by J. S. Scott
He called his friend Kane and told him that it was time for him to repay him for all the years that Rena had worked for him. He gave Kane Paul’s name and information and asked him to hire him. He also explained that Paul might come as a package deal with another man. Both had good work histories with his company, but for personal reasons he preferred they work elsewhere. He called down to Tom and explained the offer to him. Although he refused to hire Paul back, he wanted Julia to be happy.
One woman’s opinion shouldn’t matter so much to him.
But there was no denying that it did.
His cell phone rang. He checked caller ID and his mood soured more. “Mother,” he said coolly.
“George, tell me you’re not attending the Andrade wedding on Isola Santos. I’m surprised your uncles have the nerve to invite anyone there.” Her dislike of the possibility was clear in her tone.
He almost reassured her he wasn’t. Having Julia in his life had brought him a sense of contentment he had decided not to let ancient history threaten. Why look for answers in the past when he had everything he needed right there beside him every night?
Some doors were better left closed.
His mother hadn’t hidden her concern when she’d heard he and his brothers had attended a function with the family over the summer, but she’d settled down when nothing came from it.
Patrice Andrade, or, as she was once again known, Patrice Stanfield, daughter of one of the wealthiest oil families in the United States, wasn’t known for being an emotional woman. She had even less tolerance for dramatics in others.
Which made her escalating agitation over the wedding difficult to dismiss. It begged the question: Why?
Is it the island she hates, or the idea that we may reconcile with our father’s family?
He answered vaguely, “I told them I would.”
“How could you, Gio? With everything you know?”
“It’s a wedding. Nothing more.”
“But why are you going? They’ve invited you to weddings before. You’ve never gone. Are you hoping things will be different? They won’t be. Remember what they’ve taken from you.”
She’d voiced that sentiment a hundred times before. He’d thought himself immune to it, but this time it brought back anger he hadn’t known was still within him. “How could I forget with you around to remind me?”
His mother’s voice softened. “You’re better than them, George. They did you a favor when they showed you how they really felt. You don’t need them.”
Gio let out a relieved breath. “Is this the only topic you called to discuss? Because I have a meeting waiting for me.” Which was partially true. Somewhere in the world some executive was waiting for him to return his call.
“I saw you in the papers chasing after some woman. Making a fool of yourself in public undermines the company’s image.”
“Good-bye, Mother.”
Just before he hung up, she said, “Watch your brothers on the island, George. Don’t let your uncles manipulate them. They lie as easily as they breathe.”
How many times had they had this very conversation? Looking up at the ceiling in frustration, Gio said, “We’re not little boys anymore. You don’t have to protect us from them.”
“You’re wrong, George. I just hope you realize that before they tear our family apart in a way that even you can’t fix.”
She hung up.
Tear us apart?
I’d say that happened a long time ago.
Her call had changed his mind about seeing his father’s family again, and not in the way his mother had hoped. He was certain now he had to go. He needed to know what awaited him that his mother feared.
But unlike the first time he’d decided to attend the wedding, he didn’t want to bring Julia with him. If the situation got ugly, he wanted her far away from it.
* * *
Rena’s Queen Anne townhouse in Henderson Place had surprised Julia. Even to someone as new to New York as Julia was, the rare cul-de-sac neighborhood implied expensive and exclusive. And if Rena’s designer wardrobe was any indication, the area’s high price hadn’t affected her ability to shop.
Which should have made Julia feel uncomfortable, but Rena had a down-to-earth personality. As she encouraged her to try on dress after dress, Julia felt like she was with her friends back in Rhode Island preparing for prom. They laughed their way through good and bad fits.
While standing before the mirror in a navy strapless Gucci gown that fit her perfectly, Julia met Rena’s eyes in the mirror and asked, “How long have you known Gio?”
Rena smiled and looked up at the ceiling as if counting the years in her head. “I was still in braces when we first met. My brother, Kane, has been his best friend since middle school.”
A sliver of uncertainty crept into Julia. “Gio hasn’t mentioned him to me, but there is a lot he doesn’t tell me.”
Rena came to stand beside Julia in front of the mirror. Simply for the fun of it, she was dressed in a whimsical ultrafitted nude gown that boasted not only a bustier but also a long skirt covered in a layer of feathers. She said she’d fallen in love with it when she’d seen it on a runway in London but hadn’t yet found an event to wear it to. “Give him time. Gio doesn’t trust people easily. He’s had good reason not to.”
Julia couldn’t contain her question. “What happened?”
Rena smiled regretfully. “I wish I could tell you. I’m not supposed to know. He’d kill Kane for telling me.”
Changing the subject, Julia looked down at her own dress and said, “Will I need this dress? He said we’re not going to the wedding anymore.”
“He’ll go. He may say he doesn’t care about his cousins, but he does. He always has.” She took one of Julia’s hands in hers. “Take the dress, and don’t give up on him. He needs someone like you.”
Julia met her own eyes in the mirror.
I want to believe that.
I desperately want to believe that.
Several hours later, Julia followed Gio’s driver as he carried the bags of dresses and shoes Rena had loaned her. Although it was still strange having someone always at her side anticipating her needs, she had to admit it was nice.
It still feels like a dream.
Gio opened the door of his apartment and Julia’s heart pounded wildly in her chest. His eyes were dark and burning with need for her. If this is a dream, wake me tomorrow.
She flew into his arms and met his kiss eagerly. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of his bed and simply held her for a moment, breathing in the scent of her hair like he’d waited all day to do just that.
She pulled her head back and looked up at him. There was sadness in his eyes that made her want to throw her arms around him and comfort him. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ve decided to attend the wedding this weekend. I leave on Friday morning.”
“You leave?”
He put a hand beneath her chin and raised her face up so she would meet his eyes. “You’re not coming with me.”
Julia clasped her suddenly cold hands in front of her. “Why?” Because it’s over? This can’t be how it ends. We haven’t even fought. “You wanted me to go. What’s changed?”
He slid her off him and stood. “I no longer want you there.”
Confused, Julia stood straight and tall in front of him. “I don’t believe you.”
“I don’t know how to be clearer.”
She stepped closer and studied his expression. Questions clamored within her. Insecurities circled like vultures waiting to swoop in. Rena’s words came back to her, bolstering her resolve. Don’t give up on him. “How about just being honest?”
He lashed out verbally. “Dammit, Julia. I’m not taking you to the wedding. I refuse to involve you in this.”
Tears clouded Julia’s eyes as she saw what was behind his anger. He wanted to protect her. “Okay.”
He frowned down at her. “Why aren’t you upse
t?”
Julia’s throat clogged with emotion. “Because I’m listening with my heart and not my ears. My father taught me that. It’s how he said you see the soul of something. You close out all distractions and you let yourself feel the essence of it.” She took him by the hand and led him out of the bedroom to one of the couches in the living room. She sat down even when he continued to stand and glower down at her. “You’re angry, but not at me. Let’s start over. Yell and rant as much as you want. Let it out. Then we’ll talk.”
Gio shook his head in bewilderment. “What?”
“Throw something if it makes you feel better. Sometimes I do that. Bottling it up only makes it worse.”
“I don’t yell.”
“Everyone yells.”
He shook his head again.
“Then I’ll do it for you.” She let out a high-pitched angry scream.
He sat beside her. “What are you doing? Stop.”
She screamed again.
He covered her mouth. “Someone is going to call the police.”
She smiled beneath his hand. He removed it and she said, “I just released all the anger I felt when you told me I couldn’t go to the wedding. Now you do it. You’ll feel better.”
He cocked his head to one side, then started to laugh. He laughed so hard his eyes misted over. And while he did he pulled her into his arms and hugged her.
She nodded with approval. “Laughter works, too. How do you feel?”
He cupped her face between both of his hands and looked down at her, his expression sobering. “Better than I have in a long, long time.”
“Do you want to talk now?
“Hell no.”
Even though she was disappointed, she was relieved to see him smiling. He swung her up and over one of his shoulders. “I just thought of another way to relieve some of my stress.”
She playfully swatted his back. “Don’t think this lets you off the hook. I want to know why you don’t want to take me to the wedding.”
He growled and rolled onto the bed with her. “What’s it going to take for you to stop talking?”
Julia smiled up at him impishly. “Do I really need to tell you?”
She didn’t.
The next hour left her pleasantly unable to speak or even form a coherent thought.
Chapter Sixteen
Julia woke in Gio’s arms. Lying naked in his embrace was heaven. He was absently tracing the curve of her lower back.
She hugged him tightly. She wanted to ask him so many questions, but she held her tongue. He would tell her when he was ready. “Gio?”
“Hmmm?” he asked, resting his chin on the top of her head.
“I care about you.”
He instantly tensed but said nothing. What is he afraid I’ll say? Who taught him that words of kindness are followed by something unpleasant?
Rubbing her hand across his lightly haired chest, Julia said, “That’s all. I just needed to say it.”
He buried his face in her hair and held her for a moment longer, relaxing beneath her touch. “Did you have fun with Rena?”
Julia knew he was trying to distract her and she let him. “Yes. We even looked at some old photographs. I’m so jealous. How did you not have a gangly, awkward stage?”
He chuckled softly and ran his hand through her long hair. “I’m not sure I should let the two of you become friends.”
“Too late,” Julia said with a mischievous grin. “I love that she’s your best friend’s little sister. She told me that you and Kane ruled your high school. What was it like being so popular?”
Instead of laughing at her ribbing, his face grew serious. “Kane was my friend. The rest of them were more interested in how much money my family had. That’s the problem with money. People don’t see you. They see the car you drive. They see the house you live in. Beyond that, none of it is real. When you have enough money, it’s no longer a thrill to get more of it. All that matters is keeping it and ensuring it’s there for the next generation.”
Julia held up one of her hands and rubbed her thumb and index finger together back and forth quickly. She stopped and said cheekily, “Do you know what that is? It’s the world’s smallest violin, and I’m playing it for your very sad story. Too much money. The burden of it. How did you survive?”
He raised his hand and slapped her bare ass with enough force that she jumped, but not enough to hurt her. “I thought you were a sweet woman.”
She smiled back, unrepentant. “I am, but I call bullshit when I see it.”
“That can be a dangerous trait,” he said with a bit more seriousness. “Many people don’t like having their reality challenged.”
She propped herself up on one elbow and said, “I’m a lot tougher than you think.”
He ran a gentle hand down one side of her face and down her neck. “Are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
A pained expression twisted his face. “I don’t know what the wedding will be like. It has the potential to become an ugly situation.”
Julia leaned forward and rested her head on his chest. “Then you should definitely take me. You shouldn’t go to something like that alone.”
He shuddered beneath her, and Julia knew she’d said exactly what he needed to hear.
Chapter Seventeen
It was a few minutes before three on Friday morning when they arrived at the private airfield. “Oh, hell no,” Gio said as his town car pulled onto the tarmac next to his plane and he saw the outline of three men standing next to a stretch limo talking. “I told Rena to hire a second plane for them.”
Julia leaned over him to look out the window. The move tightened the material of her slacks over the curve of her ass in the most tempting way. As adorable as she looked in them, he’d spent the ride over imagining taking them off her in the seclusion of the plane. “Who are they?” she asked.
“My brothers. They’ll have to find their own damn plane.”
“Won’t they think it’s strange that we don’t want them to come with us?”
Gio raised his eyebrows and Julia turned an adorable shade of pink. “I don’t care.”
Julia said softly, “I’d like to meet them.”
Gio swore beneath his breath. He still wasn’t sure how he felt about Julia, but he knew damn well how he felt about sharing a six-hour flight with her and his brothers. He was about to explain to her why his way was the only way when he looked into her blue eyes and lost his resolve. “Nick will probably make a pass at you,” he warned. “Even if I threaten to kill him for it.”
“I’ll laugh it off.”
“Luke will bore you with details of his last surgery.”
Julia turned so she was straddling Gio’s lap, facing him. “I have the perfect game face for boring stories. Watch.” She smiled at him and widened her eyes as if fascinated in what he was saying. “I look them straight in the eye and daydream away. It works every time.”
Gio shook his head, losing the battle against her charm. “I’ll have to remember that expression the next time I’m telling you something.”
“I probably shouldn’t have shared that,” Julia said with a guilty grin, then peered out the window again. “What about your third brother?”
“Max? He’s a wild card. I’m surprised he’s here at all. He’s not big on family events.”
“They sound nice.”
Giving in to the temptation of having her poised above him, he slid his hand between her legs and enjoyed watching her eyes half close with pleasure. “Not as nice as flying over alone would be.”
Julia gave him a deep kiss, then murmured, “How about if I promise to make it up to you on the island? We’ll sneak off somewhere during the reception. There has to be some private corner on it.”
He savored the feel of her lips against his and considered her proposal.
She kissed him quickly and moved playfully away from him. “Unless you’re not interested.”
“Oh, I’m interested.” He rea
ched for her, but before he made contact the door of his town car opened.
Nick greeted them first. He bent to inspect the contents of the vehicle, then straightened and turned to speak to the brothers who stood behind him. “Luke was right. Gio brought a date. So, why couldn’t I bring mine?”
Luke’s sarcasm was thick. “You didn’t know her name.”
“It’s a long flight. We would have figured it out.”
Gio stepped out of the vehicle and faced the trio. He momentarily blocked the door behind him. “I wasn’t aware we were traveling together.”
Luke nodded. “I had Rena cancel our plane. It doesn’t make sense for us to go separately.”
His youngest brother, Max, came over and clapped a hand in greeting on Gio’s shoulder. “Don’t be cross with Luke. He clings to the possibility of reuniting the family.”
Countering his brother, Nick asked, “But not you, Max? Why are you here if you don’t care how it turns out?”
Max smiled. “I’ve run the odds in my head of one of you getting into a serious altercation on the island, and the probability is high.”
Luke looked at him and raised one doubtful eyebrow. “And you’re coming to make sure that doesn’t happen?”
“Hell no, I don’t want to miss it,” Max said with a wicked grin only the youngest child could master.
Gio let out an audible sigh. “This isn’t going to work.” He half turned to climb back into his car, but Luke stopped him with a hand on his arm.
“Don’t go, Gio. I wasn’t screwing with you. I think it’s important that we arrive together.”
Gio looked back and forth between Julia’s expectant expression and Luke’s earnest one. He put his hand out to Julia, helping her out of the car. “This is Julia Bennett. She was raised in a nice family. Can we be on our best behavior for the next six hours?”
Nick leaned in and whistled appreciatively. “Is she the one who worked in the security department? She is hot. No wonder you broke your rule to date her. But seriously, am I the only one who recognizes a pattern at Cogent? Have you seen the new IT girl? She can fix my laptop anytime.”