Текст книги "The Girl Of Diamonds and Rust"
Автор книги: Susan Ward
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CHAPTER NINETEEN
I sit on a chaise lounge in the hot July sun, watching Neil and Jack side by side deep in conversation as my dad flips burgers on the grill.
As awful as that scene was with Alan at the party three months ago, after the press furor died down—I push from my mind the avalanche of terrible tabloid press each and every one of us got after the punching incident—everything in our life has somehow jelled in a wonderful way. Whatever small doubts I still had the day I married Neil, they are gone today.
As impossible as it seems, the events have only brought Neil and Jack closer to each other. It’s almost as if my dad’s respect for Neil has deepened, their bond strengthened in mutual disregard for how they think Alan Manzone unfairly treated me. It would serve none of us if I explained that I was the one who behaved badly and had been unkind to Alan.
Some secrets are meant to be kept forever.
Another snippet of that day claims my thoughts. The look in my dad’s eyes, standing stunned and silent, staring at Alan sprawled out on the grass and Neil snarling in his face. I could see when the pieces connected in Jack’s head, the look of anger mingled with shock, when he figured out the abortion I had last year was mine and Alan’s. I was so ashamed, I never wanted Jack to know this, and it was definitely a betrayal to Alan, but it all smoothed out on its own.
Alan left the scene like a gentleman. I never expected that one. He apologized to Jack, didn’t press charges against Neil, and quietly went away. I haven’t heard a peep from him since that day, and something in how he looked at me that last time has stuck with me. I can’t define it, it was a strange kind of thing, and yet it made me sharply aware that Alan and I didn’t end that day. We are still connected by life in a way I can’t label yet. Connected and always will be. I don’t know how, but I am certain of it.
Strange, even knowing that isn’t an internally messy thing for me.
As for my dad, in what should have been the ultimate Chrissie low moment, somehow it wasn’t. Jack remained calm through it all and I often wonder if, in the silent chambers of Jack’s mind, he really enjoyed someone slamming a fist in the face of that fucker for a change.
I don’t know. It’s strange. But Neil and I have been in a really good place since the Alan incident. Jack and Neil have been really good. Life is simple if you let it be. You can be happy if you let yourself be.
My gaze floats around the patio, taking in the rowdy Stantons lounging everywhere. It’s nice that Jack included them for Neil’s send-off on the road, and to keep the party casual so they’d feel comfortable in the Hope Ranch house.
I laugh and lower my gaze to fix on my glass of ice tea. A family of law enforcement on the same lawn as Jack. Jeez, I would have never believed this one would work well, but even the Stantons have effortlessly folded into our tiny Parker clan. One giant family surrounding me in Santa Barbara when the house was always too quiet here.
Life is good. Very good. I’m happy.
I hear my name and, startled, I look up. “What, Neil?”
Neil gives me an affectionately chiding look. “The second we got married you stopped listening to me.”
I roll my eyes.
“Welcome to marriage, son,” I hear Michelle Stanton heckle from across the pool and her husband, Robert, explodes in laughter beside me.
Neil gives a pointed stare to his dad, and then looks at my dad. “Why don’t you help me out here? Why don’t you talk to your daughter? Tell her that it’s better for our marriage if she goes out on the road with me.”
Jack shakes his head. “Nope. Not doing it. I’m staying out of this one.”
“I’m not traveling with you anymore, Neil,” I announce firmly. “Not ever. Never. Done.”
He stares at me, exasperated. “We had an agreement when we got married. They were your rules, Chrissie. Not mine. And now you’re breaking them.”
“Yep, that’s marriage,” Robert Stanton says under his breath. All the Stantons laugh again and I laugh with them.
Jeez, how could I have forgotten how delightfully obnoxious the Stantons are? I love having them here. I love that they give Neil such shit. What an incredible family to be a part of.
I sink my teeth into my lower lip. Neil is so adorable when he’s frustrated and everyone is ganging up on him. He may be a bright rising star in the recording industry, but here, he’s just Neil.
I can feel my eyes are sparkly when I look back to him. “We need to buy a house. We need a home, Neil. We can’t live out of a suitcase forever.”
He shakes his head, raking his messy waves back from his face with a hand. “We don’t need a house. We’re going to be on the road the next fifteen months. When we’re not on tour we can stay here with Jack.”
Jack looks up from the grill. “Like hell you can.”
There is more laughter all around us.
“I’m not going, Neil, I can’t,” I repeat with more emphasis, more meaning.
Neil grows perfectly still. His eyes become enormous as he stares at me. “Can’t? What do you mean you can’t?”
I feel my cheeks color and my heart warm as I meet his gaze. “I mean I’m not breaking our agreement. I’m keeping our agreement. I can’t go on tour with you. And we really do need a house, Neil.”
He rushes across the patio, dropping to his knees in front of my chaise. Those lush green eyes are wide, hopeful, and excited.
“Are you sure?” he asks anxiously.
I nod. “Pretty damn sure.”
In a second I’m in his arms and he’s kissing me sloppily, and we’re both laughing and crying simultaneously.
“Fuck, I shouldn’t be squeezing you like that. I just can’t believe it happened so soon.”
He sits back on his heels and stares at me. I touch the moisture from his cheek.
“Well, you better believe it, because we can’t change it now.”
Neil’s arms encircle my waist again and he places a light kiss on my stomach there. I can tell by how everyone is smiling and staring that they’ve pretty much figured this one out.
My gaze shifts to my dad. My heart jumps in my chest. I’ve never seen Jack look so happy. He looks almost as happy as Neil.
“Don’t worry, Daddy,” I say. “I’m not moving in with you. I’m having a baby.”
Jack lets out a ragged breath. He’s crying and for once I’ve made my dad cry in a good way.
“You can stay as long as you want, baby girl,” Jack says lovingly. “That’s my grandchild you’re having.”
~~~
I stare at myself in the full-length mirror and make a face. Whoever said black was slimming is a liar. But then there is no way to hide this. I run my hands over my month seven baby bump. It’s been forever since Neil’s been home and I don’t know what he’s going to think about this.
I turn sideways. Crap, it would be nice if I wasn’t quite this big, and I could still manage to pull off a little bit of sexiness. Shit, we haven’t had sex for five months. I attempt a provocative stance and expression. I crinkle my nose. Nope, I’m all waddle and belly these days.
I make my way from my bedroom down the hallway, checking the rooms as I pass. Perfect, even though not completely done even after two months here. I need to paint Kaley’s nursery, but at least the recording studio downstairs is finished, thanks to Jack. Neil is going to love that. The kitchen is almost together, and the living room is done.
I stare out the wall of glass and smile. A pretty nice homecoming for Neil, even if I’m going to be a less-than-spectacular sight. He’s going to love it here.
I make my way carefully up the short rise of stairs to the foyer, noting that I really need to put a banister here. Who builds a house and doesn’t put a banister and a rail on an upper landing? It may look dramatic, but it’s a nightmare. Someone is always accidently dropping off into the living room.
I laugh. It is definitely a weird house. Neil will probably think it’s strange, but it is so us. It is exactly the kind of house I want to raise Kaley in.
I grab my purse from the console table, go into the garage, hit open the door, and then climb into my black Range Rover. Thank God it has four-wheel drive. The driveway definitely needs improvement.
At the end of the drive, I stop and check traffic. I pause for a moment to look left. Devil’s Playground is only a short hop up there. Smiling, I go right toward the highway. I slowly maneuver down the narrow one-lane tree-lined road, the forest so thick here that the sun is completely blocked, and keep a careful eye on the moss-covered boulders.
I merge onto the two-lane highway to the city. How funny it is that I used to be afraid of the mountain pass, so afraid I used to make Neil drive it for me, and now I drive it every day.
Twenty minutes later I pull into the Santa Barbara airport and park at the loading curb. I start to unbuckle my seatbelt, and then wonder if it would be better to wait here. I don’t look as fat when I’m sitting. Grabbing my purse, I pull the key from the ignition and climb out of the car anyway.
I walk through the nearly empty Spanish-style building that acts as the terminal. I exit onto the patio and sink onto a bench close to the entrance from the runways.
I check my watch and my legs starts to jiggle anxiously. Any time now, Neil. I’m more than ready to see you. My gaze floats around the patio. There are a couple of other women here. I wonder if they’re waiting for their husbands, too. It’s a nice feeling, waiting on Neil. I smile.
People start entering from the runway, and I struggle to stand up. I anxiously search the small line of arriving passengers. My heart jumps against my chest. Green eyes, smiling, and looking for me.
Neil drops his bag, scooping me up in his arms, and gives me a passionate embrace. “God, I’ve missed you,” he whispers between kisses.
“I’ve missed you, too.”
He steps back as if seeing for the first time the dramatic change in me. The color in his eyes darkens.
“How’s my baby today?”
I sink my teeth into my lower lip to hold back my emotions. Then he leans forward, kissing my belly, and I give him a gentle push away from me.
He looks at me, a teasing glint in eyes. “What?”
“I thought you were asking how I was. I can see how it is. You’re completely obsessed with Kaley and have totally forgotten me.”
He slips his arm around my waist and whispers in my ear, “Nope, I just can’t greet you the way I want to here.”
I flush, and we start walking out of the airport. I can tell when someone in the terminal recognizes Neil by how they stare, and I ease close into him in that this guy is mine kind of way.
He tosses his bag in the back of the car as I climb into the driver’s seat. “You want to drive?” he asks, surprised.
I nod. “Yep. I am taking you to our house for the first time. I’m driving.”
He climbs into the passenger seat, buckles his safety belt, then I pull from the curb. We drive for a while in silence with him just staring at me.
“You look so beautiful, Chrissie. I’m so glad to be home.”
“Beautiful, huh? I’m enormous, or haven’t you noticed that?”
“You’re beautiful, Chrissie. Stop it. I wish I’d been here with you. Seeing the change all at once brings it home how much I’ve missed with you already.”
I focus on the road, fighting back my tears. “Well, you’re home now. You can make up for it.”
He leans in and kisses me lightly on the shoulder. “I plan to. I don’t care what you have on your calendar. We’re not leaving the bedroom for a week.”
I laugh and turn onto the mountain pass.
Neil frowns. “Where are we going?”
“Home, Neil.”
He stares at me, surprised. “You bought a house on the mountain? You picked a house on the mountain?”
I nod. “Don’t say it that way. I wanted the perfect home for us and I found it. Up here.”
Fifteen minutes later, I’m slowly making my way down our driveway. Neil’s expression is priceless. He’s savoring being in the forest, but looking at me like I’m crazy.
I stop before the Spanish-style structure hugging the side of the mountain. There is not another house in sight, the acres around us are lush natural forestland, nothing but indigenous plant life here, but everywhere there’s blue sky and a magnificent view of the Pacific Ocean. It’s so quiet. The only sound is us and the comfortable quiet of the forest.
Neil stares. “You bought this?”
I keep my expression carefully neutral. I can’t tell if he’s happy, disappointed, or confused. I climb from the car and unlock the front door.
I kiss him. “Welcome home.”
I step into the entry foyer. I point.
“I don’t have a railing or banister yet,” I say, dumping my things on the table. “That first step is a big drop if you go the wrong way. I need to fix it soon. Jack fell down it yesterday.”
Neil laughs, then freezes and stares. He sinks on the red painted concrete floor of the landing, his legs dangling over the side. He’s just staring.
His eyes widen. “Jesus Christ, Chrissie. I can’t afford a house like this.”
“Too late. We already bought it. You told me you didn’t have to see it. That it was my choice. I bought this.”
“Chrissie,” he says in an exasperated growl. “Rich-girl you are. Rich-boy I am not. I can’t afford this house.”
“Oh, stop. We’re married. Whatever we have belongs to the both of us, and that includes this house. I love this house. We’re not moving from here.”
I grab his hands and pull him onto his feet and kiss him on the cheek. I point at the door on the far side of the living room.
“That goes downstairs,” I explain. “There are guest bedrooms. And Jack helped me convert some of the space into a recording studio. You have everything you need to work from here.”
His brows lift. “You did that for me?”
“I did that for us. Our entire life, everything we love, all is here. We don’t ever have to leave the mountain unless we want to.”
I pull him with me to the wall of glass and his eyes widen even more as he looks out.
“This house is us, Neil,” I say. “It’s you. It’s me. It’s where I want to raise Kaley.”
“Chrissie, what did it cost?”
I ignore the question.
I point to the left. “Over there is a trail to Devil’s Playground. And look, there is Judgement Rock, the edge of the earth, and we can see it from our living room. We can hike there every day once I’m able to go uphill again. And there, you can see the beach. And I can see Hope Ranch and the islands and downtown. From every room we can see the Pacific. Everything we love is right there out our back window for both of us to see every day. It’s us, Neil. Perfect. I walked into this house and I never wanted to leave.”
He turns me, taking me in his arms and his lips start moving on my flesh. “It definitely has everything. Does it have a bedroom?”
I laugh. Between kisses and touches I start pulling him through the kitchen toward the master suite.
“Neil, we have everything. It couldn’t be more perfect if we had it custom-made.”
~~The End~~
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PREVIEW: THE GIRL IN THE COMFORTABLE QUIET
Releasing June 2015
I can’t stop shaking. God, I wish my body would be still. But nothing in my life could have prepared me for this. Maybe there are some shocks so severe that they reverberate through you, and you can’t do anything except wait until they quiet on their own.
I stare down into my wine. This is definitely one of those shocks.
Rene sinks to sit on her knees across the coffee table. She just stares and I can see this has leveled her as much as me. She doesn’t know what to say. It is as if this crisis is so enormous she’s afraid to speak. A Rene first.
My eyes fix on her, stricken and wounded. “I can’t believe this. How could it be true? Shouldn’t I have known? How could I not know? I’m married to the man.”
Rene flushes, something flashes in her eyes and then she looks away.
Oh my God.
“You knew!” I accuse harshly. “You knew and you didn’t tell me. How could you do that, Rene? How could you do that to me?”
“No, no, no. I didn’t know, Chrissie. I swear. I had suspicions and you were so certain about Neil. I ended up thinking I was wrong. Crazy. I thought I was wrong so I didn’t say anything because I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me? What kind of friend are you?”
She eases forward in a posture simultaneously aggressive and defensive. “I did try to tell you, Chrissie. When we lived together in Berkeley. I told you I didn’t like Neil. I told you there was something about him I didn’t like. You just didn’t hear me.”
Flashing snippets of old memories soar through my head. Oh God, she did tell me. I just didn’t understand. I refused to see what Rene could see, but deep down, I think I always knew.
I jump to my feet and run to the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. Everything is running loose and frantic in me and I can’t bear to look at Rene, not for another moment. I haven’t gotten a single thing in my life right. Every decision I’ve made hasn’t been right or left turns. It’s been right or wrong turns, and the wrong path is the one I invariably take.
I let Alan go, over and over again, and he’s the only man I’ve ever truly loved. That is the truth. Why do I hide from it?
I married Neil and I shouldn’t have. That is the truth and I hid from that as well. That nagging voice deep inside me told me not to do it, I ignored it, and I refused to listen. My life is in shambles, I have no one to blame but me, and I don’t know how to fix any of it
PREVIEW: BROKEN CROWN
Releasing June 2015
I shut off the shower deciding not to call Chrissie. I dress for an excursion on my bike. Traveling the rural splendor of the United States on a Harley is one of the few things left in my life I still enjoy. The decision this time has nothing to do with savoring the scenery. The days it will take to travel from New York to California will give me a chance to back out if sanity decides to return. The call ahead of time will do neither of us any good if I decide not to see her.
I sink down onto my bed to make two phone calls. I tell my assistant to clear my calendar for the next month. I hang up as she bellows every reason why that isn’t possible. Then I call the garage to get my bike ready.
I tuck into a backpack only what I need for the journey to Los Angeles. I almost leave the bedroom when I recall the lump in my sheets. Tucking the bracelet into my pocket, I reach out a hand and shake the body in my bed. “You need to get dressed and get the hell out of here, love. I’m going to California. If you’re a whore, I’d like to pay you first. If you’re a nice girl, leave me your number.”
The brown-eyed beauty sits up, pulling with her the blankets to cover her naked flesh. Morning after modesty, another farce since my memory isn’t so dim that I forgot what we did last night. Those pouting red lips smile.
Ah, Boston bred. The girl isn’t ruffled by any of it.
Smoothly charming, she says, “I’ll bill you. Though it’s often considered a blurry difference, I’m not a whore. I’m your attorney. One of your divorce attorneys. I brought the finalized settlement contracts, and though you missed our meeting, I waited ten hours in this apartment for you to return to sign them since your ex-wife has an irritating proclivity to change her mind. I thought it best we jump on the offer and settle it fast since you didn’t have a pre-nuptial agreement. When I tried to explain, you jumped on me. I thought what the hell, it’s been a slow day and I’m earning five hundred bucks an hour for this. Why shouldn’t my job have an occasional perk? You have been interesting. I’ve never been laid by a man who holds an infinity band while he fucks me. I think it’s better I don’t tell you the things you mumbled. I’ll only warn you that you should be relieved it’s covered under attorney/client privilege since my meter ticks until you sign those documents. The contracts are on the dresser. Please sign them so I can shower, dress and go. It’s Saturday, in case you don’t know what day it is, and I play racquetball at six. That I didn’t expect you to know. It was a subtle attempt to speed you up in the signing.”
I laugh softly. My attorney is charming. I go to the dresser and do a quick study of the contracts. “Thank you for not boring me with whatever I mumbled and thank you for promising to bill me so it’s privileged. You can, however, bore me by letting me know how much this is costing me.”
Panties and bra in place, my attorney scrambles from my bed, gathering her clothes then snatches the signed contracts from my hand.
“Me, I cost you seventy-two hundred for this meeting. You’re ex-wife cost you one-hundred-sixteen million two hundred-twenty-seven thousand, a combination of cash, future cash, and an interesting assortment of personal property. You did, however, manage to retain the Malibu house, that against my advice you battled her over, the bill from me five-hundred thousand over the value of it.”
I clutch her chin a little roughly and give her a hard kiss. “You, love, were a bargain.”
I leave her, half dressed, staring at me from my bathroom doorway. It sounded theatrical even to me. Chrissie would have given me such shit for those theatrics, but the girl seemed to be expecting something like that so I played along.
