SEAN: A Mafia Romance (The Callahans Book 3) (21 page)

“We’re we engaged when I moved here?”

“No. I didn’t ask you until a couple of weeks later. I didn’t want you to think I’d done it just to get you to move out here.”

“That was thoughtful.”

He shrugged. “I wanted you here. I wanted you always in my life. That was my priority at the time.”

“We dated six months?”

“We met in June of last year. We dated long distance until the end of November. You moved here the first of December, and we got engaged right before we flew to your parents’ place for the holidays.”

“Did they make us sleep in separate rooms even though we were living together already?”

“They did.” He chuckled again. “But you snuck down the hall to my room every night after your parents went to bed.”

I blushed again, as an image of the two of us curling up in the guest room of my parents’ house burst into my mind. It wasn’t really a memory, more of a figment of my imagination. But it was vivid enough it could have been a memory.

Xander was watching me, concern coming into the lines on his face. “Maybe that’s enough for one day,” he said softly. “Why don’t I show you to your room?”

He stood and pulled me away from the table, pushing my wheelchair back through the hallways that led to the main entryway. We crossed that and moved into a new hallway that led around to the back of the house. He pushed open a door at the very back that exposed a beautiful room that was filled with an amazing amount of natural light thanks to the sliding glass doors that led out into the back garden.

“This was a sun room, but you thought it was so beautiful that you insisted we turn it into a guest bedroom for when your sister came to visit. You thought she would love it.”

“Did she?”

I could see him shrug in his reflection in the glass. “She hasn’t come to visit yet.”

He pushed the wheelchair over to the bed and set the locks. “You should probably rest for a while. The doctor said you should take it easy the first couple of days, try not to do too much.”

He touched my shoulder before he moved back toward the door. “If you need anything…”

The way he was looking at me, the way the sun was glowing around him, it set off something in my head. I had a flash of him standing just like that, but there was something different about his expression. He was upset. Not angry. Sad.

Why would he be sad?

And then it was gone.

Xander

I closed the door and left her alone. It was nice to talk to her like this again. I’d missed the back and forth we used to share so easily. Before everything changed, it’d always been so easy to be with her.

I had to believe we were going to get back to that.

I went back to the sitting room and poured myself a drink. I stood there and stared at it for a while, thinking about everything that had happened. Had I done everything I should have done? Should I have tried harder to contact her parents? I knew they’d be angry when they found out what had happened, that I didn’t try everything I could to get word to them. But they were the ones who insisted on taking these cruises without their cellphones. They made it clear they didn’t want to be disturbed under any circumstances.

But I knew these were special circumstances and they would have come home immediately had they known. And then they would have taken Harley back to Texas with them.

That was the last thing I wanted. It was bad enough that she couldn’t remember me. I didn’t want them making sure that was a permanent condition.

I stepped out onto the back porch and made my way slowly down to the pool. How many times had I stood out here these last few months, thinking about Harley? Thinking about everything that had happened and everything that should have happened? How many times had I stood on the balcony outside of our bedroom and watched her swim here? I didn’t even like to swim, didn’t like the chlorine clinging to my body. I planned on having the pool filled in from the moment I bought the house; I just hadn’t gotten around to it. But Harley was so excited to see it when she moved in. And it was an amazing sight to wake up to every morning, the sight of her in a bikini, cutting through the water in perfect form. Almost as amazing as waking to her sleeping form pressed against my body.

I missed her. I wanted my Harley back. The doctor assured me that her memory would like return with time. I wasn’t sure if I should be hoping for that, or if I should just hope that she would fall in love with me all over again, the past gone and forgotten.

I swallowed my drink and turned to go back inside. I had phone calls I needed to make. Things at the office had become chaotic during my impromptu absence. But then I caught sight of her sitting by the sliding glass doors in her room, watching me.

What was she thinking? Was she afraid of me? Was she curious?

I tried to imagine how I would feel in her place. But I couldn’t.

***

“She’s here?”

I leaned against the front door and stared down at Margaret. “Where else would she go? She can’t remember the last five years of her life.”

“Home? Don’t you think she should be in Texas with her family? With the people she does remember?”

“I’m her family, too.”

“But she doesn’t remember you, Xander. And when she does, do you really think you’re the one she’s going to want to find herself dependent on?”

“Go home, Margaret. The doctor said it wouldn’t be a good idea to introduce her to too many people at once.”

I started to close the door, but she pushed against it, brushing past me as she burst into the house.

“Where is she?”

“Resting.”

“Where? Upstairs? Don’t you think it’s a little soon for a reunion?”

“She’s in the guest bedroom out back.” I shot her a dark look. “Do you really think I’m that cruel?”

“I don’t know. We’ve had a few interesting experiences in our time together. I wouldn’t put it past you.”

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at her. “What do you want me to do, Margaret? I’ve already bled for you. There isn’t much more I can do.”

She ignored me, going to the small bar in the corner and pouring herself a glass of wine.

“Help yourself.”

“I always have.”

Margaret was a handful. She always has been.

We’d known each other since we were kids. Her father was a named partner in the law firm my mother had worked for since I was little. Thirty years she put in there, and she was still going strong. My mom would take me to work sometimes when there was a school holiday and she couldn’t arrange for a babysitter. When my mom’s boss caught me hiding under her desk one afternoon, he mentioned that he had a kid whose nanny wasn’t always as efficient as he would have liked. He suggested that my mom inform him when she was going to bring me to work so he could bring in his daughter and we could hang out together.

It was the beginning of a volatile relationship that I was afraid would never end.

We fought like cats and dogs, but if someone tried to separate us, we would turn our claws on them. As we grew older, we started going to the same schools. Margaret’s father arranged for me to get into Margaret’s private schools on scholarship because he said I was the only thing that could control her. We were inseparable. We were brother and sister, friends, lovers. We were just about everything to each other two people could be.

And now she was trying to play my conscience.

“I don’t need you marching in here, telling me what I can and cannot do.”

“Someone needs to. Does your mother know what’s going on?”

“Of course.”

“She can’t be terribly happy about it.”

“She’s just worried about Harley. Like the rest of us.”

“I’m worried about her, too. That’s why I think this is a terrible idea.”

“Harley loves me. We were supposed to be married this summer. She’ll remember that in time.”

“I’m sure. But I’m also sure she’ll remember some of the other things that happened this summer. And what will you do then?”

“I’ll deal with it when it comes up.”

“When what comes up?”

I turned, my heart sinking. Harley had just rolled her wheelchair into the room.

And she was staring at Margaret with something like recognition.

Harley

It was the woman from my dream.

It was so vivid…me standing in a bridal store, wearing a dress I would never wear in a million years. And she was sitting in a chair, watching. She never said anything. She just watched. But I knew…I just, I felt her judgment as she watched.

“Who are you?”

The woman seemed a little surprised that I knew how to talk, or something. She was holding a glass of wine, but the glass was shaking a little. I didn’t understand why she should be so nervous to see me.

“This is Margaret,” Xander said. “She’s an old friend of mine.”

“Margaret.” I thought it might feel familiar on my tongue, but it didn’t. But I knew her. Why else would she have appeared in my dreams if I didn’t?

“You were working on a project with her,” Xander continued. “You were painting a mural in a community center she was renovating for the kids in West Hollywood.”

“A mural?”

“It was part of the reason you moved to Los Angeles.”

I couldn’t remember. It was so frustrating because I knew it was right there, but I couldn’t remember it.

The woman took a long swallow of her wine and set the glass down on the narrow bar.

“I should go,” she said.

“No, please. Don’t let me interrupt.”

She looked at me, her face suddenly very pale.

“We’re we friends?”

She nodded slowly. “We were. I was to be one of your bridesmaids.”

I nodded slowly. “Did we go look at dresses together?”

If it was possible for her face to get paler, it did then.

“Once,” she said so quietly I almost missed it.

She seemed so…guilty. What did she have to be guilty about?

I had so many questions, but she turned to Xander and kissed his cheek lightly, whispering something near his ear as she did. Then she turned to me, a forced smile on her lips. “I have to go. But I’ll come back sometime to see you.”

And then she was gone in a puff, leaving even Xander staring at her wake.

“Did I do something to her?”

Xander shook his head. “Margaret is something of a character. She’s always acting oddly.”

“The two of you are close?”

A sudden caution came into his expression.

“We’ve known each other most of our lives.”

“Were you ever romantically involved?”

Now it was his turn to pale. He came over to me and slipped behind my wheelchair, pushing me toward the kitchen. “It’s time for your medication.”

“It won’t upset me if you talk to me about your romantic past.”

“You always said you didn’t want to know about it.”

“I did?”

“Yeah. You told me you would rather just start from the beginning of us and pretend like the past no longer existed.”

“That’s an odd thing for me to say.”

“Yes, well, Philip’s betrayal really scarred you. You didn’t want to know anything about my past that might change the way you felt about me, I guess.”

“I suppose that makes sense. But wouldn’t it have been better for me to know so that there wouldn’t be any surprises?”

“Yeah, well, I guess that never occurred to either of us.”

There was something in his voice when he said that; it caused me to wonder if there was something in his past that could have, or did, change the way I felt about him. But he changed the subject before I could push it any further.

***

I was having that dream again. It was odd because I knew it was a dream. But it also felt like a memory—even though I don’t remember it actually happening.

That woman was there. We were in the bridal shop and I was wearing that hideous dress. This time we were laughing, as though it was some great joke. She said something, but I didn’t quite hear what it was she said. And then the dream shifted.

We were in a cavernous room that was so large our voices were echoing off the walls.

“I can’t believe you would betray me that way! Why wouldn’t you tell me something like that? I thought we were friends. You were supposed to be a part of my wedding for God’s sake!”

“It wasn’t my place to tell you. Xander should have done it.”

“But we worked together all this time—”

“I thought he’d already told you. I thought you were okay with it.”

“Well, you thought too much.”

“It was a lifetime ago, Harley. It’s been over so long that it doesn’t even feel like it was part of this life.”

“But it was. And neither of you felt the need to tell me.”

I had no idea what we were arguing over; yet, the emotions roaring through my body were very real. There were tears streaming down my face, and my fists were clutched at my side—tight enough that I could feel the ache in my fingers. And the rage in my chest…it wasn’t just anger. It was rage. I don’t think I’d ever felt emotion quite like that ever before.

It was so intense that it pulled me out of the dream, out of sleep all together. I sat up, my breath coming in small, awkward puffs.

“Xander.”

His name was on my lips before I even realized he was on my mind. But the moment I spoke it, my body began to ache for him in a way I couldn’t remember ever feeling. My body remembered him. My heart remembered him. And that scared me.

How could somebody love someone so much that even when the individual couldn’t remember that person, the body—the soul—could?