by Alice Ward
Paisley threw a handful of dirt over Claire’s casket at the gravesite. She stared down at the hole. I watched her, waiting for the tears to fall. When they didn’t, my concern only grew. There was no one at the cemetery except she and I. If she was ever going to succumb to tears, that would have been the time. But she didn’t. She just threw the dirt and walked back to the car without a word. I glanced down at the hole, silently apologizing to Claire for everything that happened between us all those years ago. Suddenly, our problems seemed petty and pointless. I’d spent so long hating her, but now that she was gone, I could barely remember why. I promised her I would figure out how to help Paisley, no matter how long it took.
Paisley and I climbed in the car and drove back home. She stared out the window and I glanced over at her too often. Finally, I knew I had to say something. I knew I had to try.
“Paisley,” I said. “Look, I know how much this sucks. There’s nothing I can say to make things okay again. I wish there was, but there just isn’t. But I’m here for you, okay? You can talk to me. About your mom. About how you’re feeling. About anything.”
I waited. She shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but her face never left the window. I looked over, wondering if she had finally started to cry. Her eyes were as dry as ever. I sighed and turned back to face the road. I didn’t try to make her talk again for the rest of the day.
When we pulled up to the house, I saw a black Jaguar sitting in the driveway. I frowned and parked on the street. Glancing around, I saw a familiar face emerging from the shadows of my porch. He walked down the porch steps, fixing his suit coat as he moved. Seeing him was like a punch to the gut. Paisley and I got out of the car and walked up to him. His eyes moved slowly from me to Paisley and then back again.
“What are you doing here?” I asked. The look on my face must have said it all because he took a step back and cleared his throat nervously.
“Hi, it’s good to see you,” he said. He glanced at Paisley pointedly.
“Paisley,” I said. “This is Ray. Ray, Paisley.”
“Hello,” he said sweetly. He smiled at her kindly. I had to fight the urge to step between them. “It’s nice to meet you, Paisley.”
“Why don’t you go inside and get changed,” I told my daughter. “I need to talk to Ray, but I’ll be inside soon.”
Paisley looked curiously at Ray as she passed, but she didn’t speak. I watched her until she was safely inside the house before I turned on Ray. After such an emotional day, I didn’t have the patience or strength to hide my anger. I glared at him, my face flushed.
“I’ll ask you one more time,” I said. “What are you doing here?”
“Why are you so dressed up?” Ray asked, eyeing my apparel. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in a suit before.”
“Claire’s funeral was today,” I said simply.
“Claire?” Ray asked. His face fell, and I scoffed. He never liked Claire. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
“I’m sure you are,” I said without feeling.
“I am,” Ray insisted. “Whatever you may think of me, it’s always a tragedy when a child loses a parent. How is she doing?”
“She’s fine,” I said quickly. Ray looked at my face and knew I was lying. It was written in every line of his face as he scrutinized me, the way only a father can.
“I guess that’s why you aren’t on your bike, huh?” he asked. “That’s probably for the best. Paisley’s too young to ride.”
“I still have the bike,” I said simply. I fell silent and waited for him to speak. I was ready for him to get to the point so he could leave. I cleared my throat and raised my eyebrows, silently asking him again why he was there.
“Listen,” he said. “I’m here to talk to you about something important.”
“What’s that?” I asked. I crossed my arms over my chest protectively. Whatever my father had to say, I knew it couldn’t be good.
“The company is failing,” he said simply. I had to admit, I was surprised to hear that. “We aren’t destitute or anything. Far from it. But, our profits aren’t what they need to be. Things are changing in the market, and we’re floundering in the face of our competitors.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” I lied. “But I don’t see what that has to do with me.”
“Our team decided the best way to turn things around is to bring in a fresh face,” he explained. “Someone who can be the face of the company and change our brand. We’re hoping you would consider being that person.”
I blinked. My arms fell to my sides, and I smiled weakly. My smile quickly turned to a laugh as I watched my father’s face. He stared back at me impassively. I laughed, but I wasn’t amused.
“You’re kidding,” I said. “Surely, this is a joke.”
“No,” he shook his head. “Sean, it isn’t. I don’t think there is anyone better for us than you. You’ll bring in the right kind of customers. The motorcycle community would love you. You’re exactly what we need.”
“Me?” I asked. I laughed again. “I’m a mechanic.”
“You’re more than that, and you know it,” he argued. “With your history… You have the right look, Sean.”
“You mean I fit the image of a rebel biker,” I corrected. “The no good, low life.”
“That’s not what I said,” Ray said.
“No, but it is what you meant.” I felt my anger growing by the second.
“Sean, this isn’t an insult,” Ray insisted. “It’s a job offer. If anything, it’s a compliment.”
“And what about me?” I snapped. “What do I get out of this?”
“Money.” Ray’s answer was simple and to the point. He didn’t bullshit or pretend to be any more noble than he was. He didn’t pretend he was here for anything other than business. I respected him more for it. If he’d tried to roll out some line about wanting to be my dad again, I might have thrown a punch. Instead, he added, “We’ll pay you well. More than well. You’ll also have stocks in the company. If things turn around, you could easily make millions. Maybe even more.”
As my father spoke, I clenched my hands into fists. I held my arms tightly to my sides so I wouldn’t be tempted to do something I might regret. His words felt like knives flying at my head. All I wanted was for him to stop talking. I wanted to forget everything he said and pretend like I never saw him.
“You need to leave,” I said. Without waiting for him to respond, I stepped around him and walked up the porch steps to my front door.
“Sean,” he said. I didn’t turn around. “Will you at least consider it?”
“No,” I said. My hand was almost to the doorknob when I heard him exhale sharply. I could picture the defeated look on his face. It was almost enough to make me turn around.
“I know you weren’t expecting this,” he said. “I know you have a lot going on right now, but this could be the best thing for you. Think of what this money could mean for Paisley. It would take care of everything. College. Her wedding. Everything. If you won’t do it for me or for the company, then do it for your daughter. What kind of life do you think you can give her working as a mechanic? She deserves more than that. You know she does. With this job, you can give her more. Just think about it.”
With that, Ray walked across the lawn and climbed behind the wheel of his Jaguar. I stayed on the porch, my hand poised on the doorknob, until I was sure he was gone. Once I could no longer hear his engine, I sighed and dropped my hand. I turned around and faced the street. The car was gone, but it still felt like my father was standing right there. I could still see his eyes boring into mine as he offered me that job.
We hadn’t spoken in years, my father and I. The last thing I expected was for him to show up on my doorstep the day of Claire’s funeral, let alone to offer me a job. That company was his life, and it always had been. I couldn’t imagine he would want me anywhere near it. After years of silence, who the hell did he think he was? In that moment, I knew I could never accept his job offer
. No amount of money could make me go crawling back to that man.
My decision was made as I turned back around. I moved toward the door again, but something caught my eye. Paisley was standing in the living room window peering outside. Our eyes met, and she turned to walk away. My father’s words echoed in my mind. “She deserves more than that. You know she does. With this job, you can give her more.” I watched her go, my decision no longer set in stone.
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Alice Ward is the bestselling author of dozens of hot and steamy contemporary romances. She’s an amazingly prolific writer, releasing a new book almost every single month. Her books are widely read, especially by women and any other lovers of the romance genre. My Stepbrother, My Lover, was her first smash hit.
Alice has been in love with love since she was a little girl. She had quite the collection of Barbie dolls growing up and spent much of her playtime crafting the perfect Barbie wedding day (and when she wasn’t doing that, she was working on attempting the perfect cartwheel).
When Alice outgrew Barbie dolls, she began to write her thoughts down in her diary. This was how she discovered that she had a knack for telling romantic stories. Her first fans were her close girlfriends, and her stories were a hit among them. They, along with her family, enthusiastically encouraged her love for writing.
Alice now lives in Miami with her wonderful, hunky husband. The beach is her all-time favorite place to relax with her laptop and write. When she needs a break from writing (and when no one’s looking) she loves thumbing through celebrity gossip magazines. It’s her guilty pleasure.
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