The Race

by Alice Ward

  Raking my hand through my hair, I searched for patience and sat beside her, wanting to pull her into my arms but knowing I couldn’t. “Cherry, you have to start trusting me. We’re partners of a sort, and it’s not going to get us places if you’re constantly afraid of my firing you.”

  Her eyes grew wide, and her sultry lips dropped open before shutting again, an accepting look coming onto her face. “Alright then. I’ll try to, but no promises.”

  “Good. I suppose that’s all I can ask then.” I looked around, expecting to see evidence of a man, but there was only teenage boy stuff lying around. “Where’s your dad?”

  She stiffened. “I need to help Mom get dinner on.”

  “I take it that’s a sticky subject.” I didn’t want to push, but I’d made up my mind that I was going to help this family and I needed to know what I was in for with the head of the household.

  “Yeah, why?”

  “Your shoulders are stiff, and you’ve got this look on your face like you’re trying not to think about something.”

  She noticeably relaxed her shoulders. “I meant, why do you want to know?”

  “You’re avoiding the question.” I sighed. “Cherry, sometimes people just want to know things about each other.”

  Her gaze sharpened then dropped to her lap, where she fiddled with her fingers for a moment before swallowing hard and looking back up.

  “I owe you an explanation, after everything you’ve done for me today. You left your business and rushed to get us, took Colby under your wing. Not to mention your obvious dedication to my continued employment, and you didn’t even seem concerned with taking the rest of the day showing Colby how to box, ignoring the fact that my brother’s shenanigans had cost most of a day of training.”

  “Your father died?”

  Her eyes widened. “How did you know?”

  “Because of how long it was taking you to say it.”

  She battled the tears back, swallowing them down as she looked out the window, stalling. I could tell no one usually saw through the façade she’d raised, not very often anyway. It shook a person when someone finally did. I knew because it did the same to me when Cherry saw things in me I was doing my best to hide.

  “It was throat cancer. One month he was fine, then he was gone before Christmas. It was so fast, and even with all us kids we couldn’t manage what he had alone on the farm and basically went bankrupt. We lost my dad, our house, and then Mom made the decision to let even the two cars go and keep the farm truck. Mom used the last of the money to rent this house, and we’ve been trying to make it work city style ever since.”

  “I’m so sorry. I know what it’s like to lose a parent.” I reached out, covered her hands with my own. “But I can’t imagine losing my home at the same time. No wonder you’re so strong. You’ve had to be. Were there no extended family members who could help?”

  Her face grew tight, and I realized I’d stumbled onto another sore subject. She let out a long breath. “My father’s family doesn’t really associate with even each other, and mom’s family couldn’t do much to help. They did what they could, but when I got a college scholarship that didn’t include the dorm, Mom decided we could do better in Louisville.”

  “I see,” I said, my mind racing. I felt like I’d just gathered a wealth of information. It explained her wall, the way she was so determined to succeed. As the oldest, the responsibility would fall heavily on her shoulders. “I just assumed your dad had something to do with your entering the fight world.”

  “He took me to a few fights, mostly incognito.” She smiled, her gaze a light year away. “Mom would have killed him if she’d known. It was after we moved that I started fighting. It helped me burn the tension.”

  She’d lost her father, the cornerstone of their family.

  I knew how it felt to have someone so important to you pass away. “My mother died when I was eight, and my grandparents on each side of the family tried to step in. It was a shitshow.”

  The concern in her eyes stayed even as one side of her lips turned up in a tiny smile.

  A whole new respect for her welled up within me, along with something else. I wanted to make sure she was cared for. Give her everything, anything she and her family might need. The worst thing that had happened in my life had been my own doing, and I had recovered in comfort and with the best care that money could buy.

  She’d suffered because of a cruel fate. Now, more than ever, I wanted good things for her. I wanted her not to suffer anymore. I just wanted her to not have to worry about what was coming next.

  She looked up at me through her lashes. “I didn’t weird you out with that whole backstory thing, did I?”

  I frowned, wishing I could pull her to my chest. “What? No. Like you, I have my own armor. It’s hard for even me to chip through it at this point.”

  “I know what you mean,” she said with a slight chuckle, a sound I didn’t hear from her often.

  “I think we’re a fair bit alike. Sometimes people call me cold, but I just like to say that I’m practical.” She nodded, agreeing with my statement.

  Perhaps this similarity was what drew us to each other so strongly.

  It was a relief to know that her aloofness wasn’t because she didn’t like me. However, with that relief, my mind was able to push aside all the worries I had been housing, and I was faced with only a single question.

  Why she meant so much to me.

  Just then, Cherry’s mother stepped out of the kitchen and found us on the couch. “You’re staying for dinner.”

  Cherry looked flustered and it almost made me forget the sadness that had entered the room.

  I shook my head and made to stand. “Oh no, that’s alright. I just wanted to make sure everyone was settled, so I’ll just head out.”

  She waggled a finger at me. “No, no, no. You come to my house, you help my family, I fill your belly. You’ll stay for dinner.”

  I wanted to argue but not be rude, and my eyes automatically flicked to Cherry questioningly. She only shrugged, as if when her mother put her mind to something, it always went her way.

  Still, though I’d established a certain amount of intimacy with Cherry, I wasn’t sure I was ready for a family meal, so I stood. “I really should get back to wo—”

  “You’ll stay for dinner,” Cherry’s mama repeated, her dark eyes boring into mine.

  Then it was like someone had taken possession of my mouth. “Yes, ma’am. But only if you allow me to give you the night off from cooking.”

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  Cherry

  Caleb ordered Old Spaghetti Factory and had his driver deliver it. We crowded around the table, the place that had once been Dad’s filled with a male form it was all I could do to take my eyes from. Mama had seated him there, noting his “long legs,” then took over serving as she always did.

  “I couldn’t help but notice that you all have names that are something edible,” Caleb said, looking around at my siblings.

  When his eyes landed on me, my mind flashed back to that gym mat in the ring, his tongue on my clit. My face heated, and I dropped my gaze and concentrated on winding spaghetti around my fork.

  Caleb shifted slightly, and from my vantage point, I couldn’t tell if he was amused or embarrassed. The guy certainly did have a great poker face.

  While I could never associate Caleb with anything finned or scaly, the term “fish out of water” was fitting as silence descended over the table.

  “Dad named us all,” Clementine piped up, then focused on her plate of spaghetti when everyone’s eyes turned to her.

  “Yes,” I said. “Dad named each of us after the crop, or in Colby’s case, the product that was newest on the farm.”

  Before Caleb could comment, Honey laughed. “I was lucky I wasn’t named Ham.”

  Sage rolled his eyes. “You are a ham.”

  “Hams come from piggies. We had piggies,” Honey told Caleb. “Piggies stink. Phew.” She pinched
her nose, making a face that had Clementine dissolving into giggles. “But pork is delectable meat.”

  Colby leaned over and told Honey to “shut up,” which sent Mama into a tizzy.

  After the buzz at the table subsided, I chanced a glance at Caleb, tall and impassive in his seat, and completely out of his depth. But he was hanging in there and seemed to be enjoying himself.

  Mama was eying Colby with a stern look that told me their earlier discussion hadn’t completely covered the events of the day. “Soon, you’ll be duking it out for pay like your sister, my baby.” She sighed and pressed her hand to her heart.

  “I’m not a baby, Mama. I’m twenty-one years old.” I sighed, knowing I wasn’t going to get anywhere playing the adult card, but she was embarrassing me in front of Caleb. I wanted him to see how close we were, not the fact that my mom and her emotions that were always on display would fit right into any daytime soap opera.

  “You came into this world my first baby, therefore you will always be my baby.” She tsked. “So, what now? More fighting? Do you heal to only get hurt even more?”

  I didn’t like being admonished in front of Caleb, but before I could defend myself, he launched into the safety elements and rules set up in MMA and boxing that protected the fighters. He was so convincing that she was eventually nodding in agreement.

  When dinner was finished, Sage and Colby were instructed to do the cleanup, but Caleb insisted on helping, so I stayed to lob any conversation that might be too much for him. When Colby tried to pitch a string of spaghetti into Sage’s hair, I glanced to Caleb and saw that he was wearing a smirk.

  I sighed. “So this is my family.”

  “They’re great,” he said, his voice quiet. But in my house, secrets were hard to keep secret.

  “Yeah, we are,” Sage answered for me. “And you’re the guy with the money, aren’t you?”

  I shushed my closest sibling and addressed Caleb. “Ignore him. He’s smart, but unfortunately his brains don’t have a clear path to his mouth half the time.”

  Sage just winked at me, ever his snarky self. “And yet you know you love me.”

  I ignored him, carrying plates to the sink and nudged Clementine, who was still sitting at the table, staring at Caleb with big eyes. “If you’re not helping, you know you have after dinner chores.”

  That ran her off, and Honey followed.

  “I knew you had a big family but didn’t imagine they’d be so great.”

  “Yeah, we’re a bunch of characters, that’s for sure.” I smiled weakly at him. “I hope it’s not too intimidating.”

  He shrugged, his face impassive as he looked over the now empty table covered in dirty dishes. “It’s something to grow accustomed to.”

  I imagined it was. I knew next to nothing about Caleb’s life, but he’d never mentioned any other sibling besides the sister he hadn’t seen in years. In fact, I didn’t even know his father’s name. Although I liked to think that I could read him just fine, it wasn’t like he was an open book.

  “So, what do you do to earn all that money?” Sage asked, diving right into the awkward conversation like we weren’t uncertain enough already.

  Caleb’s face colored a little, and he gave the slightest of smiles. “I run a research and development company.”

  “So, you’re like a CEO or something?”

  “Yes. I own it along with my longtime buddy.”

  “Is there a board?”

  “What’s a board?” Colby asked as he piled dishes from the table way too high.

  “It’s the people who run the company, basically,” Sage answered. “Which you would know if you didn’t spend all of your time watching sports and actually studied a little.”

  “What? I study!” my youngest brother objected, almost knocking over the pile.

  “Uh-huh, and that’s why you’re rocking that C minus average, isn’t it?”

  Colby’s cheeks puffed out like they did when he got pouty. “Not all of us can be smartasses like you.”

  I gasped. “Colby!”

  But Sage just grinned. “I’m sure if you applied yourself, you could be just as much of a smartass as I am.”

  “But are we really sure that’s a goal I should be reaching for?” Colby looked serious when he said it.

  I was startled when Caleb laughed. “Oh, he called you out!” I had expected him to be uncomfortable, not join in the banter.

  In the same tone, Colby squawked, “What’s Sage going to do?”

  My eldest brother just raised his eyebrows and straightened his spine. “I’m going to be a gracious host and not correct my obviously ridiculous brother.”

  “Money can’t buy good manners,” Caleb said, which was met with Colby practically howling with laughter until I shushed him.

  Caleb took the outburst well, which had me thinking maybe I needed to stop setting the bar so low for him. Since he’d come in the door, Caleb had been nothing but incredibly kind and respectful. Sure, his countenance was cold, maybe even harsh to some people. But I knew better than most that his outward appearance was probably just the defense he’d had to curate over the years to survive in his world. I was sure that many people had tried to take advantage of him because of his station.

  Honey came barreling back into the kitchen holding up a drawing she’d done. “I did art today!”

  “In kindergarten. Careful with that one,” I said, reaching forward to ruffle the light hair of my youngest sister’s head. “Once you get her going about a subject, she never stops.”

  “Until I make her!” Clementine said, smiling brightly and showing her uneven adult teeth as she shuffled back into the kitchen.

  “Oh, you made something?” Caleb asked as he took the drawing and held it up in front of him. “Hmm. Is this your house? With everyone… lying on the front lawn?”

  “Getting tickles!” Honey answered in her usual overly loud tone. “We’re using tickles!” She proceeded to lunge at Clementine, and soon they were rolling across the floor in a mass of flailing limbs and giggles.

  I half expected Caleb to get irritated, but he just watched with what appeared to be genuine amusement until the girls calmed down and Honey started to explain to him the characters in her artwork.

  I let her banter on, certain I was throwing Caleb into the deep end. I just hoped that he’d survive.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  Caleb

  How strange. I had once spent ten thousand dollars on a new necklace that the woman I’d been dating lost less than a week later, and she couldn’t have cared less. My dad had dropped eighty thousand on a car that I’d totaled within a month. Yet here Cherry was, pleased as punch just because I’d ordered dinner and had it delivered then insisted on helping with the cleanup.

  She smiled softly, in that sweet, quiet way that I didn’t get to see too often as I dissected her angelic little sister’s drawing like it was a piece hanging in the Louvre.

  She’d scared the hell out of me earlier today when she hadn’t showed at training. Then again when it became apparent she was afraid I was going to fire her. The fact that Cherry was all right mattered to me more than anything else. More than my business. More than my investment, more than money itself. The whole world would seem like a darker, crueler place if she had somehow been injured, and I couldn’t be more grateful that wasn’t the case.

  One side of my brain, the logical part, told me that I knew exactly why I felt that way. But the other side, the one full of pride and status and the need to maintain my impenetrable demeanor, told me firmly that I had no idea what it was, and that I should exit the family scene gracefully. And yet an additional side, the one I refused to investigate, held simple fear. Fear of losing someone important to me again.

  They said it was better to have loved and lost, but I called bullshit on that. In my case, loss created a deep well of doubt. There was no closure, leaving the mind to worry, and even worse… hope, which was a good and a bad thing.

  Shaking off the n
egative thinking, I looked at the five faces all staring at me as I pointed out the details in Honey’s drawing, and I’d never felt so out of my depth in my entire life. But as alien as being immersed in Cherry’s daily life was, there was also this… warmth to them that I couldn’t explain.

  When I had first entered the home, I’d sensed it immediately but thought it was something just for them. A sort of connection in their family that I would be able to observe but not participate in.

  But then, as the two boys bantered, I couldn’t resist chiming in. Little did I know, I was opening a door that just seemed to be swinging wider and wider with every second, until I too was bathed in that same warmth I sensed when I first stepped into the house.

  I handed over the drawing and wiped my sweaty palms on my pants. I didn’t think I had ever been so intimidated by a group of underage people, a mother, and one gorgeous woman in my entire life. Board meetings, hostile takeovers, hard pitches, none of them compared to sitting down at a dinner table with a family I knew had fought a battle to even own the table.

  Sitting directly across from the matriarch of the household, I had to have been seated where Cherry’s dad once sat. I’d been more than ready to vacate that chair once the meal was done, and now I couldn’t help but still feel the weight of the responsibility that came with that seat on my shoulders.

  Was I overreacting? Was I being invited into the family? Or was I just overthinking the situation? It had been the only damn chair available, after all.

  I’d offered to provide the meal mainly to ease the pressure of an unexpected guest. I could tell her mother was appreciative, and not used to someone helping out, much like Cherry. When one of the boys opened the fridge, I’d been thankful I’d had the meal delivered. While the cupboard wasn’t bare, it was obvious either no one had been to the store lately or there was a need. Well, I’d take care of that as soon as I left here. I knew I needed to stop being surprised at what it was like to be on the have-not side of the coin, but it was just so different from what I was used to. I had to stop taking so much for granted.