Текст книги "Fast Forward"

Автор книги: Marion Croslydon

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“Joshua MacBride is a smart man. He operates openly enough so that the women in his life don’t suspect anything underhanded is going on.”

“You’re so full of shit.”

“Tsk-tsk, Mrs. MacBride, you’re betraying your roots. The Langford is hardly a honkytonk.”

“And what are my roots? Do tell me, Mr. Hewitt.” I wasn’t going to point a rifle at this guy, but if my words were bullets, he’d look like a slice of Swiss cheese by now.

“The same as Joshua’s, and that’s why the outcome of your marriage is a foregone conclusion.”

I couldn’t help asking. “Why?”

“Because ambition is the engine behind your husband’s success, not love, although...” he tilted his head sideways as if conceding a point, “… he’s very good at this young family man charade. Voters love that and he knows it.”

I wanted to break this asshole’s nose. “Get out of my sight.”

He raised his glass and turned. I watched him walk away and looked for where his salute had been directed.

“I told you to avoid Hewitt,” Josh cut in. His jaw was locked.

“Good evening to you too! Long time no see.”

“He’s a snake.”

“And Megan Alistair is a cow, but here you are being all chummy with her.” I knocked down half of my glass for some Dutch courage to face Josh’s polar gaze.

“I wasn’t chummy with her. She introduced me to Senator—”

“—Van thingy, I know, Leader of the free world and beyond. Your friend Hewitt gave me a briefing.” Another gulp of champagne. “How does your ex know him anyway? They’re not exactly the same level on the food chain.”

“He’s her godfather.”

The champagne went down the wrong way and I coughed. Thank God I managed not to spit out anything, but I wasn’t getting any help from my beloved. He just kept looking at me. When I’d recovered, he added: “She’s the one who invited me tonight. I didn’t want to accept but she suggested you come along too.”

Of course, the girl was smart enough not to piss off the wife while making her way into the husband’s good books.

“Should I go and say Thank You then? Or maybe I should write her a card?”

Josh made a point of ignoring my sarcasm. “You said you wanted to know my world. So here we are. You can’t get much closer to it than this.” He waved a hand at the crowd, in their tuxedos and designer dresses.

I waited for Josh to comment on how I looked. It’d been all for him, for him to be proud of me, but he didn’t say anything. Instead he nodded at some guests passing by. It was as if there was a wall of ice between us.

After several long minutes passed with me fidgeting in my corner, he finally asked, “Don’t go mental but Megan invited us to spend the weekend in the Hamptons. She’s having friends over. I told her we probably wouldn’t come but I wanted to ask you first. You’ve never been.”

I’d never been anywhere really but, hell, I was going to look like a loser. “I won’t be able to go anyway. I mean, I don’t think I will.”

“Why?”

“I’ve been asked to go to L.A. to record a duet with Shawn.”

“And what’s keeping you from accepting?” His question fell between us like an axe.

“You said we should take those decisions together as a family, so I told Shawn I’d check with you first.”

“That’s very considerate of you.”

I, for one, didn’t miss his sarcasm. I dropped my glass onto a passing tray and turned to face him with the room behind me. “Cut the attitude, MacBride. You’re angry about what happened in Steep Hill. I get it. You’re angry with me because I went all cowboy on your father, but I know you’re even angrier with yourself. Because more than anything, you hate losing control.”

Ten days apart and I’d had plenty of time to chew on what happened.

Josh threw several glances over my shoulder. “Watch your tone, Cass. We’re not in—”

“—in a honkytonk. I know. Hewitt already gave me the low-down.”

He shrugged. “You shouldn’t have talked to that jerk in the first place.”

“You can be such an ass.” My voice broke off. All the pent-up tension since Christmas was taking over and piling up in my throat. I wasn’t the crying type, but my eyes started tingling. I had to leave before making an even bigger fool of myself.

I sliced through the crowd keeping my head down so that no one could see the turmoil all over my face. I went through the barrier by the men in black without incident. I waited for the elevator but, after ten seconds, I couldn’t stand it any longer, so I opened the door to the service stairwell. As it shut behind me, I heard my name.

Josh had come after me. I didn’t care and went down the first flight of stairs at pace. These freakin’ stilettos of mine were the only thing in the way of me getting the hell out of there. I kicked them off and my bare feet resented the cold of the tiles. I picked the shoes up and hurried away.

“Cassie!” then another “Cassie!” I didn’t slow down. “Cass, I’m sorry. Please wait.”

I stopped and waited for him to catch up with me. He rammed his hand through his hair. He’d had it cut as soon as we’d returned to D.C.

“I’m sorry,” he repeated. “I was an ass up there, but we need to talk about what happened with my father.”

I had my back against the wall of the stairwell and, with my shoes off, he now had an even bigger height advantage over me. I didn’t need that. “You’re right. We need to talk about that and…” I had to come clean. “… and how I pushed you away after losing Lucas for Christmas.”

“I’m angry with you for what happened in Steep Hill, but I’m even angrier with myself.” I didn’t say anything, so he continued. “I’m angry with myself for doing too little, too late. The truth is that I knew my father would stand in our way and I didn’t do anything about it. I waited and waited until he dropped his bombshell and screwed us up.”

“Hopefully he’s out of the picture now, and—”

“—I’m angry with you because you beat me to it. You did what I should have done six years ago.” I kept staring at him. “Six years ago, I should have pointed a gun at him and—”

“And what? Fired it? Going to jail for life wouldn’t have really helped with our family plans. You were right.”

“The truth, Cass,” he repeated, “is that I still feel the same as in high school, like you don’t really need me. I want to look after you, after Lucas too, but you’re always one step ahead.”

If there’d been a chair nearby, I’d have dropped my butt on it. I hadn’t seen that coming. “I’m sorry. That’s—That’s not how I want you to feel. At all. Everything I do now—my music, Lucas – that’s because you’re by my side, because you believe in me. Even me learning how to cook, that’s you.”

Josh chuckled and I indulged in the dimples creasing his cheeks. He took one step toward me, then a smaller one. “I’m not sure the cooking is a blessing or a curse.” My back straightened up against the wall. His eyes searched mine and I couldn’t escape his hold on me. He lowered his head so that his mouth came an inch from my ear. His voice was coarse when he said, “Sometimes… I’m scared of you.”

My head tilted in surprise and the skin of my cheek came to touch his. “You’re not scared of anything,” I answered in one breath.

“I’m scared of how reckless you make me. Or of how reckless I want to be for you.” His hands came to rest around my waist. Slowly they slid down my thighs. He lifted one of my legs slightly so that the hem of my dress eased up. His hands snaked back up but they were brushing over my skin this time.

My whole body became tuned to only the tips of his fingers. “Josh, not he—”

“I’m scared of how my heart takes over as soon as you come close.” I shut my eyes as if the sound of his voice had stolen my sight. His hands palmed my ass and my legs parted to welcome him. He was hard against the thin material of my thong. “I’m scared of how my whole body comes to life by simply hearing your voice. So when you sing...”

He rested his forehead against mine and his nose teased mine in our ‘kiss without a kiss.’ I opened my eyes, swallowed hard and tried to warn him again. “We can’t—”

But his lips were massaging mine now. His tongue entered my mouth. I loved how his kisses felt like a full-body exploration. They always did. He lifted me up and my back slid against the wall. I looped my arms around his neck. I slid further up and my face leveled with his.

The pressure of his body against mine increased and his hips pinned mine.

“The truth, Cass, is that I’m plain scared to lose you all over again. You made your way back inside me and I can never let you go.”

My hand cradled his face. “I’ll never leave you, Josh. Please don’t be scared anymore. Trust me.”

It was his turn to shut his eyes but I had enough time to see them filling with doubts.

I had to make him believe me. I wouldn’t be the one bailing out this time. “Be reckless. Now.” His gaze was back on me. “Make love to me. Right here.”

It’d sounded like a challenge. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to prove something to him or if I expected him to prove something to me.

His jaw tightened and fire flicked through his eyes. In what felt like one single move, his zipper was down and my thong aside. He made his way inside me, then stayed still, filling me. My body welcomed him. His heart beat against my breasts and soon was in sync with mine.

Next the beating of his heart matched the pounding of his hips. He wasn’t gentle anymore and, with every single one of his thrusts, he let out a groan. I should have been worried about the men in black upstairs but my brain had gone AWOL.

Josh was making love to me in a delicious rush and it couldn’t last long. It was going too deep, too fast. The pressure was slowly turning into a raw wave. Somewhere, far away, I heard my own screams but Josh hushed them with his mouth. His tongue was now forceful, hunting mine and we shared the climb.

I wanted to hold onto him, to take us higher, but, at the end, I could only follow his lead. I dug my fingers into his shoulders and he gave one last thrust. Then I felt his head nudging in the hollow of my neck and we stayed like that immobile. The only noise was the meshed sound of our ragged breaths until…

“Shit!” Josh swore.

Somewhere in one of the landings above, a door shut and a man started talking. No one answered so he had to be on his cell. Panic ran through my veins, but Josh was already carrying me through a door. He kicked it closed behind him and we now stood in the recess of a dimly-lit corridor. He let me slide down and the thick carpet under my bare feet didn’t make up for the sudden emptiness from being cut off from Josh.

I pulled down my dress and checked my hair. Wisps had come free. I had another panic rush. “What if we were caught on camera?”

Josh readjusted his black tie and answered coolly. “There weren’t any on that floor. I checked.”

“Not so reckless after all.”

His eyes shot back on me. “You’ve complained about me thinking too much. I let myself go for once.”

For once. Was he never himself around me? I had all those negative thoughts scrambling inside my head. Some girls cried after sex, maybe I was the type who started overthinking.

“Can we go home?” I asked.

“I can’t quite now. I have to get back up there and mingle a bit. Andy is due soon too. Do you want to come with me?” His voice had turned soft and maybe unsure. Or maybe I was just wishing he needed me up there.

I was tired and, upstairs, I felt totally overwhelmed. But if I kept being all self-conscious, I’d never be there for Josh. “Of course, but no more champagne for me.”

“Thanks, Cass.” I saw he meant it. “Before you join me upstairs, call Shawn and tell him you’ll be on the first flight to L.A.”

“I’m not sure…”

“I am. We’re going to Kansas City next Friday. After that, hopefully things will move fast with Lucas. You should seize the opportunity now while you still can.”

“But we’ve spent so little time together lately. I can’t just go away right before the weekend right when you’re back in D.C.”

“Yes, you can and you will. Don’t worry about me. I’m sure Andy can find me a speech to write or something equally exciting.”

The next words burst out of my mouth without me thinking them through. “Why don’t you go to the Hamptons then?”

Josh frowned. “I accepted tonight’s invitation but a whole weekend with Megan and I could become homicidal.”

Megan Alistair with an axe planted between her eyes? Nice… “You said she’d invited some of her friends too.”

“Yeah, Jack will be there.” Josh liked the guy: We’d stayed at his place in Alexandria before moving into our apartment.

“Then it’s a deal.” I laid my hands on his chest and went on my tip-toes to touch the tip of my nose against his. I got a smile from him and some more dimples.

Josh disappeared into the service stairs and I took my smartphone out of my clutch. Hopefully after this call, Shawn would be off my back.

I was flying to L.A!

CHAPTER 22

Cassie

“Now that work’s over and you’re all refreshed...,” Shawn opened the door of the limo for me to get in, “…let the fun begin.”

“Today has already been fun and scary and exhausting and goddamn amazing.” I didn’t often let myself go overboard but, after my first day in a recording studio, I was allowed to ramble about it.

I looked up at the clear blue sky and let the January sun warm my skin. It was my second time in L.A. The last time was an overnight stay during the tour back in September. A California winter definitely had its upside.

“Babe, I’ve got tonight all planned. So let’s start right now.” Shawn gestured for me to get my ass into the limo.

It was only the two of us inside, plus the chauffeur and a gigantic dude on the passenger seat who followed Shawn everywhere. He was paid by the studio. I wondered when Shawn would start minding his shadow. I’d be fed up with it pretty quickly.

“Gin & Tonic for our Kansas girl?” Shawn opened a mini-bar in the middle of the car. I was still trying to get my head around the idea of having a bar… in a car.

“Calm down, Shawn. It’s only just turned five.”

He let out a short laugh but ignored my comment by pouring me the stiffest Gin &Tonic ever. The limo had started moving throughout the West Hollywood traffic, but the car was so huge I couldn’t even feel the engine vibrating under my butt.

In a weird way, I felt more comfortable in the car than in my own room. “Don’t you mind living in a hotel?”

He chuckled in his drink. I hadn’t touched mine yet. “Cass, I’m not living in a hotel, I’m living at the fucking Chateau Marmont. Not the same. At. All.”

I shrugged. “I’d never heard of it before.”

“Don’t tell me you’re not even a tiny bit tempted by the lifestyle?” Shawn indulged in a big gulp.

“I loved recording the song with you, meeting the people from the studio, all the technicians, I mean, all those people I didn’t even know were involved in making an album.”

“Tonight I’m going to show you what it’s all about. What do you want to do first? You need to tell me now because someone is going to join us soon.”

I felt my mouth twisting sideways. I’d met my quota of new people today and what I needed right now was peace. “Can’t it just be the two of us tonight?” Shawn arched his eyebrows over the rim of his glass. “And no, Shawn, that wasn’t me trying to get all cozy with you.”

“Babe, you’ve got no idea what you’re missing.” He pushed back the curl of blonde hair that always fell over one of his eyes. “In the South, we know a married lady is off-limits though. Gentlemen’s code, ya know.”

I allowed myself a sip of gin because thinking of Josh put me on edge. I nearly gagged because it was all gin and no tonic. “It’s inspiring to see how considerate you can be. So who is joining us?”

Shawn ignored my question. “Where do you want to go first?”

Definitely nowhere Shawn was spending his nights since he’d become hot property. “The beach?” Before the tour I’d seen the ocean only once.

“Damn, seafood and fresh air… Not rock ’n roll at all.”

“You asked me and that’s where I want to go.”

Shawn didn’t answer. Instead he got his cell out and left a mystery person a voicemail asking him or her to meet in Santa Monica in a restaurant I didn’t quite catch the name of. After Shawn hung up, all I got was, “He’s staying near Venice Beach so he’ll be there before we are.” So definitely a ‘he.’

I let Shawn be all mysterious and started throwing questions about the people I’d met today and what the next steps would be for our duet. He didn’t want to talk shop, but that was why I’d come to L.A.

I was relieved when I got out of the limo. We were now out of built-up West Hollywood.

“You asked for the ocean and I’m delivering the fucking Pacific.” Shawn waved at the long expanse of beach that spread as far as the eye could see. From where I stood, the brown sand was peppered with glistening shells that sparkled under the rays of the late afternoon sun.

The limo drove away leaving us on the sidewalk. Shawn’s bodyguard hovered nearby but I psyched myself up to forget he was meters away. The surroundings felt familiar, with the pier and the long walkway bordered by a wooden balustrade. I’d seen it in many movies and TV shows.

It was also chilly and windy. Goosebumps broke out on my bare arms. I’d changed into a new pair of jeans and a clean T-shirt at the hotel. The palm trees had duped me.

Shawn sighed. “You keep speaking to the Southern gentleman in me.” In one move, he’d taken off his jacket and had wrapped it around my shoulders.

I thanked him but shivered anyway. He put his arm around my shoulders and we started strolling along to reach the shore. My body temperature started climbing back to normal and I focused on the ocean. I’d dreamt of it for so long, of how the sun would fall or rise over it, how the waves would crash on the sandy beaches. Maybe there was something to those crazy escape plans in Cancun after all.

We left the shoreline and headed back onto solid ground.

“That’s the place.” Shawn led me inside a simple-looking restaurant. There was a long bar with a dark wooden top and the floor-to-ceiling glass windows overlooked the old pier. It wasn’t so crowded and I liked that.

“Good, he’s made it.”

I followed the direction of his gaze. There stood a big guy with his back turned towards us. I squinted because his silhouette reminded me of…

“Well, I’ll be damned!” I mumbled to myself.

The guy pivoted on the bar stool and my hand flew to where my heart was pounding against my chest. Hard.

“Kitten, please don’t faint.”

My legs were faster to react than my brain and, in four strides, I crashed into Sam’s bulky chest. Seeing him was so unexpected—and so welcome—I had to fight back tears.

I could count on Shawn to break the magic though. “Let’s not get too emotional. At least, not before we’re totally wasted.”

Sam led me away from his stool to a bench and one of the tables alongside the glass window. I sat down, unable to break away from him because his grip around me made me feel safe. “What are you doing in L.A? The last time we spoke you were going back to England.”

He moved away from me but his hand remained against the nape of my neck, forcing me to face him. For a moment, he simply stared at me as if he could read all my secrets. “It was six months ago.”

Six months since he came to Steep Hill to propose to me. My life had turned on its head since that night, but I hadn’t tried to call him. Maybe I should have but instead I’d listened to that voice inside my head warning me against it.

“Don’t worry, kitten. I understand your silence.”

“I guess Shawn updated you anyway.”

“He did even if he isn’t always the sharpest observer. How this guy made it as a songwriter is a real mystery to me.”

I checked on Shawn who was already chatting up the barmaid while waiting for more booze. “Yeah, he doesn’t show that side of himself off every day.”

Sam and I shared a smile. I’d only known this man for a few weeks last summer, but he’d stolen a part of me. And maybe that was why I hadn’t called him. I shuffled away from him on the bench.

“So how are the Almighty Joshua MacBride and his plans for world domination? I take it he’s getting closer to the White House every day.”

This time my smile was strained. “He works hard.”

“Some things never change.” He tilted his head sideways and the hair he wore mid-length hung down and softened his jawline. “Like you going all Mother Teresa again.” I felt the frown between my eyebrows. “You’re giving up on your dreams so that MacBride can have his successful career and the perfect happy family to go with it.”

My spin stiffened. “You’re right: Some things never change. You can’t help trashing Josh.”

Sam ran his fingers through his hair and let out a heavy sigh. “Maybe I’m more like him than I’d care to admit. That’s my way of exorcising my guilt. Shit, that sounded like a lot of psycho-babble.”

I searched his face but Sam was pretty good at being unreadable. “Is there someone you’ve been selfish to?”

“So you’re admitting MacBride is being selfish and you’re being selfless.”

I squared my shoulders. “That’s not what I… You’re not answering my question. Anyway if I was sacrificing everything, I wouldn’t be here—”

“Mojitos for everybody.” Shawn placed tall glasses filled with leaves and crushed ice cubes in front of us.

I grabbed one of them and started sipping the cocktail through a straw. The sugary, minty flavor tasted damn nice and I enjoyed it much more than the throat-slicing Gin & Tonic. Shawn and Sam started chatting. I guessed they hadn’t seen each other in a while. They’d been best friends since they were kids in New Orleans but their lives had taken different directions after high school. I still didn’t know what Sam’s life was all about though.

Would it have been the same for Josh and me? We used to be best friends too, but would we have kept that connection if I hadn’t gotten pregnant? If he hadn’t done the ‘right thing’ and married me? We were back to the question I asked him in the barn at Woodie’s wedding. The question he hadn’t answered.

I tried to make my brain blank out while Shawn and Sam caught up. I stared at the sunset over the ocean, at the crowd outside, the couples passing by, the families of tourists holding cameras. It felt all foreign to me because Josh wasn’t here by my side.

“You haven’t touched any of the nachos.” Sam startled me and drew me back to reality.

“Not hungry.” His gaze kept weighing on me so I dipped a nacho into some guacamole and took a bite. “Happy?” I enjoyed its tangy, creamy taste though.

Sam was about to answer when the very blonde, very busty waitress chimed in, “Can I get you more cocktails”

She was flashing the brightest, toothiest grin I’d seen in ages and kept shuffling on her feet. Girls’ I.Q.’s tended to crash into their panties around guys like my drinking partners. My brain cells were already all burned out because I was living with Josh.

I ordered a Coke and made my way to the restroom. When I got back, the star-struck waitress was still standing in the same spot being chatted up by Shawn. I looked for Sam but the only other familiar face in the bar was Mr. Bodyguard.

“He’s having a smoke outside,” Shawn told me.

I had no intention of intruding into his thing with the girl so I walked outside.

I picked out the sight of Sam on the sidewalk. He leaned against the outside wall of the bar, the tip of his cigarette burning through the night air.

“I thought you liked blondes?” I teased him and came to stand by his side.

“Only the real ones.” His gaze brushed at my hair blowing in the wind.

“So tell me, Sam, where have you been the last six months?”

“Here and there.” He puffed out a large cloud of smoke.

“Okay. So what have you being doing then?”

“This and that.” Another drag.

I pivoted so that I was now facing him. “You are so frustrating, Sam Blackhawk. You think you can tell me what’s wrong with my relationship, but, at least I have one.”

His face didn’t betray any reaction and I was a fraction away from stomping my feet in anger. I didn’t know much about Sam, while I was an open book to him. The silence between us was interrupted by the crowd that passed by. Sam kept on smoking as if my outburst hadn’t happened at all.

“I wanted a relationship with you.” His sentence fell between us like a dead-weight. “I’d still want that if you weren’t so fixated on making it work with your childhood sweetheart.”

“I’m fixated on making my family work. I’m not pretending it’s easy, but it’s worth it.”

Sam straightened. He threw the butt of his cigarette away and stepped towards me. “I’m not going to mess with that, Cass.” He clasped my chin between his fingers and tilted my face upward. “I respect you a helluva lot for always trying to do the right thing, no matter what it costs you. But if things don’t go your way back in D.C., I’ll be there for you… whenever you want me. I’m not promising forever, but I’d like to share some of the road with you and see where it takes us.”

No one in his right mind could promise forever anyway. No one. That one single word echoed in my head.

Forever.

I remembered Sweet Angel Point and one summer sunset there not so long ago. The cottonwood tree and the Kansas prairie stretched for as far as I could see. And I remembered a different night. One after Homecoming and my ‘first time.’

I choose you now and forever. Those were Josh’s words.

I laid my hand on Sam’s chest and I felt his heartbeat beneath my palm. “You deserve more than just ‘getting by’…” That was Josh’s mantra. “… and until you meet your own forever, you should keep looking.”

Sam answered with a sexy chuckle. “What a gentle way to let me down, kitten.”

His arm circled around my shoulders and we started moving towards the revolving door of the restaurant. “Let’s get back inside. It’s too tempting to kiss you right now.” He kissed the top of my head anyway. “Plus that politician husband of yours knows how to use his fists and I’m far too pretty to get into a fight with him.”

I tried to smile to him but what I managed must have looked weak at best. I hoped—I really hoped—Josh wouldn’t let me down. Because he was my life. Always had been. Always would be.