by Kira Blakely
I hate to admit it, but Pam has a point.
“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe the truck has just been reminding your father of Jack and of his own failures as a father? Maybe the reason he wants to sell it is because he finally wants to be free of the pain?”
Nope. That hasn’t occurred to me, either.
“Whatever his reasons may be, I don’t think Jack’s truck should get between you and your parents. Jack wouldn’t like that, would he?”
I look at Pam. “Sometimes, I hate you. Do you know that?”
“Because I see things you don’t? Hey, an investigative reporter has got to see issues from different perspectives.”
“And you happen to be one of the best, don’t you?”
She grins. “You’re welcome. Now, go make amends with your parents. I’m sure they don’t want to be estranged from you, either.”
I frown. “Why do I get the feeling you’re going to tell me ‘I told you so’ again sometime soon?”
Pam pats me on the shoulder. “Just think of it as my way of saying ‘all’s well that ends well.’”
***
All’s well that ends well, huh?
I wonder about that as I walk back to my apartment.
Well, frankly, I’m not sure how this is going to end well. I still feel hurt that Jack’s truck got sold, after all.
And I’m sure my dad’s hurt, too, that I said all those things to him. I even disowned him. Well, technically, I disowned myself. But I was still the one who cut the ties.
How can I put it back the way it was? What if he doesn’t want to talk to me ever again?
The moment I return to my apartment, though, my worries vanish.
My mother’s waiting for me outside the door.
“Mom?”
She gives me a sheepish grin. “I’m sorry I showed up without telling you. I actually came to your apartment last night but you weren’t here, so I returned early this morning. I hope you don’t mind.”
“It’s okay,” I say as I open the door.
I don’t mind. I’m just confused.
“But why? What are you doing here, Mom? And where’s Dad?”
“Your father went back to Rumney already this morning. He has some animals to take care of, after all,” she explains as she enters my apartment. “But believe me, dear, he isn’t mad at you. On the contrary, I think he wants you to forgive him.”
I say nothing, picking up Siberia as she comes up to me.
“You will forgive him, won’t you? After all, no harm’s been done.”
I give her a puzzled look. “What do you mean?”
“Well…” She sits down, her hands clasped on her knee. “After your heartfelt speech, George decided not to buy the truck and your father took down the ad. He decided not to sell it.”
“He did?” I sit down beside her.
“Your father loved Jack, too, you know. And he loves you.” She places a hand on my shoulder. “Very much.”
“I know.”
“So, you’ll forgive him?” she asks hopefully.
I nod. “He’s my father. In fact, I’ve been thinking that if he wants to sell Jack’s truck, he can.”
Mom looks surprised. “You sure?”
I nod. “Jack wouldn’t want Dad to have a hard time. If he needs the money, then—”
“Actually, speaking of the money, a man called your dad this morning. He was asking if he wanted a loan.”
“A loan?”
“It’s strange because we didn’t apply for a loan, although we were thinking of it.”
Strange indeed. I already know what happened.
Or more precisely, who’s behind it.
There’s only one man with enough money and with ties to banks who might want to help me. Nathan.
“Your father suggested it might have been someone you’re dating.” She pets Siberia as the cat scoots over to her. “He said otherwise, why would a stranger want to help us or even know of our problems? Is that so?”
I shake my head. “I’m not dating anyone.”
Even if it was Nathan, it doesn’t matter. I’m not falling for his tricks anymore, regardless of how elaborate they are.
Mom sighs. “Well, that’s a relief.”
“A relief?” I’m confused. I thought my mom was secretly wishing for me to get married.
“Your father said if someone you were dating was offering us a loan, he must be asking for something in return, something he wasn’t sure he’d want you to give him.”
For a moment, I don’t speak, my father’s words sinking straight to the core.
Something he wasn’t sure he’d want you to give him.
Then as if those words are the nail in the coffin, I break, the tears I’ve been holding at bay since I left Nathan’s apartment flowing free.
I do what I haven’t done in a long time — I cry like a baby in my mother’s arms.
“Sam?”
I tell my Mom all about Nathan amid tears and sniffles — how he exploited my weakness, how he played me like a damn fiddle, how I wish I hadn’t slept with him or ever even met him.
My mom just listens as she wraps her arms around me, stroking my hair as she rocks me back and forth.
“I wish Jack was still here,” I tell her when I’m done crying.
“I know.” My mother kisses the top of my head. “But he’s always watching over you, you know.”
I know. He must be feeling frustrated right now, having been unable to protect me. But I’ll show him I’ll be fine.
Now that I’ve had a good cry, I feel brand new and my mind is clear, my heart strong.
“I’ll be fine, Mom.” So what if Nathan doesn’t need me anymore? I don’t need him. “I still have my job. I’m going to work hard.”
If ever I run into Nathan at a party, I’ll pretend nothing ever happened. I can do that if he can.
“And one day, I’m going to get my dream job. I’m going to travel the world, taking pictures of the most amazing and most elusive creatures on Earth.”
And that will be more than enough.
My mom gives me another hug. “I’m sure you’ll be able to do all that, sweetheart.”
From this moment on, Nathan Landers will be nothing more than a bad memory. And soon, he won’t even be a memory.
Nathan Landers who?
Chapter NINE
Not Biting the Bait
“Who’s N.L.?” Mattie asks, reading the card that came with another bouquet delivered to the Prima Vida office, which is currently empty except for Mattie and me, the rest of the staff on assignments.
Another day, another bouquet. This time, roses and tulips sit there on top of the cabinet by the door.
Nathan doesn’t know how to take a hint, does he?
I shrug, my eyes on my computer screen. “Beats me.”
“Oh, come on. Do I look like I was born yesterday?”
She sits on my desk.
“If it didn’t have a name, I’d believe it was a secret admirer.” She waves the card in front of my face. “But this one’s clearly signed ‘N.L.’ with the silhouette of a lion stamped beside it.”
Yup, I’ve noticed.
The nerve.
“Stop it, Mattie.” I try to grab the card, but Mattie holds it beyond my reach.
“So were the other cards,” she says. “On the dozen other bouquets.”
“The ones I returned?”
“Ooh, someone’s playing hard to get.”
“Not hard to get.” I sit down and continue working on my computer. “Impossible to get.”
“He’s persistent. That means he wants you. Badly.”
I roll my eyes. “He doesn’t want me. He wants something from me. There’s a difference.”
“Really? What does he want?”
Good question. What more does he want from me? More sex? Can’t he get that from another woman? Can’t he move on to someone new? What? Does he want to hurt me some more? To make an even bigger fool of me
? Haven’t I amused him enough?
I give another shrug. “Beats me.”
“Well, if you tell me who he is, maybe I can talk to him for you. Ask what he wants.”
Not a chance. “No, thank you.”
Mattie frowns. “Why not? I’m good at dealing with men.”
“I know you are. But this one’s different. He’ll devour you.”
She grins. “Now I’m even more intrigued.”
Right. I forgot Mattie loves a good challenge. If she was a moth, she’d probably hover around an open flame just to see how close she can get without getting burned.
“So, tell me.” Mattie goes behind me, placing her hands on my shoulders. “Who’s the lucky guy?”
“If you ask me, he’s unlucky because he picked me to mess with. And stupid.”
Mattie ignores me. “N. L., huh? Do I know him?”
“No,” I lie.
“Is he rich? No. Don’t answer that. He’s been sending you flowers, so he must be rich.”
“Um, are you still talking to me? Because I’m trying to work here.”
Again, she ignores me. “Is he older than you?”
I don’t answer. Two can play the pretend-I-don’t-hear-you game.
“Is he married?”
“What?”
Then again, that’s a good question. What if Nathan is secretly married? The more I try to forget about him, the more I realize I never really knew him.
“Divorced? With kids?”
“Mattie…”
“Come on. Just give me a clue. One clue.”
I sigh. “He’s a jerk.”
She pouts. “Gee, thanks. That’s about every guy on this planet.”
“It doesn’t matter who he is,” I tell her. “And it doesn’t matter how many flowers he sends me. I’m not giving him the time of day.”
Mattie sighs. “I almost feel sorry for the guy.”
I snort. “Don’t.”
“And for the flowers. Can I bring this one home?”
“Sure.” I don’t even think about it. “You can have all the flowers.”
“Thanks.” She goes to get them. “I think I’ll show them off and pretend that a secret admirer gave them to me.”
“Whatever.”
I’m just glad to be rid of the flowers. And of Mattie.
Alone at last.
I let my face fall on the keyboard, sighing. Now, if only Nathan would leave me alone as well.
***
I should have known he wasn’t going to leave me alone.
A few days later, on my day off, just after I’ve finished giving Siberia her first meal of the day, the doorbell to my apartment rings.
I answer it and a woman is standing there.
Petite. Brown hair. Full, almond-shaped dark eyes. Pink collared blouse. Black blazer. Black pencil skirt. Stockings. Half-inch heels.
Nope. I don’t have a clue who she is.
“Can I help you?” I ask through the small gap in the doorway.
“Actually, you can. You are Ms. Samantha Willis, correct?”
“Yes,” I answer reluctantly.
She smiles. “My name is Abigail Gomez. Abby. I’m Mr. Landers’ personal assistant. Can I come in?”
I take a moment to digest the lengthy introduction. “Nathan Landers?”
She nods.
I didn’t even know Nathan had a personal assistant. Not that I care.
“Can I come in?” she repeats.
“Um, actually, I’m not sure,” I confess. “You see, I’m trying to cut my ties with Mr. Landers.”
“I know.”
She knows?
“That’s why I’m here. To deliver a gift.”
She hands me a big, shiny paper bag. When I don’t accept it, she opens it, bringing out a stuffed orange tabby from inside.
A stuffed toy cat? Really?
“Mr. Landers thought of giving you a dog, but he remembered dogs aren’t allowed at your apartment. Then he thought of giving you a stuffed dog but thought Siberia might not like it. So, he decided to give you a stuffed toy cat. Oh, and there’s a toy for Siberia here as well.”
Abby scoops out a pack of colorful foil balls.
I’m a little surprised that he remembered Siberia but if he thinks he can get to me through Siberia, he’s wrong.
“I’m sorry, but I think Siberia has enough toys. Is there anything else?”
Abby raises an eyebrow. “Is there anything else you want to have?”
I blink. Is she for real?
“I have better things to do actually so—”
“I also have a message to deliver.”
I cross my arms over my chest and lean on the doorframe. “Okay. Let’s hear it.”
“Mr. Landers told me to tell you that there are already a few dogs in the dog shelter. You might want to pay them a visit.”
The dog shelter? Surely, Nathan doesn’t think I’ll fall for the same trick twice.
“He also told me to tell you that he’d appreciate it if you would please return his phone calls. He’d very much like to see you again.”
You mean he’d like to sleep with me again.
I snort. “And he can’t say all this himself?”
“Well, he couldn’t reach you—”
“And of course, he’s too busy to come here himself.”
“Well, if that’s what you want, I can tell him—”
“You know what? Tell him this for me.” I stand up straight. “Tell him I don’t care what he does with his life, but I happen to have one, too, and I’d appreciate it very much if he dragged his fucking ass out of it and stayed the hell away from me.”
I slam the door, breathing deeply as I lean on it.
That felt good.
At least until I realize I just lashed out on an innocent stranger.
Shit. What did I just do?
I open the door. Abby is still out in the hall, texting someone on her phone.
Thank goodness.
I walk toward her. “Um, Abby?”
“Yes?” She turns her head.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have yelled at you.”
“It’s fine.”
I shake my head. “No, it’s not. None of this is your fault.”
“It’s fine,” she repeats. “I’m used to taking responsibility for things that aren’t my fault.”
That makes me feel even more guilty.
“It must be tough working for Nathan Landers.”
“It is,” she admits. “But I can deal with him.” She sighs. “It’s dealing with his women I don’t like.”
Women.
“Have you told him that?”
Abby shakes her head. “Other than that, he’s a good boss. True, he can be a little grumpy sometimes—” She lowers her voice. “Don’t tell him I said that.” She resumes her normal tone. “But he’s reasonable. And efficient. I work hard, but I know he works harder.”
“He didn’t send you to tell me about his good points, did he?”
“No,” she answers quickly.
“Don’t worry,” I assure her. “I won’t tell him a thing. Actually, I don’t intend to say anything more to him.”
“Can I ask why?”
I lean my head back. “I guess I’m just another woman.”
She nods. “Well, yeah. He’s been with a lot of women. I actually thought you were different, though.”
I look at her. “What made you think that?”
“Well, I’m usually sent to deal with his women, tell them to stay away from him, blackmail them, bribe them.”
“That’s horrible.”
“It’s the first time I’ve been sent to deliver presents.”
Really?
“But I guess a leopard can’t change his spots, huh?” Abby asks.
I shake my head. Nathan can’t fool me any longer. “No, he can’t.”
To my surprise, she puts a hand on my arm. “I’m sorry for what he did.”
“Hey, you already
do a lot for him. Don’t apologize for him, too.”
Abby smiles. “You know what? I like you.”
“Funny. I feel the same.” I glance back at my apartment. “Hey, what do you say we go inside and have some coffee?”
She smiles wider. “I’d love that.”
See. I don’t need Nathan. There are plenty of better, nicer people in the world to keep me company and work to keep me busy.
For sure, I’ll be able to move on.
Or so I thought.
Chapter TEN
Ruffled Feathers
The Talbot Mansion sits in the middle of acres of land, its grand architecture towering over the trees.
I’ve never seen it with my own eyes before, only on the cover of a magazine. I take a moment to appreciate it now, taking in the marble balustrades of its balconies, its brick chimneys and French windows before walking around the grounds with my camera.
It’s the birthday of Virginia Talbot, the matriarch of the Talbot family. Mattie and I have been invited not only because the Talbots are a family of philanthropists and politicians, but also because Carlisle Talbot, the second eldest son, happens to be my boss’ good friend.
There aren’t too many people yet, but I can already spot some familiar figures.
The peacock and his wife, the hen under a tree. The vulture by the fountain. The hyena by the refreshments table.
Or the camel.
I shake off that comparison, suppressing the memory of that conversation.
No, the hyena. And the mink. And…
Casey Rockford.
Shit.
Slowly, discreetly, I back away, taking pictures here and there so that the camera can conceal my face.
It’s no good, though. As soon as I put down the camera, she walks toward me with a slender redhead in tow, her eyes narrowed in disdain.
She’s noticed me.
Worse, she’s recognized me.
You stand out even when you don’t want to.
Shit. So far, her father hasn’t made any requests to have me fired but that could change tonight.
Time to make a not-so-discreet escape. I look around quickly then make for the gap in the hedge.
“Where are you going?” Mattie asks, noticing me fleeing. “I’ve heard Mrs. Talbot is about to come out of the house. And her daughter told me her outfit is worth a quarter of a million dollars, and she’ll auction it off afterward.”