an oil slick, and her skin glowed as if there were a candle burning inside her.
If this were a real date, he’d say something now. Kiss her hand and breathe a compliment across her skin. Truthfully, if this were a real date he’d back her into those shadows and up against a wall and he’d explore the secrets of those endless legs. Thinking about it, his fingers twitched. His pulse hitched.
But this wasn’t a date, and this woman was doing a number on his reputation and future political career.
“Good,” he said, brusquely, holding open the door for her. “Bring a coat. It’s raining.”
They went down the stairs and in the main hallway she turned left to head for the back door but he stopped her. “We’re going out the front.”
She leaned out of the corridor, looking at the small crowd of photographers visible through the safety glass door.
“Really?” she asked, clearly hesitant.
“It’s sort of the point.”
“But—” she licked her lips, her fingers fluttering over her belly “—can’t we go slow or something?” she asked. “Ease into it?”
He shook his head, but faced by her nerves and beauty he found himself weakening. He took her hand where it rested against the swell of her stomach. He tried not to, but he couldn’t help briefly noticing the taut warmth of that belly.
A baby, he thought. There’s a baby in there.
“You’re going to be fine,” he said. “Just smile.”
She didn’t smile. Didn’t joke. He realized she was really rattled. “You okay?” he asked, stroking the chilled skin of her wrist.
“Tell me something,” she said. “Anything. About yourself.”
“What?”
“You know everything about me. Well, not everything, but lots. Lots more than I know about you.”
“Why does that matter?” he asked.
“Because we’re supposed to be dating!” she cried. “And you’re holding my hand, and they’re going to take pictures of us, and we’re supposed to make it convincing. And I think maybe that convincing needs to start right now. With me. So spill, Carter. Give me something.”
“I…ah…have a younger sister,” he said, not entirely sure why he was indulging her. “And a brother.”
“You do?” she asked, her eyes wide.
“Why is that such a surprise?”
“I don’t know.” She smiled and shrugged one elegant shoulder. “You seem kind of like a lone wolf, you know. Not exactly the big brother type.”
Oh, but he was. He was a big brother, all the way down to his core.
And if that meant staying away from his family in order to keep his mother away from them, no matter how much it might hurt him—then so be it. He could handle it. Because he knew better than to take something he wanted. He lived every minute of his life under sublimation of want. Compromise of need.
Christmas was simply another day. Another day without his family.
“Carter?” she asked. Her hand, no longer chilled, squeezed his.
“I miss them,” he said and felt as if he’d jumped off a cliff, nothing but air under his feet. He cleared his throat, wishing he could suck the words back into his mouth.
But Zoe’s smile was wide and sincere and some of the confidence bloomed back into her eyes, making the green shine bright. Lovely, he thought, slightly spellbound. So lovely.
“All right,” she said, and took a deep breath. “That’s good stuff to know. We can go now.”
She grabbed his hand and tugged, pulling him down the narrow hallway to the front door where the flashbulbs and journalists waited like sharks in shallow water.
They pushed through the front door and the flashes exploded. Zoe stumbled slightly and lifted a hand to cover her eyes.
“Oh wow,” she whispered, sounding lost.
It wasn’t totally an act when he put his arm around her, curling her toward him.
“Mayor Pro Tem?” someone shouted. “Are you the father of the baby?”
Zoe stiffened, a fire igniting in her eyes. It was ugly, the speculation about the baby, and he wished, oddly, that he could spare her some of that—despite the fact that she’d brought it on herself, however unwittingly. She opened her mouth, no doubt about to get them deeper into trouble, and he squeezed her arm.
“The father of Zoe’s baby is no one’s business but Zoe’s,” he said.
“How long have you two been dating?” another person shouted and Carter glanced down at Zoe.
“Five minutes?” she whispered, and he laughed. Flashbulbs exploded again.
“A few weeks,” he finally said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, we’re going to get some dinner.”
Questions were hurled after them, but he ignored them. Why he kept his arm around Zoe, he wasn’t entirely sure.
SHE’D NEVER BEEN TO BOLA, but what Phillip had told her didn’t do the place justice.
Bola was gorgeous, if one liked art deco, red velvet and mahogany floors, and Zoe did. The dark lighting made her want to purr and sashay across the floor, a mink trailing behind her. She could imagine Carter, his blond hair slicked back, his big shoulders tucked into one of those exquisite tuxes from the era.
Конец ознакомительного фрагмента.
Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».
Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.
Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.