A Secret to Keep

by Railyn Stone

  Once the presentation was over, Sloane chatted with people around the room and she lost sight of Gates and his date. She was somewhat happy about it because the redhead was none other than Allison Gentry, or Allie as most people called her. Allie had never made any bones about wanting Gates and would do whatever she had to in order to get him. Obviously, she had achieved her goal since Sloane was no longer in the picture. It was just as well she couldn’t see them in the room. Maybe they left and she wouldn’t have to deal with the drama. Weaving through the crowd to the side doors to get a breath of fresh air, she moved to the railing on the terrace and looked out. It was a beautiful night and she could swear she could see every star ever formed in the sky.

  “Beautiful night, huh?” She gasped hearing a familiar deep voice resonate from the shadows behind her.

  “You following me now?” Turning she watched Gates saunter over to the railing and stand beside her. He was dressed impeccably in a black tux and she felt lightheaded from the cologne he was wearing.

  “No, actually, I was out here first. I watched you come out and I thought I wouldn’t say anything and let you enjoy the view. But when I see something beautiful…the sky I mean, I have to say something.”

  “Well, I’m sorry I interrupted you.” She looked up at him through her long lashes and realized she was actually happy to see him.

  “I’m glad you came out. I wanted to tell you the speech was nice. I’m sure you’ll leave here with a lot more money than you imagined.” She felt a surge of heat rush up her neck as his eyes washed over her face.

  “Why do I think you’d have something to do with that?”

  “Oh no, you did it on your own. You always were good at finding a cause and doing everything in your power to support it.” She could feel herself being sucked into his trance as he stared into her eyes.

  “I didn’t know you’d be here.” Quickly changing the subject, she tried breaking up the awkwardness between them. “I see you and Allie are together.”

  “Allie’s just a friend.” She hated that she even cared he was there with anyone, but it really bothered her he was there with the witch. Little did she know Gates had only asked Allie to the event to keep up appearances. Nor did she know he’d made his way out to the terrace to find a small moment of solace away from her.

  “Oh, hey, it’s none of my business.” She threw her hands up in mock defense, grinning at his quick reply.

  “How’s Chase?” Gates counteracted.

  “Fine.” She swallowed hard knowing it was only a matter of time before she was going to have to start tap dancing around the truth.

  “I’m surprised he didn’t come with you. New York can be a very dangerous place for a beautiful woman alone.” She could feel herself slowly withering under his overly appreciative gaze.

  “Dangerous huh? No he didn’t make this trip. He had to, uh, to work, couldn’t rearrange his schedule.” Sloane quickly made up another lie. Both stood eyeing the other carefully and she could feel a thick cloud of tension billowing between them. It was hard to tell whether it was animosity or sexual tension. She was leaning towards the latter.

  “So, how long are you in town?”

  “One more day and then I’m on my way back.”

  “Well, maybe you and I could get together for lunch or something tomorrow…before you head back. That is, if it’s okay with Chase.”

  Sloane struggled to push down the lump sitting in the middle of her throat. She knew the longer she kept up the charade the harder it would be to tell Gates the truth.

  “I’d like that. Actually, I wanted to talk to you about-” She quickly decided there was no time like the present for her to tell him about Chase and Brayden. Just as she opened her mouth, she noticed Allie walking towards them dressed in a very revealing red slinky dress that clung to her perfect figure and shed much light on her ample cleavage.

  “Gates McCall, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.” Sloane could feel her stomach churn watching Allie snuggle up to Gates and slip her arm in his before turning to grin at Sloane. “Sloane Davis, you haven’t changed a bit. How are you?” Her voice was still as sweet and full of Splenda as she remembered and Sloane bit back the urge to scratch her eyes out. Get a grip Sloane. She hated to see the viper with her arms coiled around Gates, but she would not let Allie get the satisfaction of knowing it.

  “I’m great, Allie. How are you?” Sloane forced a smile at the beast.

  “I’m wonderful. I think it’s so nice how you’re working and doing so much to help the less fortunate. But you always did like getting your hands dirty and doing that well-meaning kind of work. That’s so sweet.” Anyone else would have seen Allie’s comments as a compliment, but Sloane knew better. Allie was being condescending with every sweet melodic word that trickled out of her mouth. It was the equivalent to the old saying ‘bless her heart’ women used in the South when someone was grating on their last nerve.

  “Well you know me. I always did want to rid the world of the parasites that cling to anything they can sink their teeth in. I see you haven’t changed a bit either.” Two can play this game honey.

  “Hmm, well things have changed a little bit and I couldn’t be happier.” Sloane knew if she had to keep watching Allie move closer to Gates, she was going to hurl. “It’s a beautiful night and I’ve got one of the most gorgeous and most eligible men in New York on my arm. Tonight’s perfect.” She wickedly raised her eyebrow at Sloane before turning to Gates. “Are you ready?” She batted her fake eyelashes at Gates and looked back at Sloane.

  If Sloane didn’t know any better, she could swear she saw Gates’ jaw tense like it always did when someone was agitating him. She smiled and reached over to squeeze his free arm letting him off easy and sparing Allie the embarrassment of being put in her place by Gates McCall. If Allie wanted to play a game of chess, Sloane was up for it.

  “Actually, I’ve gotta go anyway. I have an early morning meeting with some investors, but I’ll see you tomorrow afternoon, right?” Sloane pointedly asked, giving Gates a look that wilted Allie’s smile. Check.

  “Yeah, I’ll definitely see you tomorrow. I’ll call you.” She noticed Gates’ jaw relax as he grinned at her. And mate.

  “Sounds perfect. Good night, Gates. Allie.” Sloane demurely tipped her chin and left their presence as she sashayed through the French doors. She floated across the floor with the biggest smirk on her face knowing Gates was going to hear it from that harlot for the rest of the night.

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  “Well, look what the cat dragged in.” Sloane turned to see Angelica with her arms crossed and staring a hole into her. She had been a little hesitant when Gates asked her to meet him at his office before lunch. She knew it could be a little uncomfortable, but she finally relinquished since it was close to where her meeting was. Now seeing the scathing look on Angelica’s face and hearing the disdain in her voice, she was second-guessing her decision.

  “Angelica.” She silently hoped Gates would come and save her from the hate that seemed to spew from Angelica’s eyes. Angelica knew how close she and Gates were and Sloane could only imagine how angry she was with her for walking out on Gates.

  “This is quite a surprise. Usually when people turn tail and run, they don’t return.” Angelica tilted her head and continued to stare Sloane down.

  “Um, uh-” Sloane started to reply but she was cut off by a familiar baritone voice behind her.

  “That’s enough, Gel.” Sloane turned to see Gates standing behind her. Gates’ pointed glare demanded that Angelica shut her mouth and keep any other thoughts to herself. “Sloane, I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

  “Oh, no. I just got here a few minutes ago. My meeting ran a little long and I was hoping that I wouldn’t be holding you up.” Great. Her nerves were shot by running into Angelica and now she was rambling.

  “I’m sure.” Sloane could hear Angelica muttering underneath her breath.

>   “Well, we should go.” Gates reached for the door, ignoring the snide comments from his friend and escorted Sloane out of the building. They got into an awaiting car and headed to lunch.

  “I’m pretty sure I know how Angelica feels about me.” Sloane shrugged and glanced warily at Gates.

  “You know Gel. She’s a little overprotective at times.” Gates replied nonchalantly, putting her at ease. They enjoyed lunch and he shared the details of how the rest of his night with Allie had transpired.

  “Gates, stop.” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d laughed so hard. They took a detour once they were done with lunch and took a walk in the park and she was a little shocked at the ease in which both had fallen into rhythm. It felt like old times and she had to keep reminding herself things were different now. A lot different.

  “I’m serious. She was so mad last night when you left.”

  “Well, that wasn’t my intention.”

  “Really?” Gates lifted an eyebrow at her. “So, what was your intention?”

  “What?” She sputtered, trying to keep a straight face before finally succumbing to the thoughts of Allie pleading with Gates not to go to lunch with Sloane. “Okay, so maybe I did want to make her mad, but she was getting on my nerves. I’m sorry you had to hear her whining about us having lunch together though.”

  “It’s no big deal. I let her know that the last time I checked I was still a free man and I could go to lunch and see whomever I choose. I’ve told her over and over I don’t want a relationship with her but it doesn’t seem to register.” He laughed, watching her intently as they sat on a bench, people watching. “Sweet girl, but terribly misguided.”

  “I still can’t believe you said that to her.” Sloane wiped tears from her eyes listening to Gates tell her about Allie breaking down in tears at the thought of him spending any time with her. It was bizarre how the woman melted from confident to insecure in a matter of seconds.

  “I really thought she was going to hyperventilate. Didn’t know if I’d need to find someone with an inhaler or what.”

  “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to laugh, but the way she acted last night…” Sloane trailed off. She loved the smile plastered on Gates’ face. It was nice to see him relax for a change and it reminded her of happier times between them.

  “But what?” Gates pressed Sloane to finish her thought.

  “Uh, nothing.” She caught herself and thought better of telling him how she really felt. That she hated seeing Allie all snuggled up to him. She stood from her spot on the bench and started to walk towards the bridge they crossed earlier.

  “Come on, no secrets.” She could hear him walk up behind her.

  “Really, it’s nothing. I know she’s always wanted you, so I figured you two were closer than just friends.” She inwardly cringed at his request for no secrets. She’d been trying to figure out the best way to tell him about Brayden, but it wasn’t easy finding a way to segue it into the conversation.

  “You thought I wanted Allie?”

  She shrugged and glanced up at him before looking at her hands and their usual nervous motions.

  “Well, yeah. She was always around and I’ve seen you with her in pictures, so…”

  “Sloane. I’ve never been interested in Allie. If anything, I’ve had to deal with her because my father set up a business deal before he died with her father. It pretty much put me in charge of all of his real estate holdings. I’ve been handling all of that for Allie since her father passed away recently.”

  “What?” Sloane was dumbfounded at Gates admission. How could she have been so wrong about the relationship, or actual non-existence of a relationship, between Gates and Allie? “I thought…”

  “You thought what?”

  “Uh, nothing. Anyway, I’m glad we had the chance to do lunch.” She quickly deflected, trying to recover.

  “Me too. It was nice being able to talk to you and hang out. Kinda like old times.”

  “Yes it is.”

  “I should probably get you back. I don’t want you to keep secrets from Chase about us having lunch and walking through the park together. Secrets in a relationship don’t make for a good mix.” He recounted, and she could feel her heart lodge itself between her ribs and stop. If he only knew the enormous secret she’d been keeping from him.

  “Chase is fine. However, I didn’t realize we’d been gone this long. I’m sure you probably need to get back too. Gelly will think I’ve kidnapped you for sure.” She rambled, trying her best to change the subject and get the attention off of her.

  “I think you tend to forget I own the place.” He said, extending his hand to her as they started across the bridge.

  “Yeah, right, you do, don’t you?” She quipped, remembering how he’d told her the same thing when they were together.

  “So, what time is your flight tomorrow? Not that I want to see you leave so soon.”

  “At eight.” Sloane glanced at him and noticed he looked as relaxed as the day they’d spent in Charleston. It was like all of the animosity and hurt had faded and they were able to talk like old friends again.

  “I’m pretty sure your little one will be glad to see you; and you’re probably missing him too.”

  Feeling her heart finally start beating again, she felt a little caught off guard with his mention of Brayden. “Yes. I am ready to get back to him.” As they walked, she noticed he never let go of her hand and she figured maybe this was as good of a time as any to come clean. “Gates?” They were getting along so well and maybe, just maybe, he wouldn’t be too mad at her.

  “Yes.” She only saw sincerity in his eyes, when she abruptly turned to face him. It was that look she’d missed for so long and she knew she owed him the truth.

  “I wanted to-” Just then she heard his phone ring and he reached in his pocket and looked at the screen.

  He hesitated then looked over at her. “Uh, sorry, it’s Evan.”

  “Oh, no, go ahead. Answer it.”

  “You sure? I can-”

  “Yeah. I’m sure if Evan’s calling, it’s important.” She shrugged, urging him to answer the phone.

  Taking a deep breath, he hit the answer button. “Hey.”

  She listened to him talk into the receiver and could tell it must be an important call because he turned and walked a few steps away and she could see the tension return to his face as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

  “Are you sure?” Sloane grimaced when he turned back to look at her before she moved to get into the car. “I’m on my way back now.”

  She watched him through the rear window continue his animated call with Evan. She could tell from his body language things weren’t quite going the way he wanted them to. He finally took a deep breath and ran his hand through his hair as he hung up the phone and joined her in the car.

  “Sorry about that.”

  “It’s okay. I know you’re busy.” She looked down at her hands in her lap, thinking about how close she’d come to spilling her guts. Maybe it was better this way. Something was always going to come up. Something more important than her or Brayden.

  “So what were you saying?”

  “Oh it was nothing. I wanted to say thanks for lunch and I’m glad we got a chance to talk, that’s all.” She knew she was lying and should’ve gone ahead and taken the opportunity to tell him the truth, but seeing how his business always seemed to take precedence over everything only drove home her point that he was way too busy for a child in his life. As the driver pulled the car in front of her hotel, Gates reached out to touch Sloane’s arm as she started to exit the car. Turning back towards him, she waited for him to say something.

  “Sloane, I know things between us haven’t always been the best, especially this past year. And I know you’re engaged to Chase and believe me I would never do anything to disrespect the relationship you have with him, but I don’t want to lose you…I mean, contact with you again. Do you think it
’s possible we could at least stay in touch?”

  “I, I don’t know Gates. I mean, you’re right. Things are different for us now. I don’t think that’d be a good idea.” She’d realized once they’d left the park that she couldn’t change things between them and she was going to have to live with the decisions she’d made. God, please forgive me for this. She opened the door and stepped out of the car. If I can make it to the door, I won’t look back. I’ll just keep going and he won’t ever know. I know it’s wrong, but...

  “Sloane?” She stopped in her tracks hearing him call her name and she turned to watch him exit the car. She looked in his eyes and felt her resolve melting.

  “Look, I know I have no right to ask you to keep in touch after everything. So…here.” He walked closer and took her hand in his and placed a small black box in her palm. “I want you to have this.”

  “What is it?” She looked up to see his eyes trained on hers.

  “I picked it up for you. The day you left. I knew that day when I left to meet Victor that I hurt you. I seemed to always do that to you and I wanted to show you how sorry I was and how committed I was. I hated what I did to our relationship. At the time, I thought I was doing what was best.”

  “You kept this since that day?” She clutched the box turning it over in her hands and seeing him nod.

  “Yeah, I guess in some way, I thought maybe you’d come back. But you didn’t…and then, well, it started to serve as a reminder that I’d messed up the best thing that had ever happened to me.” Sloane’s mouth went drier than a dust storm in the desert as she listened. The best thing that had ever happened to him.

  “Gates-”

  “Just open it.”

  Turning the box over in her hands, she opened the top and gasped at the bracelet and charm lying against white satin. Taking it out of the box, she realized the charm was a tiny silver baby rattle. Looking up at him with puzzled eyes, Sloane waited for Gates’ explanation. “A baby rattle?”

  “Yes. The last night we were together we took a walk after dinner. You remember? You were in one of those moods where you ‘wanted to feel the wind on your face and know you were alive’.” He grinned at her and she felt the muscles tugging at the corners of her mouth as she thought back to that night and their walk.