“When I finish,” she told him softly, “you can walk away and never see me again. Just let me tell you the truth.”
His own words. He closed his eyes and let his head fall, then forced a smile. “Okay.”
He led her to the back of the lobby and she chose a couch and sat. When he only stood and stared at her, she began.
“I was in my sophomore year of college, and Craig was… I didn’t know what he saw in someone like me. He had the clothes and the money, and everyone wanted to be his friend. But he chose me, and it made me feel like I was really something. I hadn’t even wanted that, you know. I wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. I didn’t want him until he chose me, and then it felt so good.
“When…” Her throat closed, and she forced herself to keep talking. “When my family died, he was there for me. It was a car crash. My parents, and my sister. She was fourteen. I don’t even know what happened. I stopped caring. I stopped going to class. I couldn’t seem to get out of bed anymore. It took too much effort to eat, or… do anything. Craig told me to take the semester off. He said it would help. He said he’d take care of me.
“And then I got pregnant. He wanted me to get rid of the baby, and I guess it made sense. I was still so depressed. But it was life, don’t you see? It showed me that there was more to the world than just darkness. I stopped drinking. I stopped smoking. I could see colors again; I had the energy to do things.
“But he was so angry with me. He started accusing me of keeping the baby to get money out of him. His parents came and threatened me. I told them I’d sign anything they wanted, but they didn’t care. They just wanted to tell me how stupid I was for letting it happen. When Darren was born, they didn’t come to see him. Craig didn’t come to see him.”
She could remember it like it was yesterday: her, alone in the hospital, holding the baby and wondering what she had done.
“I never meant to ask him for help, I swear to you. But there was the hospital, and then the clothes, and… I was trying to work two jobs, but I couldn’t pay anyone to watch him. I tried everything, but it never seemed to be enough. And I kept thinking that if I just did the right thing, it would all get better.
“It took seven years to fall apart. First the diner, then my apartment. I called him when the diner closed. I said I’d do anything; I just needed the money for Darren. Not even for me, he could take him shopping, get him clothes; that way he’d know it wasn’t going to me. He didn’t call me back. I didn’t hear from him until—”
“Today,” Perry finished softly.
“Yeah. There have been so many since him. Guys who told me I was special; I was really something. And they all wanted one thing, and when they didn’t get it, they walked away. After a while, it was a lot easier to see what was happening before I got caught up in it. When you came along, I thought you were lying.”
“Cara, I grew up dirt poor.” He sat at last, and his eyes met hers. “Some nights we had cheese and crackers for dinner. Hell, some nights we had crackers. I went to bed with my stomach rumbling every night for years, and what I learned was that people laughed at you when you asked for help. People weren’t going to give you anything, not even if you were starving to death slowly.
“When the Marines gave me a way out, I turned them down flat. I told them I didn’t need anything, but the recruiter followed me home, and when he saw me get into a fight I couldn’t win outside my house; he beat the crap out of them and picked me up off the ground, and he said to me, when are you going to learn that everyone needs brothers to help them? He’d grown up just like me, destined for nothing because he had nothing but pride, and he couldn’t ask, and it was his recruiter who had gotten him out. He said he was paying it forward.
“And I didn’t want any help, Cara, but he was right. I took that offer, and I saw some things I wish I could forget. But that money got my family out of a tight spot, and it got me to college, and that got me here, because I learned to say ‘yes’ when someone offered me something. The only thing it couldn’t get me was a woman who understood, who fought for herself and her family like I’d fought for me and mine. You can call me crazy, but when I saw you in that diner, I knew. I knew you were that woman.
“You don’t have to be with me, Cara. Just knowing you’re out there? It’s enough. I won’t bother you if you don’t want it, but…” He held out the folder he’d been carrying. “This is an application. To MIT. Humor me, fill it out. Send it in. Let me pay your application fee. And even if I never see you again, when you come across someone someday who doesn’t want any help, you stick with them until they take it.”
“I…” She took the folder, opened it, and stared at the logo. “Why?”
“Because I want you to bet on yourself,” Perry told her. “I kept telling myself I would never be anything because I would rather starve and steal than ask for help. When I took my spot in the Marines, it was the scariest thing I had ever done. But it gets easier.”
“Hey,” said a voice from behind them.
“What?” Cara turned to meet Craig’s eyes.
“Are we gonna go?” he asked her, looking over Perry with contempt. “You left me hanging.”
“Oh.” Cara looked down at the folder. She looked at Craig. The moment stretched, branching two ways ahead, and she swallowed, pressing her lips together. “You know, I don’t think so,” she said finally. “I think we’re done, Craig.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“I mean it this time.”
“I’ve heard that, too.”
“I’m going back to school,” Cara said suddenly. “I am, Craig. This is it. Thanks for… well, for Darren.”
“You’re going back to school.” He started to laugh. “Cara, you’re never finishing that degree. And whatever this bastard is telling you—”
He never saw the punch coming. Perry, it happened, could move faster than Cara could even see. There was a blur, and then Craig was crumpled on the ground, and a few men in suits by the elevators laughed and clapped. Perry gave them a sheepish nod before sitting back down.
“Sorry about that,” he said, and she saw a gleam of humor in his eyes. “But I’m a little bored with that speech.”
Cara laughed, she couldn’t help herself. The giggle welled up and she laughed until she was crying, hunched over the folder and wiping at her eyes, holding it so tight that the edges crinkled. When he tried to take it, she hung on.
“Nuh-h. This is mine.”
“So you’re going to do it?” He asked her, and there was a smile on his face.
“Yeah.” She felt like she was at the top of a rollercoaster and she smiled, feeling reckless. “I’m going to do it. I’m going back to school.”
“I’m glad.” He stood up to leave, and looked down at her. “I wish you all the luck in the world, Cara.”
“Wait.” Her voice stopped him, but he didn’t turn. “Would you, uh…would you have dinner with me?”
She couldn’t see his smile, but she could feel it.
“How about my place?” His voice was very deep. It warmed her down to her bones. “Come over after work. We’ll have dinner ready for you.”
“We?”
“Your son,” he said with dignity, “has to learn how to cook. It’s very popular with the ladies.” He smiled. “I’ll see you at eight.”
Chapter 6
“Mom, it’s 8:30.”
“I’ll go in a minute.”
“You’re going to be late.”
“Crap.” Cara flipped the textbook shut and hopped over to the closet. Darren had been hounding her all night about this date, hovering in the doorway every few minutes to say she should start getting ready. “Why are you still up?”
“Why aren’t you at the restaurant yet?” Darren asked her with a grin. He laughed when she threw him a dirty look. “I’ll go to bed when you leave.”
“Promise?” Cara called.
“I promise. Get ready!”
She kicked off her flannel pants a
nd threw them into the hamper. Her tank top followed suit, and she pulled a new dress out of the closet. It had taken three extra shifts at the lab to buy it, and she wasn’t even a little bit sorry; the dress hugged all the places it should hug, with a neckline that was the perfect mix of classy and sexy, and the purple set off her eyes and her hair to perfection.
She applied her makeup hastily, sighing as she had to rub the eyeliner out and start again, but at last she nodded in satisfaction. Her hair…well, her hair was never going to be well-behaved, but it shone nicely enough. And if she was a little pale after a few weeks in the lab, well, she knew her smile more than made up for it. She slipped on her heels and poked her head into Darren’s bedroom.
“Sleep, mister.”
“Five more minutes.”
“If you don’t sleep, you shouldn’t go out on the river tomorrow morning.”
“I’ll sleep!” He grabbed his toothbrush and ran past her.
“I love you,” Cara called.
A muffled, toothpaste-filled call was her response, and she smiled as she grabbed her purse and headed out, calling a hasty goodbye to their landlady. A brief sprint to the curb—tricky in her heels—and she was in a cab, checking her watch every few seconds. She hopped out of the cab and into the restaurant, and she skidded to a halt at the bar.
“I’m sorry I’m—”
“Five minutes early?” Perry asked her, grinning. He held out a glass of champagne.
“There’s no need to mock me,” Cara said as she took her seat.
“On the contrary, I find your habitual earliness endearing.” His grin spread. “And, finally. I finally arrived somewhere before you.”
“Yeah, yeah, laugh it up.”
“Mr. Hammond?” A waiter held out his hand. ”Your table is ready.”
“Thank you, Jake,” Perry told him easily. As they walked, he slipped his arm around Cara’s waist. “You look lovely, by the way.”
“And you look very handsome.” Cara smiled up at him, and leaned in for a kiss. She raised an eyebrow when she saw him watching her. “What?”
“Life in the lab suits you,” he said decisively. “You’re practically glowing.”
“That’s the radium.” Cara held his gaze until she saw a flicker of uncertainty. “Just kidding.”
“Mmm.” He studied the menu. “Or, I’m going to die of radiation poisoning one of these days.”
“Very unlikely, I’ll have you know. So how’s business?” She took a sip of water, and smiled at him.
“Same old, same old. Have a lot of money. How’s science? Other than the radium.”
“Same old. Made some robots. Actually,” she said, warming to the theme, “I made some cybernetic implants as well. You know, there’s an interesting theory about using implants within the spinal column to… now what?”
“You should have some champagne.” Perry was smiling at her. He reached out to take her hand.
“Okay.” Cara lifted her glass and held it out to him. “To… oh, my God. Oh, my God. Perry. Oh, my God.”
The ring glittered, little bubbles rising in amongst the three tiny sapphires. Cara held the glass, shaking, tears coming to her eyes.
“Cara Ford.” Perry’s voice seemed to be coming from very far away. “Will you marry me?”
“Oh, my God,” Cara whispered again. She seemed to have forgotten how to say anything else. She nodded, hand pressed over her mouth, and wiped away a tear as he dumped the champagne unceremoniously into his water glass, holding the ring out for her. “It fits…it fits perfectly. How did you know?”
“Darren helped.”
“Darren knew?”
“Of course.” Perry smiled at her.
“I have three years before I finish my PhD,” Cara whispered at him. It had to be a mistake. Perry Hammond had enough money to tempt a princess.
“We’ll make it work. After all, I’m told I have enough money to fly back and forth between New York and Boston.” He sobered when she looked over at him. “I wanted to wait, I just…I couldn’t. I’ll move to Boston if you want. I’ll wait for you in New York if you want. But Cara, I have loved you since the moment you almost poured coffee on me in that diner. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“Or I with you,” Cara whispered.
The End
Part IX
Kickass Billionaire
Romantic Comedy
Chapter 1
I grabbed Lincoln by the back of his shirt collar, as he narrowly missed colliding with the young couple and child exiting the studio.
“Lincoln, calm down! What’s the rush?” I asked, exasperated, speaking to the air. The blur of movement that was my son escaped from my grasp and dashed through the door. I didn’t know if he had outright failed to acknowledge my question, or simply hadn’t heard me. Either way, I didn’t bother attempting to keep up with him. It was a battle I never won and I realised that it was a futile effort on my part. Besides, he was in a closed room with lots of other kids; he wouldn’t get that far.
I studied the room as Lincoln came to a halt about ten feet in front of me and stopped to turn around. He smiled mischievously in my direction as I did my best to look serious, although I couldn’t stop the hint of a smile pulling at the edges of my lips. Lincoln was a handful, but he was a sweet kid through and through.
As I neared him, I took note of the gleaming wood floors and the mirrors that lined the entire right side of half the studio. The room was pretty large: one half boasted gleaming wooden flooring, the other was covered in mats of various sizes. Children ranging from ages four to twelve were bustling about wearing white karate uniforms. I had heard them referred to as karategi and couldn’t wait to see Lincoln in one.
As I predicted, Lincoln didn’t get too far; an attractive woman dressed in a karategi stepped away from a class and extended her hand, blocking Lincoln from going any further.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa where are you going so fast?” she asked, looking around for a parent. I guiltily waved in her direction and the woman gave me a dismissive look. She was clearly unimpressed with my parenting skills (or lack thereof, as the case might be).
“Is this your son?” she asked me when I came within earshot. I nodded and reached for Lincoln’s hand. He gave me a questioning look, with big brown eyes, sensing the woman’s distaste for him, me, the situation or all of the above.
“Yes, I’m sorry. He’s quite energetic so he got away from me. He’s normally well-behaved but he’s been so excited to learn karate. It’s all he’s talked about for weeks.”
The woman didn’t return my smile and continued as if I hadn’t said a word. “We teach discipline and restraint here. Are you sure your son will adjust to this environment? He seems to be lacking---.”
The woman stopped abruptly as I looked at her sharply, a scathing retort was on the tip of my tongue when a warm voice said behind me, “That’s enough, Ronan. I’m sure you’re needed elsewhere.”
I didn’t turn around to see who was talking to us, given that I was giving Ronan my version of a death stare. As I glared, Ronan gave the person behind me a weak smile and then quickly began to explain herself, “I just want to make sure the child is a good fit---”
“The child has a name,” I growled, “And that name is Lincoln.”
Ronan’s expression moved from feigned concern to irritation as she opened her mouth to speak. I placed my hand on my hip and turned my body completely in her direction, waiting for Ronan’s response, when the person behind me stepped into view, shot Ronan a warning look and knelt down next to Lincoln.
Although I was angry, I wasn’t angry enough to not notice that this new arrival was gorgeous. Even as he squatted next to my son, I realized that he was a large man. All sinewy muscle, with wide shoulders and an expansive chest, he gave me an apologetic smile as he looked up at me, our eyes locking. His light blue eyes held mine for a moment before he reluctantly broke eye contact with me and turned to address Lincoln.
“So are you ready to learn karate?”
“Yes, sir” Lincoln said saluting the man as if he were an officer. The man laughed and said, “My name’s Jonathan. Is this beautiful woman next to me your mom?”
I blushed as Lincoln nodded solemnly, “Yes, her name’s Mia, but I just call her Mom.”
“Well, I think that next time your mom asks you to do something, you should. It’s a sign of respect and respect is very important, Lincoln.”
Lincoln nodded his head, taking in every word. He looked up at me “Sorry, Mom for running off like that,” he whispered as I ruffled his hair and smiled thankfully at Jonathan. Ronan watched the entire exchange with displeasure etched across her face and then muttered a barely audible, “Excuse me,” before she disappeared back into the crowd.
Jonathan stood up as she left and said, “You’ll have to forgive Ronan. She’s one of our best instructors, but her people skills are definitely lacking.”
I noted that as Jonathan spoke, he subtly checked me out. I shifted from foot to foot, holding on to Lincoln’s hand, suddenly uncomfortable under Jonathan’s gaze. He was well over my own 5’10” stature and I immediately noticed he had beautiful hands. Hands that I imagined a musician would have, instead of someone who made his living showing other people how to defend themselves. I also noted that he didn’t wear a ring and blushed, trying to get my thoughts back on track.
“I guess I should formally introduce myself, I’m Jonathan Warren. I’m the owner.”
I extended my hand and Jonathan’s warm hand slid into my own. He had a striking, white smile as well and I found myself immediately attracted to him.
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