Between Land and Sea (12 page)

Chapter 22

They kept to their schedule and returned to the condo a few minutes before six. Gillian turned to Barbara. “Do you need a short nap? I could set the alarm for you.”

Barbara shook her head. “No, I’m fine. I think I’ll take a leisurely bath instead.”

Both women headed toward their respective bedrooms. Barbara luxuriated in her bubble bath and lay back as she took in the décor. The pale green Italian-glass mosaic tiles flecked with gold ran over the walls and floor, providing sparkle and a sea-inspired glimmer. No expense had been spared in outfitting the bathroom with fragrant soaps and oils, candles, and baskets of thick towels.

Barbara took her time getting dressed and carefully applied her makeup, adding a few dramatic touches. Gillian had advised her to look as hot as possible. She said that was the only way two single women could survive in a sea of smug, married women and their husbands. Barbara couldn’t get over Gillian’s obsession with her looks and the amount of time spent preparing to go out. She wondered if Gillian had any other hobbies or activities.

This time, Gillian was ready first. When she caught a glimpse of Barbara, she whistled. “You look stunning, Barbara. That lacy black number shows off every one of those well-earned curves, but in a very subtle way. You’re going to get your share of envious and admiring looks tonight.”

“And you’re definitely hot.” Barbara decided to use one of Gillian’s favorite expressions. Gillian was wearing a short, black leather dress with large, chunky silver jewellery. She had straightened her blond wavy locks and created a golden curtain that complimented the perfect oval of her face and made her beautiful blue eyes look larger and more luminous. She added, “That looks like the dress Jennifer Aniston wore for one of those red carpet events. You could easily pass for her.”

Gillian laughed nervously. “Thanks, but remember I’m not as old as Jennifer.”

“Of course.” This constant reference to aging was starting to annoy Barbara.

Gillian ordered a cab. She did not want to worry about parking or limiting her alcoholic intake. Her employer’s home was on the outskirts of the city, and Barbara was shocked by the sixty-five dollar cab fee.

They got out of the cab and walked to the front door of a sprawling, ranch-style bungalow. Gillian rang the doorbell and the two women waited patiently. A stocky, older man with thinning hair opened the door and shook his finger at Gillian. “I was starting to worry you weren’t coming. Everyone else is here. You’re over an hour late.” He stood to the side. “Come on in. It’s cold out there and your feet must be freezing. I don’t know why you women insist on wearing those strappy shoes all year round.”

The two women entered the large foyer. Gillian laughed. “So sorry, Edgar. But Barbara couldn’t resist the charms of Chicago. It’s her first time here, and I wanted to make sure she saw all the sights.”

Gillian avoided Barbara’s eyes. Though they could easily have arrived on time, Gillian was determined to be the center of attention with her spectacular entrance. Barbara wondered if that was characteristic of the other Ettas. She had very few experiences with them in the mermaid kingdom and could not recall any encounters—positive or negative—with an Etta.

Edgar turned and offered Barbara his hand. “I’m Edgar Furness. Gillian told us all about you, Barbara.” He turned and spoke to the short, heavy-set woman who had entered the foyer and was offering to take their coats. “And this is my wife, Doris. Doris, this is Gillian’s friend Barbara from Canada.”

Doris nodded at Gillian and gave Barbara her full attention. “Ah, so you’re the up-and-coming writer that Stewart Tobin is representing. We want to hear all about your book.” She took Barbara’s arm and steered her toward a small group of women gathered around the large fireplace.

Barbara spent some time answering questions about her book and her life. The women were very attentive and nodded sympathetically when she spoke of her divorce and its aftermath. They appeared sincere and interested. Occasionally, Barbara would glance around the room and notice Gillian flitting about between groups of men. Gillian didn’t spend any time with the women.

One of the younger women said, “I find it interesting that you and Gillian are friends. How do you know each other?”

Barbara could feel seven pairs of eyes scrutinizing her. She was glad that Gillian had thought to concoct a story to explain their friendship. “Our husbands were college roommates. They kept in touch with each other and we developed a friendship.” Gillian figured out that Carl and James were about the same age.

“And that friendship survived your divorces?” Doris asked.

“Yes, it did. While we don’t see each other as often, we keep in touch by email and telephone. When I mentioned that I was writing a book, Gillian offered to speak with Stewart Tobin.”

The women exchanged glances. The young woman spoke again. “That Gillian knows how to keep her friends, even after the benefits disappear.” A few of the women tittered.

Doris looked toward the kitchen. “It’s almost time to eat. I’ll have to check with Anthony.” She turned and explained to Barbara, “He’s one of the best caterers in Chicago. You’re in for a special treat tonight.”

Doris got up and the other women followed. As Doris went toward the kitchen, the women headed toward their partners. Barbara joined Gillian at the bar. Gillian widened her smile and spoke under her breath, “Don’t feel you have to stick with the women. The men are much more interesting and much less critical.”

“I’m fine,” Barbara said.

Doris came out and announced, “Dinner is ready. Please take your places.”

Barbara and Gillian were not seated together. Barbara found herself sitting near the head of the table with Doris to her left and Marcus, a quiet, older man who contributed very little to the conversation, to her right. Although she was trying to keep all the names straight, she didn’t have to worry. Doris talked with her through most of the dinner, hinting that she would be willing to host a book launch party for her.

“I’m certain that Gillian will want to organize something for you. But she is limited with that condo of hers. And parking would be a nightmare for her guests.” She waved her arm. “We have lots of space here and can easily accommodate up to fifty people, even more if we hold it outside. When you meet with Stewart, let him know that I can help. All he has to do is call.” Doris sighed and a dreamy expression appeared on her face. “I’ll give you one of my cards before you leave.”

Barbara was becoming more and more curious about Stewart. Everyone seemed to know about him. “I’ve been hearing so much about Stewart Tobin. He must be well known in Chicago.”

Doris laughed and lowered her voice to a whisper. “My dear, he’s drop-dead gorgeous, stinking rich, and can have any woman he wants. Your friend Gillian tried, but she couldn’t keep him for long. He likes to love ‘em and leave ‘em.”

Barbara gasped. “He must leave a lot of broken hearts in his wake.”

Doris shook her head. “Oh, no. Anyone of those women would take him back in a heartbeat. They all stay friends afterward. Your friend Gillian is no exception.” She gave Barbara a long, searching look. “Be careful you don’t get involved with him. It wouldn’t be wise to mix business with pleasure.”

“I’m involved with someone else back home,” Barbara said. “And anyway, I’m not interested in younger men.”

“He’s not that young. Stewart is in his mid forties.” She looked appraisingly at Barbara. “You’re probably a few years younger.”

“I’m fifty-three.”

Doris’s eyes widened. “You certainly don’t look it. And you are so brave to admit it.” She laughed. “You could easily pass for forty.” A speculative look gleamed in her eyes. “And how old is our Gillian? Do you know?”

“I’m not sure, exactly. But I would say late twenties.”

Doris sighed. “Are you enjoying the meal?”

It was her first Christmas dinner, and it definitely set the bar very high. Barbara smiled and patted her waist. “I think I’ve put on at least three pounds tonight. But I couldn’t resist any of Anthony’s dishes. Everything was great, especially the oysters Rockefeller and, of course, the turkey. I had a hard time choosing between the desserts, but in the end I went with the English trifle. It was divine.”

“I tried all three desserts,” Doris said. “The pumpkin pie and amaretto cheesecake were also good.” She looked down at her waist. “I’ll have to get on some kind of diet and exercise regimen after the holidays. Unlike you and Gillian, I put on weight whenever I even look at food.”

Before Barbara could speak, Anthony approached and whispered in Doris’s ear. She frowned, got up, and followed him into the kitchen.

“What do you think of Chicago? I hear this is your first time in our city.” Marcus spoke in a lightly accented voice.

Barbara tried but couldn’t place his accent. European, possibly Middle Eastern? She turned and gave him her full attention. “At first I was overwhelmed, but I am enjoying my stay. Everything and everyone moves so quickly here. It’s so different from Carden. That’s the small town where I live.”

Marcus nodded in understanding. “I lived in a small town outside Lahr in Germany. For the first two years in Chicago, I didn’t drive at all. I walked or took the El train.” He sighed. “Life was so much easier back then. Now I work for one of the largest Mitsubishi dealers in the Midwest, and I change cars every two years.”

“What did you do in Germany?” Barbara asked.

“I taught in a private boys’ school in Lahr,” Marcus said. “When I came here, I had hoped to resume that career, but I found it difficult to get accredited. It was easier and more lucrative to sell cars. I plan to retire in five years time. That should give Annika enough time to launch her practice.” He didn’t sound too enthusiastic about his wife’s ability to generate income.

Barbara looked around the table and located Annika. The attractive blonde with the colorful two-piece gauze outfit had sat quietly while Barbara answered the other women’s questions. Annika met her glance and smiled.

Doris returned and made her way into the large living area. The other guests got up and followed. Most of the women went back to sit by the fireplace, while the men congregated in two separate groups. Gillian joined the younger group of men.

Barbara felt some pressure on her arm. She looked up into the open, friendly face of Annika.

“I’ve been trying to get your attention,” Annika said. “I want to tell you that I have been feeling the strength of your aura all night. It’s a very powerful one, you know.”

Barbara smiled through clenched teeth and braced herself for the rest of the conversation. She had hoped to avoid dealing with any of the New Agers.

“You’re destined for greatness. I can feel it. But it won’t come easily. There are and will be obstacles.” Annika closed her eyes and grabbed both of Barbara’s hands. “I see men. Two very different men, who will want you to follow their paths. And I see a room full of angry women.” A pained look appeared on her face. “Your path will diverge for a while, but do not let that worry you. You have known difficulty before, but you will survive and thrive.” She opened her eyes and let go of Barbara’s hands. She smiled at Barbara and headed toward the fireplace.

Barbara stood still, rooted in place.

“What did that witch tell you?” Gillian appeared beside her. “You look pale as a ghost.”

Barbara managed a half smile. “Nothing important.”

“I told you not to take these people too seriously,” Gillian said. “But not to worry. This gives us a good excuse to leave early.”

Chapter 23

Barbara tossed and turned for most of the night. When she finally dozed off, she dreamt of Sharon and Annika, hands clasped, walking toward her. She woke up abruptly and checked the clock. She groaned in frustration. It was too early for a Sunday morning at
chez
Gillian. Before going to bed, Gillian had advised her to sleep in until nine. That would give her two hours to get ready before Stewart arrived to pick her up.

If she were at home, Barbara would have gotten up and busied herself with cleaning, cooking, or errands. She looked about the room for reading material and saw only a few decorating magazines and the latest
Newsweek
sitting on the nearby dresser. Neither one caught her fancy. And then she remembered packing her devotional.

She got out of bed and rummaged through her bag. She found the devotional and turned to the bookmarked page. She smiled. Today’s message definitely resonated with her situation—
Choosing Faith over Fear
.

She nodded off in the midst of reading.

“Barbara, wake up.” Gillian was shaking her gently.

Barbara opened her eyes to see Gillian flipping through the devotional. “Are you becoming religious?”

Barbara had been surprised by her interest in religion and spirituality. Nothing like that existed in the mermaid kingdom. Annabella and the other elders spoke regularly to the mermaids and mermen about appropriate behaviour and fulfilling expectations, but there was never any mention of a higher power.

Hannah recommended a few theology books and encouraged Barbara to visit different churches and temples. Barbara enjoyed reading about the different religions and started watching a few evangelists on television.

“I like Joel Osteen and his message,” Barbara explained. “He is very affirmative and encouraging, especially when he talks about thinking positively and finding the good in every situation. It helps whenever I’m facing a difficult moment.”

“You’ll have to develop a thicker skin if you want to survive in this human world,” Gillian said. “When your book gets out there, a lot of people will want a piece of you, especially weak women, con artists, and emotional vampires. Don’t let them get to you.”

“Emotional vampires? That’s a new one for me. I don’t think I’ve met any yet.”

“Just be careful. Now, what are you going to wear for your date with Stewart?”

“It’s not a date. He just wants to talk about tomorrow’s meeting with the publisher.”

“When Stewart Tobin spends one-on-one time with a woman, it’s a date,” Gillian said. “Trust me on that.”

“I take it you’re speaking from experience.”

“Yes, I am.” Her eyes misted. “You probably would find out sooner or later. Stewart and I were an item for about eight months last year. I thought he was the one, but then he broke it off, gently, of course.”

“Do you still see each other?”

“Not really. When you told me about your book, I used that as an excuse to contact him again. We met, but in his office and very briefly.” She sighed. “And I wasn’t invited to today’s brunch.”

“I’m sorry. Is there anything that I can do or say?”

Gillian put up her hand. “Concentrate on your book and making some real money. That should be your focus right now.” She smiled. “Though I won’t be too surprised if he starts something with you.”

“I won’t let that happen.”

“It won’t be up to you.” Gillian walked toward the closet. “Now, let’s see what we are working with here.” She flipped through the few clothes that Barbara had brought and glanced at the sweaters on the settee. “It’s too bad we’re not the same size. I could lend you some—”

Barbara interrupted. “I’m wearing my black pants with the pale grey sweater set. I’ll add some silver jewellery and wear Kendra’s blazer and scarf. That’ll do.”

“A bit understated for my taste, but that look seems to work for you,” Gillian said. “I’ve put the coffee on. You can help yourself to fruit or whatever else you can find.”

“Coffee will be enough. I’ve had two large suppers in a row. I can’t afford to eat like this every day.”

Gillian nodded in approval. “You worked too hard to lose that weight. I’ll make a light supper for tonight.”

“Do you have plans for the afternoon?” Barbara asked.

“One of the ladies from my investment group is having a Christmas open house. I’ll make an appearance there and then come back home.” Gillian changed the subject abruptly. “We’re wasting time. You don’t want to keep Stewart waiting.” She went back to the kitchen.

Barbara followed and grabbed a quick cup of coffee. She showered and took extra care with her hair and makeup. When she put on her pants, she sighed in discouragement at the snugness of her waistband. After brunch, they would be walking in the park and through the Art Institute. That would help. It didn’t sound like Gillian had any plans for the evening. Maybe they could walk along the waterfront. She hadn’t been near water since she left England.

Barbara critically examined herself in the full-length mirror. She was glad Elaine had talked her into buying the pale grey sweater set. It made her green eyes pop and her skin appear more lustrous. She evaluated Kendra’s blazer and scarf. The two pieces completed the look and added a bit of edginess.

Barbara heard voices. He was early. She took a deep breath and headed toward the living area. Stewart had his back to her. He looked tall, even standing next to Gillian. Barbara figured he was about six foot four. Thank goodness she had worn her heeled boots.

He turned and flashed a set of even, white teeth. His dark brown, wavy hair did not contain a single strand of grey, and his beautifully tanned skin provided the perfect canvas for green eyes with dark eyebrows and long, black eyelashes. He had a charming cleft on his chin and a Roman nose. He wore jeans with boots and a brown sweater topped with a tan leather jacket. His collar was turned up.

He’s perfect in every way
, thought Barbara. Stewart Tobin literally took her breath away and she found herself awestruck.

Gillian came to her rescue. “Barbara, this is Stewart Tobin. Stewart, Barbara Davies.” She stepped back and watched as they shook hands.

While Barbara could only manage a smile, Stewart winked as he shook her hand firmly. “I’m so glad to finally meet you. I hope you don’t mind that I came early. We have a great deal to discuss, and I want to take you to some of my favourite Chicago haunts as well.”

“Great. That sounds great.” Barbara caught a glimpse of Gillian stifling a laugh. So this is what the fuss was all about. Barbara’s throat was dry and her heart was pounding. She was having a strong, visceral reaction to this gorgeous man who would play a major role in her literary career. She took a deep breath and spoke again. “I’m so grateful for everything you’ve done, and I appreciate you giving up your Sunday for me.”

When their eyes met, he smiled widely. “We have the same eyes! Gillian, don’t you agree?” He turned to look at Gillian, who quietly concurred.

Barbara noticed that Gillian’s teeth were clenched. Gillian was unaccustomed to being on the sidelines. It was time to go. Barbara moved toward the door and Stewart followed. They said their goodbyes to Gillian.

The elevator ride down was a quiet one. They made their way outside where an emerald green Ferrari was parked in front of the main entrance. He opened the door for her and went around and got in on the driver’s side. Barbara held her breath, anticipating another fast, treacherous ride along the streets of Chicago. To her surprise, he maintained a normal speed, and she was able to relax and enjoy the sights on the way to the restaurant.

“Are you always this quiet?” Stewart asked.

Barbara looked out her window. “I’m still getting used to Chicago. Carden is much tamer.”

“Get used to big city life, Barbara. I have a feeling you’ll be spending a lot of time between airports and hotels.” He lowered his voice. “But not to worry. I’ll be there to help you every step of the way.”

Her heart started pounding again. She couldn’t believe her reaction to this man. When she first met Andrew, she had been besotted with him. Annabella had accused her of losing all her sensibilities. If Annabella could see her now, she would shake her head in disgust. Her grandmother disapproved of any mermaid falling head-over-heels in love with a human.
That’s it
,
I’ve fallen for this Adonis who will probably cast me aside like all his other conquests
. That last thought calmed her down. She had no intention of getting dumped again.

Barbara regained her composure and met his glance squarely. He had just parked the car in a garage near the John Hancock building. “How high are we eating this time?”

Stewart laughed. “Are you already tired of the Chicago skyline?”

“No, of course not. I’m just curious. I enjoyed dining at Cité on Friday. We were on the seventieth floor.”

“Well, I’m taking you even higher. We’re on the ninety-fifth floor today. I think you’ll enjoy The Signature Room. I come here most Sundays.”

But not alone, thought Barbara, never alone. She smiled and tried to ignore the hammering of her heart.

They took the elevator up and then Stewart led the way into a large, crowded restaurant teeming with people who all made a point of greeting him. While the men shook his hand, the women critically evaluated Barbara from head-to-toe and cast disappointed looks toward Stewart. Their waitress practically swooned over him and nearly dropped her tray of water glasses.

Barbara allowed herself to be guided along the impressive buffet. She watched as Stewart asked one of the chefs to prepare his favorite asparagus omelette. At the seafood table, she helped herself to the oysters, Alaska king crab, and caviar. A few times during the meal, Stewart brought her dishes of salads, fruits, and desserts he thought she would enjoy. He was the perfect host, the perfect date. Barbara sighed deeply. Gillian was right. Whenever Stewart spent time with a woman, it was definitely a date.

“You’ve sighed a few times. Is everything all right?” Stewart asked.

“Of course, you’re the perfect host. I think I’m a bit nervous about meeting Melanie tomorrow.”

“Leave Melanie to me. I’ll handle all the negotiations.” He leaned toward Barbara and gently touched her wrists. “That’s one of the reasons we’re meeting beforehand. I want to make sure we’re on the same page tomorrow morning. I don’t like unnecessary surprises and delays.” His expression darkened. This man was used to getting what he wanted without too much effort or struggle.

Barbara thought of her own struggles during the past few months. She knew she was made of sterner stuff and could handle anything and anyone. But she had to admit that Stewart Tobin had the power to easily derail any of her plans for the future. She would have to guard her emotions very carefully whenever she was around him.

Stewart continued speaking, “As I mentioned before, New Spirit Publishing only publishes five books a year. I happen to know that your book was the second one they approved this year. Melanie will probably try to pull a fast one and suggest that they take their time and launch the book early next year. I’m going to push for the late summer or fall of this year.”

Barbara’s eyes widened. “That’s less than a year away. Is it possible to—”

“Of course it’s possible. Everything is possible. That’s why you’ve got me as an agent. When she starts whining about delays and other commitments, don’t give in to her. Let me do the talking.”

“If you plan to do all the talking, then why did I have to come to Chicago? You could have met with Melanie and emailed me the details.” Her eyes flashed and she spoke a bit sharper than usual.

Stewart’s eyes twinkled. “There is a bit of spice there. Good. I was starting to think that you would be a pushover.” He started eating his cheesecake with gusto.

Barbara had a strong urge to reach over and shake him.

“You probably feel like shaking me or shoving my face into this creamy cheesecake. Even if you did, I wouldn’t lose it.” He stared at her openly, daring her to commit some social
faux pas
.

She shook her head. He was a handful and, if she wasn’t careful, she could easily lose control. She spoke calmly. “Not to worry. I won’t create a scene.”

“Too bad.” His tone became more businesslike. “Melanie will give you a copy of the contract. It’s a standard one. You have nothing to worry about, but you can hire someone else to look it over.”

Barbara decided to ask Janice for the name of an entertainment lawyer. She no longer trusted herself to make sound judgments in Chicago. This was Stewart Tobin’s town.