“We’re getting married on the beach,” I said, the idea just coming to me. “North Carolina. The
Outer Banks. At the house Gideon and I just bought. We’ll only need enough flowers for the members
of the wedding party.”
“You don’t understand.” My mom glanced at Kristin for support. “There’s no way that would
work. You’d have no control.”
Meaning
she
wouldn’t.
“Unpredictable weather,” she went on, “sand everywhere … Plus, asking everyone to travel that
far out of the city will make it likely some won’t be able to attend. And where would everyone stay?”
“Who’s everyone? I told you, the ceremony is going to be small, for friends and family only.
Gideon’s taking care of travel. I’m sure he’d be happy to take care of lodging arrangements, too.”
“I can help with that,” Kristin said.
“Don’t encourage her!” my mother snapped.
“Don’t be rude!” I shot back. “I think you’re forgetting that it’s
my
wedding. Not a publicity op.”
My mom took a deep, steadying breath. “Eva, I think it’s very sweet that you want to accommodate
your father this way, but he doesn’t understand what a burden he’s placing on you by asking this. Even if I matched him dollar for dollar, it wouldn’t be enough—”
“It’s plenty.” My hands linked tightly together in my lap, pressing the rings on my fingers
uncomfortably against the bone. “And it’s not a burden.”
“You’re going to offend people. You have to understand that a man in Gideon’s position needs to
take every opportunity to solidify his network. He’s going to want—”
“—to elope,” I bit out, frustrated by the too-familiar clash of our viewpoints. “If he had his way,
we’d run off somewhere and get married on a remote beach with a couple of witnesses and a great
view.”
“He may say that—”
“No, Mother. Trust me. That’s
exactly
what he would do.”
“Um, if I may.” Kristin leaned forward. “We can make this work, Monica. Many celebrity
weddings are private affairs. A limited budget will keep us focused on the details. And, if Gideon
and Eva are open to it, we can arrange to have select photographs sold to the celebrity lifestyle
magazines, with the profits going to charity.”
“Oh, I like that!” I said, even as I wondered how that could work with the forty-eight-hour
exclusive deal Gideon had offered Deanna Johnson.
My mom looked distraught. “I’ve dreamed of your wedding since the day you were born,” she said
quietly. “I always wanted you to have something fit for a princess.”
“Mom.” I reached over and took her hand in mine. “You can go wild with the reception, okay? Do
whatever you want. Skip the red, invite the world, whatever. As for the wedding, isn’t it enough that I found my prince?”
Her hand tightened on mine and she looked at me with tears in her blue eyes. “I guess it’ll have to
be.”
I’D just slid into the back of the Benz when my smartphone started ringing. Pulling it out of my purse, I looked at the screen and saw it was Trey. My stomach twisted a little.
I couldn’t get the shattered look on his face last night out of my mind. I’d stayed tucked away in the kitchen while Cary sat with Trey in the living room and told him about Tatiana and the baby. I had put a pot roast in the oven and sat at the breakfast bar with my tablet, reading a book while staying in Cary’s line of sight. Even in profile, I could see how hard Trey had taken the news.
Still, he’d stayed for dinner and then overnight, so I hoped things would work out in the end. At
least he hadn’t just walked out.
“Hi, Trey,” I answered. “How are you?”
“Hey, Eva.” He sighed heavily. “I have no idea how I am. How are you doing?”
“Well, I’m just leaving my mother’s place after spending hours talking about the wedding. It didn’t
go as badly as it could have, but it could’ve been smoother. But that’s pretty usual when dealing with my mom.”
“Ah … well, you’ve got a lot on your plate. I’m sorry to bother you.”
“Trey. It’s fine. I’m glad you called. If you want to talk, I’m here.”
“Could we get together, maybe? Whenever it’s convenient for you?”
“How’s now?”
“Really? I’m at a street fair on the west side. My sister dragged me out and I was miserable
company. She ditched me a few minutes ago and now I’m wondering what the hell I’m doing here.”
“I can meet you.”
“I’m between Eighty-second and Eighty-third, close to Amsterdam. It’s packed here, just FYI.”
“Okay, hang tight. I’ll see you in a few.”
“Thanks, Eva.”
We hung up and I caught Raúl’s gaze in the rearview mirror. “Amsterdam and Eighty-second.
Close as you can get.”
He nodded.
“Thanks.” I looked out the window as we turned a corner, taking in the city on a sunny Saturday
afternoon.
The pace of Manhattan was slower on the weekends, the clothes more casual, and the street
vendors more plentiful. Women in sandals and light summer dresses window-shopped leisurely,
while men in shorts and T-shirts traveled in groups, taking in the women and discussing whatever it
was men discussed. Dogs of all sizes pranced on the ends of leashes, while children in strollers
kicked up their heels or napped. An elderly couple shuffled along hand in hand, still lost in the
wonder of each other after years of familiarity.
I was speed-dialing Gideon before I realized I’d thought of it.
“Angel,” he answered. “Are you on your way home?”
“Not quite. I’m done at my mom’s, but I’m going to meet Trey.”
“How long will that take?”
“I’m not sure. Not more than an hour, I think. God, I hope he doesn’t tell me he’s done with Cary.”
“How did it go with your mother?”
“I told her we were getting married on the beach by the Outer Banks house.” I paused. “I’m sorry. I
should’ve asked you first.”
“I think that’s an excellent idea.” His raspy voice took on the special timbre that told me he was
moved.
“She asked me how we’re planning on lodging everyone. I kinda dropped that on you and the
wedding planner.”
“That’s fine. We’ll work something out.”
Love for him spread through me in a warm rush. “Thank you.”
“So the big hurdle’s behind you,” he said, understanding as he so often did.
“Well, I don’t know about that. She got all teary about it. You know, she had big dreams that aren’t coming true. I hope she lets them go and gets on board.”
“What about her family? We haven’t talked about making arrangements for them to come.”
I shrugged, then remembered he couldn’t see me. “They’re not invited. The only things I know
about them are what I found with a Google search. They disowned my mom when she got pregnant
with me, so they’ve never been a part of my life.”
“All right, then,” he said smoothly. “I’ve got a surprise for you when you get home.”
“Oh?” My mood instantly brightened. “Will you give me a hint?”
“Of course not. You’ll have to hurry home if you’re curious.”
I pouted. “Tease.”
“Teases don’t deliver. I do.”
My toes curled at the rough velvet of his voice. “I’ll be home as soon as I can.”
“I’ll be waiting,” he purred.
THE traffic near the fair was impossible. Raúl left the Benz in the garage beneath my apartment
building, then walked me over to the street fair.
When we were half a block away, I started smelling the food and my mouth watered. Music drifted
in the air and when we reached Amsterdam Avenue, I saw that it came from a woman singing on a
small stage for a packed audience.
Vendors lined either side of the overflowing street, their wares and heads shielded from the sun by
white tent tops. From scarves and hats, to jewelry and art, to fresh produce and multinational eats, there was nothing one could want that couldn’t be found.
It took me a few minutes to spot Trey in the crowd. I found him sitting on steps not too far from the corner we’d agreed upon. He was dressed in loose jeans and an olive-hued T-shirt, with sunglasses
perched on the crooked bridge of his once-broken nose. His blond hair was as unruly as ever, his
attractive mouth tightened into a firm line.
He stood when he saw me, holding out his hand for me to shake. I pulled him into a hug instead,
holding him until I felt him relax and hug me back. Life flowed by around us—New Yorkers were
comfortable with all sorts of public displays. Raúl moved a discreet distance away.
“I’m a fucking mess,” Trey muttered against my shoulder.
“You’re normal.” I pulled back and gestured toward the steps where I’d found him. “Anyone
would be reeling right now.”
He sat down on the middle step. I perched next to him.
“I don’t think I can do this, Eva. I don’t think I should. I want someone in my life full-time,
someone who’s there to support me while I get through school, then try to build my practice. Cary’s
going to be supporting that model instead and fitting me in when he can. How am I not going to resent that?”
“That’s a valid question,” I said, stretching out my legs in front of me. “You know Cary won’t be
sure the baby is his until a paternity test is done.”
Trey shook his head. “I don’t think it’ll matter. He seems invested.”
“I think it’ll matter. Maybe he won’t just walk away, maybe he’ll play uncle or something. I don’t
know. For now, we have to go with the assumption that he’s the dad, but maybe he’s not. It’s a
possibility.”
“So you’re telling me to hang in there for another six months?”
“No. If you want me to give you answers, I don’t have any. All I can tell you for sure is that Cary
loves you, more than I’ve ever seen him love anyone. If he loses you, it’s going to break him. I’m not trying to guilt you into staying with him. I just think you should know that if you leave, you’re not the only one who’ll be hurting.”
“How is that helpful?”
“Maybe it’s not.” I set my hand on his knee. “Maybe I’m just small enough to find that comforting.
If Gideon and I didn’t work out, I’d want to know he was as miserable as I was.”
Trey’s mouth curved in a sad smile. “Yeah, I see your point. Would you stay with him if you found
out he’d knocked someone else up? Someone he was sleeping with while dating you?”
“I thought about that. It’s hard for me to imagine not being with Gideon. If we weren’t exclusive at the time and the woman was in his past, if he was with me and not her, maybe I could handle it.”
I watched a woman hang yet another bag of purchases onto the overburdened handle of her kid’s
stroller. “But if he was mostly with her and seeing me on the side … I think I’d walk.”
It was tough being honest when the truth was the opposite of what Cary would want me to say, but I
felt like it was the right thing to do.
“Thanks, Eva.”
“For what it’s worth, I wouldn’t think less of you if you toughed it out with Cary. It’s not weak to stand by the person you love when they’re trying to fix a big mistake, and it’s not weak to decide to put yourself first. Whatever decision you make, I’ll still think you’re a helluva guy.”
Leaning into me, he rested his head on my shoulder. “Thanks, Eva.”
I linked my fingers with his. “You’re welcome.”
“I’LL go get the car and pull it around,” Raúl said, as we entered the lobby of my apartment building.
“Okay. I’m just going to check the mail.” I waved at the concierge as we passed the desk. I turned
into the mailroom, while Raúl headed to the elevator.
Sliding my key into the lock, I pulled the brass door open and bent low to peer inside. There were
a few postcard advertisements and nothing else, which saved me a trip upstairs. I slid them out,
tossed them in the nearby trash can, then shut and locked the mailbox.
I headed back into the lobby just in time to catch a woman exiting the building. Her spiky red hair
caught my attention and held it. I stared hard, waiting for her to turn onto the street, hoping I’d catch a glimpse of her profile.
My breath caught. The hair was familiar from a Google image search. The face I remembered from
the shelter fund-raiser Gideon and I had attended a few weeks back.
Then she was gone.
I ran after her, but when I reached the sidewalk she was already sliding into the back of a black
town car.
“Hey!” I shouted.
The car sped off, leaving me staring after it.
“Everything all right?”
I turned to face Louie, the weekend doorman. “Do you know who that was?”
He shook his head. “She doesn’t live here.”
Going back inside, I asked the concierge the same question.
“A redhead?” she asked, looking perplexed. “We haven’t had any visitors who came in without a
tenant today, so I haven’t really paid attention.”
“Hmm. Okay, thank you.”
“Your car’s here, Eva,” Louie said from the doorway.
I thanked the concierge and headed out to Raúl. I spent the ride between my place and Gideon’s
thinking about Anne Lucas. By the time I stepped out of the private elevator into the foyer of the
penthouse, my spinning thoughts had me distracted.
Gideon was waiting for me. Dressed in worn jeans and a Columbia T-shirt, he looked so young
and handsome. Then he flashed me a smile and I almost forgot the world altogether.
“Angel,” he purred, crossing the black-and-white checkerboard flooring on bare feet. He had that
look in his eye I knew well. “Come here.”
I walked right into his open arms, cuddling up tightly to his hard body. I breathed him in. “You’re
going to think I’m crazy,” I mumbled against his chest, “but I could swear I just saw Anne Lucas in the lobby of my building.”
He stiffened. I knew the shrink wasn’t his favorite person.