Текст книги "Mid-Life Love"

Автор книги: Whitney Gracia Williams

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Chapter 22

Claire

“Open the damn box, Claire.” His voice was stern. “I don’t feel like threatening you on my birthday.”

“You’re acknowledging that it’s your birthday now?”

“Five seconds.”

“No.”

“No?” He raised his eyebrow.

“Are you a parrot?” I tossed the box back to him. “You heard me.”

He narrowed his eyes and reached out to grab me, but I jumped up and stepped backwards. He jumped up with ease and smiled his wicked grin. “You always have to do things the hard way, don’t you?” He lunged towards me, but I slipped away.

I ran out of the room with him on my heels, dashing down the grand staircase. I rushed through the double corridors, past the parlor, and into the kitchen—hoping to hide in the two-roomed pantry. Before I could slip inside, I felt myself being lifted into the air and tossed over his shoulder.

“Next time I won’t give you a head start.” He playfully smacked my ass. He carried me outside to the pool deck and set me down on a plush lounge chair. He reached into his pocket and handed me the ring box again. “Now.”

I sighed. I flipped the box open and saw a folded sheet of paper sitting in the ring slot. “A note?”

“Read it.”

I unfolded it and cleared my throat. “Dear Ms. Gracen, on behalf of Vintage Consolidated Loan Company, we are writing to inform you that the balance on your outstanding mortgage and student loan accounts is officially zero. We are enclosing the history of payments that were recently...” I stopped reading aloud and read the rest to myself.

I felt tears forming at the corners of my eyes. “You paid off my house? And my student loans?” I felt like I needed to say it out loud to confirm it.

“I should’ve done it sooner,” he said softly.

“I—” I was speechless. “Thank you so much...I don’t even know what to—I can’t believe you—”

“Now you don’t need to work overtime and you can spend all your extra time with me. This was more so a gift for me than you.” He smiled. “Wasn’t that way better than a proposal?”

I laughed and let a few tears fall. “Thank you so much...”

“You’re more than welcome, but the next time I give you a gift and you even think about not opening it when I tell you to—”

I pressed my lips against his and bit down on his tongue. “If you’ve fulfilled your ‘I-must-make-Claire-do-whatever-I-say’ quota for the day, I would like to end your birthday properly. And by properly, I mean fucking you against this chair until you can’t walk...”

I slid a pair of shades over my eyes and lay back on a fluffy yellow blanket. I held my e-reader in front of my face and continued to read through one of my favorite books—Fahrenheit 451.

When I’d woken up this morning—exhausted from everything Jonathan and I had done last night, he’d suggested that we have a breakfast picnic at the park. I thought we were going to cook the food ourselves and bring it along, but we drove to the park.

Shortly after we arrived, trays of Belgian waffles, organic strawberries, bacon, eggs, and toast were delivered from an exclusive restaurant.

“Are you planning on reading all day?” He kissed my cheek.

“Will that be a problem?”

“Not until tonight.” He lay down next to me and took the e-reader from my hands. “You haven’t said much to me all morning. Are you okay?”

Why is he so good at noticing stuff like that? “I’m fine.”

He rolled on top of me and looked into my eyes. “The truth...”

I wish I could tell you...“Nothing’s wrong...I’ve just been thinking lately and I—Okay...I honestly like you a lot, and I know you said that I shouldn’t worry about...” I sighed. “Can I ask you something?”

“Whatever you want.”

“Why did you want to go on a date with me so badly after we’d already had sex?”

He arched his brow. “What do you mean?”

“You kept asking me to go out every day and I kept turning you down...I would think that a man would rather accept ‘no-strings-attached’ sex rather than trying to pursue—”

“I liked you the first day I saw you. I thought you were the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen...And there was—and still is, something about you that I couldn’t get over. When you turned me down at the grocery store and at work—not to mention standing me up after I thought you’d said yes, I decided I wouldn’t take no for an answer. The sex was exceptional, but I wanted to get to know you better.”

“But you could’ve gotten anyone.”

“I wanted you.” He kissed my lips.

“Why? You barely knew me back then. You—”

“Do you slip into these insecure ruts often?”

Is once or twice a week often? “Why?”

“Because if you do, I’m clearly not doing my job, and I need to do more to make you understand how much I care about you, how I’m willing to do anything to make you happy.”

My heart fluttered. “No, it’s not—I’m not doubting that you care. I just want to be fully prepared for when you finally wake up and realize that you and I aren’t—”

“Stop it.” He cupped my face in his hands. He pressed his forehead against mine and whispered. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever. As a matter of fact, you’ll leave me before I leave you.”

“Jona—”

“I’m sorry that you’ve been feeling this way so often. I’ll do better.” He kissed me and ran his fingers through my hair. “Did you have any plans for today?”

“No...I cleared my whole weekend for your birthday.”

He smiled. “In that case, I want to take you somewhere.” He rolled off of me and pulled me to my feet. “Come on.”

I was sitting in the backseat of the town car wearing a black blindfold over my eyes. I couldn’t see anything but darkness, and every time I attempted to take a peek, Jonathan playfully tapped my hand.

We’d been riding along for at least an hour and I was getting anxious, excited. I knew wherever he was taking me was going to be amazing.

“Mr. Statham, is this close enough?” Greg asked as the car slowed down.

“This is perfect. Thank you.” He made sure the blindfold was still tight and helped me out of the car. He grabbed my hand and we took several steps into the harsh blowing winds.

“We’re here...” he said. “Well, almost. We still have another two hours to go before we get there.”

“Another two hours? Why did we get out of the car?”

He laughed and lifted me up onto what felt like a short stack of steps. Then I felt him holding both of my hands.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

I nodded excitedly and he slowly moved the blindfold away from my eyes.

My heart dropped as soon as I saw what the “surprise” was. I tried to keep myself calm but it was no use.

His large private plane was standing a couple hundred feet away: It was a white Citation Sovereign jet—seating capacity for nine, three thousand miles of nonstop mileage, and easily worth eighteen million.

I knew that because my girls had built that particular model over and over, because they’d gushed about how it was the top of the line in executive flight travel.

I saw the pilot descending from the cabin—waving at us, and I suddenly lost the ability to breathe. I clutched the flag charms on my necklace and my knees buckled underneath me.

“Claire?” Jonathan helped me back up. “Claire, what’s wrong? Why are you shaking?” He squeezed my hand, but I snatched it away and shut my eyes.

I tried to think about something happy, something positive, but pictures started to flash through my mind, making me remember all the things I wish I could forget: The newspaper stories, the endless media coverage, the crash site photos. My twin sister’s face.

My heart was pounding fast and loud that I could hear it over Jonathan asking what the hell was going on and calling out for help.

I tried to convince myself that this was just another nightmare, another dream that I would wake up from in any second. But as I gasped for air, as I tried to head back down the steps and back into the town car, I felt my body hitting the concrete and everything went black.

I blinked my eyes open and realized I was lying in bed at home. The clock on my wall read two o’ clock and my windows were unlatched and open, letting in a warm spring breeze.

I turned my head to the right and saw Jonathan eyeing me curiously, holding an ice pack against my shoulder. I tried to give him an assured smile, but every muscle in my body felt weak.

“What happened?” I croaked.

“You had a panic attack.” He set the ice pack down and caressed my cheek. “You fainted and fell off the platform.”

“Oh...”I tried to roll over so I wouldn’t have to see the worry in his eyes, but I couldn’t feel my left foot. I looked down and saw that it was sitting on a stack of pillows, resting underneath two bags of ice.

“You sprained your ankle...You’ll need to take those every four hours.” He pointed towards the medicine on my nightstand and moved closer. “You’re scared of planes?”

I shook my head and felt tears welling in my eyes.

He slipped his hand behind my pillows and helped me to sit up. “Talk to me, Claire...”

“I’m beyond scared—I’m terrified...so terrified that I’m scared to pick up my own daughters from the airport...”

“Why?”

I sighed. I reached around my neck and felt for the two flag charms, making sure they were right where they were supposed to be.

“Have I ever told you that identical twins run in my family? It’s the strangest thing—almost every woman in my family has a set of twins... I cried the first three months after Ashley and Caroline were born because I finally knew what it felt like to be a mother, and I couldn’t fathom how my mother felt when she lost my sister.”

He held my hand and stroked my knuckles with his fingertips.

“We were only eighteen...We’d been inseparable our whole lives...Everywhere I went, she went. No questions asked, and we liked it that way...We were even going to the same college. I was going to pursue acting and she was going to pursue art. She was naturally good at drawing and designing things...”

“We were supposed to be on the same flight. Pittsburgh to North Carolina...We were going to do an early summer scope out of the school so we could check out the dorms before we sent in our living requests...”

Her face flashed before my eyes and I didn’t try to wipe my tears away. I kept telling the story, remembering every second like it was yesterday: “We were both sitting at the gate and the agent came over the intercom and said, ‘We need a few people to give up their seats and catch the later flight.’ Neither of us moved because we thought that people in coach didn’t have a choice. But the agent kept saying over and over, ‘We need a few more willing passengers. We’ll give you a free flight. We’ll give you a first class upgrade.’ So, I turned to her and I said, ‘Let’s ask if we can switch flights. We can even get them to let us use their phone and call mom to tell her we’re going to be arriving later.’ She said, ‘No. You’re always telling me what to do, Claire. I’m staying on this flight. Deal with it.’ We’d been...” I paused.

“We’d been arguing all day. I swore she’d stolen my favorite purple purse, she swore that she hadn’t. I was frustrated and annoyed, so I told her I didn’t want to sit with her, that I hoped she got lost whenever her plane landed. I got up and changed my ticket, the gate agent thanked me, and that was that... She and I shared a bag of popcorn before it was time for her to go...And then I told her goodbye...”

I cleared my throat and sniffled. “It was like an hour later when I was on my plane that they were ordering us all to get off...No one had cell phones back then, so I didn’t know what was going on. I just thought we were switching planes or that our flight had been delayed...”

“When I finally got a chance to use the payphone, I called my mom and she was screaming. She was saying ‘Thank god you’re alive! Thank god you weren’t on that plane!’ I asked her what she was talking about and she said that the plane we were scheduled to be on crashed into a small town thirty minutes into the flight...And that the emergency responders were already reporting that there were....” My voice cracked. “That there were no survivors...”

“She said, ‘I’m so happy! I thought I’d lost the two of you! Let me speak to your sister...” Heavier tears fell down my face and my throat became dry. “I had to tell her that we didn’t stick together like she’d told us too...That I didn’t make her change her flight like I should have and...”

He pulled me close and wiped my tears away with his shirt. “I’m so sorry...”

“It was six months before I could walk into our bedroom...” I tugged at my necklace again. “I went through all of her stuff, hugging everything she owned...And then I found this pretty white box under her bed with my name and the words ‘You pick first’ on it. Inside were two charm bracelets she’d made with one flag charm each. One was red and one was white...And they um...When you put them together they read ‘Always Together, Sisters Forever’ on the back...I thought ten or twenty years would be enough time but there are still triggers here or there and...I’ll never get over it...”

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my forehead. He held me until I stopped trembling, until I was able to say sentences without sobs breaking them up.

“Do you know what the airline gives you when your family member dies in a plane crash?” I felt him wiping more of my tears away.

He shook his head.

“Nothing...”

“There wasn’t a lawsuit?”

“There was...” I sighed. “But it didn’t bring her back so it doesn’t matter...Does it make me a bad mother when I say I hate that my daughters want to be pilots? I absolutely hate it.”

“No...” He smoothed my hair. “Do they know about your sister?”

“They know she died in a plane crash...They don’t know it was my fault.”

“It wasn’t your fault. You didn’t know it was going to crash.”

“Says the man who saved his sister from a burning trailer...It was definitely my fault and I—”

“It wasn’t your fault, Claire.” He pulled me close to his chest. “You can’t blame yourself for everything that goes wrong in life...What was your sister’s name?”

“Caroline...Caroline Ashley Gracen.”

“That’s a really pretty name...” He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and kissed my cheek.

I wanted to say more, to tell him how Caroline actually hated her name, but I shut my eyes and gave in to the much needed sleep.

Chapter 23

Claire

“Your dancing is getting better.” Jonathan smiled as he twirled me around the yacht’s dance floor.

“Yours is still questionable.”

“It’s because I have a terrible teacher.” He laughed and pulled me into his arms. “Are you still on the fence about being my date to the IPO ball?”

I nodded. I knew he wanted me to go with him; he’d been making that fact very clear all week. Yet, it was still a while away and I was nervous about making our relationship public.

It seemed like we were the only people at corporate who’d been taking advantage of the invisible fraternization policy, and I knew my coworkers would have something negative to say about it.

“I’ll give you until the end of the week to say yes.” He dipped me low to the ground. “I’m not going with anyone else.”

“You could always go alone...”

He rolled his eyes and pulled me back up. “Let me know when you want Greg to take you shopping for a dress.” He brushed a stray hair away from my face. “I always take an employee as a date to the company’s social functions. No one will suspect anything.”

“So, you won’t touch or kiss me while we’re at the party?”

“I can’t promise that.” He tilted my chin up and brushed his lips against mine. “You know I don’t care who’s watching.” He traced my lips with his tongue and parted my mouth open, but then he stopped.

“Where is the pool?” “He said he had a pool.” “Maybe he lied about it to get us to come.” “How are we supposed to brag to the rest of the squad about being on a luxury yacht that doesn’t have a pool?”

He laughed and stepped back as Ashley and Caroline rounded the corner, staring at us.

Ashley breathed one of her most dramatic sighs. “You told us that there was a pool, Jonathan. We brought our bikinis and our cameras, but there’s no pool.”

“I’ll show you where it is.” He grabbed my hand and motioned for them to follow us. He led us up two stairwells and inside a massive room with walls that were covered in frosted glass. He hit the lights and then he pulled on a small lever—making the hundreds of dark gray panels on the floor slide open to reveal a clear blue pool.

“Ugh! How did he expect us to find this?” Caroline shook her head.

She and Ashley immediately tossed off their towels and slid into the pool, laughing about the many ways they planned on making their friends jealous.

“Would you like to finish your dance lesson now?” he whispered.

“I can’t use the pool?”

“There’s another one downstairs...” He slipped his arm around my waist. “You can use it after we’re finished.”

“Dancing?”

“You can call it whatever you want...”

I couldn’t get into Girls’ Night...Not tonight.

All I could think about was Jonathan—him kissing me, him holding me, and him making love to me.

Ever since he’d said “I’ll do better,” he’d taken things to another level: He came over on the weeknights and hung out with me and my daughters—crushing me at Monopoly, helping them with their model planes, and even cooking for us sometimes. On the weekends, he treated us to full days at sea, bringing along a chef team that prepared whatever we wanted. He insisted on picking me up for work in the mornings, and he’d even managed to get me to eat lunch with him every afternoon.

The flowers he had delivered on a daily basis now included small chocolates and sweet little notes that made me blush. And the sex between us—though it’d always been amazingly mind-blowing, was becoming way more passionate and intense.

Tonight, he was away at some conference in L.A. and I was missing him—truly missing him, and I was too scared to acknowledge the exact reasoning behind that.

“Some men really need to take a class on the proper way to please a woman.” Helen set down her glass. “It’s so sad when they don’t know how. These last few men have forced me to invest in a brand new vibrator. I’m thinking about starting my own website and giving free pointers.”

I sighed. “Do you keep track of how many men you’ve been with, or is that completely pointless now?”

“I stopped counting at thirty.”

“Thirty?”

“Or was it forty?” She shrugged. “Men do it all the time. I don’t ever want to be married, so why not?”

“You don’t ever want to settle down and—”

“Be with one man for the rest of my life? No. I’ve learned from the failure of my parents and all my friends’ marriages. No offense.”

“None taken.”

“How’s your cougar romance going?”

“I’m not a cougar...” I shook my head. “And it’s not a romance. It’s just...dating.”

“Exclusive dating?” She laughed.

“Yes...Where’s Sandra?”

“She’s not coming—something about a last minute date with that hot doctor you set her up with?”

“Oh! Well, good for her. I’m glad they’re still going out.”

“She said he’s an animal in bed. I can’t believe you passed him up! Then again...” She smiled. “Never mind.”

I set my drink down. “What happens when me and Jonathan don’t work out?”

“What?”

I decided to finally lay my pent-up insecurities on the table. I’d been holding them in for far too long and I wouldn’t dare tell Jonathan. It would just make him become even more wonderful and make me seem insane for even questioning this.

“You know we’re not going to last, Helen,” I said. “It’d never work. Everything that attracted him to me was superficial...Once those things wear off and he realizes that he could have someone half my age with half the baggage, it’ll be over...Then what happens? Do I date someone my age because dating a younger man in the first place is a bad idea? Do I date again at all? Or do I become like you and simply have sex with random men whenever I’m lonely?”

“Are you deliberately trying to kill my buzz or is this something—”

“I’m serious...I can’t talk to anyone else about this. There are some days when I honestly feel insecure about the whole thing.”

“Everyone feels insecure from time to time.” Helen sighed. “It’s normal.”

“But this is different. I don’t know how to deal with his—”

“Listen to me, Claire. Just stop. You think too much—wayyy too much. You know what you should do right now?”

“What?”

“Text him and tell him that you miss him.”

“Huh?”

“Tell him that you miss him.”

“I don’t miss him.” I lied. “I saw him a few days ago. Besides, he’s at some conference in L.A.”

She rolled her eyes. “You don’t have to have all the answers right now. If you two work out, great. If not, great. Take it as a learning experience. You don’t have to have a happily ever after with every guy you date. Just date, and for now be honest with yourself. You miss him.”

I tossed back a drink and decided to take her advice. I texted him. “I miss you...”

My phone vibrated immediately. “Where are you?”

“At a bar with Helen.”

“Which bar?”

“Blackbird.”

“Stay there. I’m on my way to get you.”

“I thought you were in L.A?”

“I am. It’s only a one hour flight (don’t worry) back to San Fran. I’ll see you soon.”

“Was that so hard to do?” Helen downed her gin and tonic. “Now, order me a new drink—an extremely stiff one. Your depressing psycho-babble completely wore off the effects of my last one. I didn’t even feel it burn.”

We both laughed and filled each other in on what had happened over the past few months: She’d officially been named “The Lawyer of the Year,” and had experienced “the sensations of a lifetime” with one of the other nominees when she’d gone to Vegas.

I was telling her about me and Jonathan’s most recent date when I felt my heart speeding up and fluttering against my chest, when I felt my body letting me know that he was somewhere nearby.

I turned around to look for him and saw him standing right behind me.

“Good evening, Claire.” He grinned. “Hello, Helen.”

“Well, that’s my cue.” Helen smiled at us both. “I’ll see you two—”

“Are you okay to drive yourself back?” he asked.

“Oh, I’m not driving. I’m going to call a cab.”

He shook his head. “I’ll have my driver take you home.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely.”

We walked outside where his town car was waiting and Jonathan helped her inside. “Have a good night, Helen. I’ll see you again soon I’m sure.” He shut the door and waited for the car to drive off.

“Come on.” He clasped my hand and walked me two blocks down, into a private parking garage.

We took the elevator up to the third level and walked over to his car. I was about to head over to the passenger side, but he pushed me against the car and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing me until I was out of breath.

“I missed you too...” he whispered as he continued to make love to my lips. “Where do you want to go?”

“What do you mean? I—”

He tenderly bit my bottom lip to each syllable. “Where. Do. You. Want. To. Go?”

“Your place?”

“That’s forty minutes away...” He moved his kisses down to my collarbone. “Pick somewhere else.”

“My place?”

“Thirty minutes away...”

“A hotel?”

“Which one?”

“The Ritz Carlton around the corner?”

“Good choice.”