Wanderlove (15 page)

Every time I found out something about Gabe, I only wanted to know more and more. It was better just not asking.
Gabe is not yours
, I reminded myself for the millionth time. He just happens to be somewhat considerate of others (when he’s not being an arrogant ass). And that is the
only
reason he is checking up on me.

I was disappointed, but I knew there should be boundaries between us. And for Annika’s sake, I shouldn’t cross them. So I smiled, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice as I said, “Thank you. I appreciate it. But I swear I’m fine. I’m happy with Miriam.”

He nodded, solemnly. I wasn’t sure if he believed me or not this time. His face was as expressionless as it was that first day I met him on the docks, and he didn’t say anything.

“Thank you for inviting me. I hope you have a good night,” I said, retreating from the conversation.

“You’re welcome, Lola.”

There it was again. The way he said my name-it was so damned familiar. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it.

Thankfully, I managed to walk away before I said something stupid. Strange thing was, I could feel his eyes boring into my back as I left. Or maybe it was just my imagination, I didn’t know.

I didn’t look back to find out.

I was walking out of the bathroom when I heard them talking. They were standing in front of the corridor and didn’t notice me when I approached.

I stopped in my tracks as soon as I heard my name. Carefully, I moved closer to the wall, attempting to make myself inconspicuous so no one could catch me spying.

“My brother wouldn’t tell me anything about her. . .Lo-la. Ugh. Just her name makes me sick.”

It was Molly’s voice speaking. Except this time, her voice didn’t hold the same ring of insincerity I heard in it before. This time she sounded completely honest.

I guess it didn’t surprise me that it was Annika’s voice I heard next.

“It’s okay, Mol. He told me everything last night.”

“What did he say to you?”

Annika sighed. “Long story. But to sum it up really prettily, it doesn’t have a happy ending for Gabe and me.”

I peeked around the corner. I could only view Molly’s features from where I was standing. And her eyes were slit as if she were seething.

“Who does she think she is, anyway, coming here and screwing everything up? I was supposed to be your bridesmaid, for crying out loud.” Pouting, she added, “I had your entire wedding planned out.”

“She doesn’t know, supposedly.”

Molly choked on her champagne. Coughing, she asked, “What do you mean she doesn’t
know
?”

“Apparently she doesn’t have her memories.”

Molly’s eyes widened, and her brow furrowed subsequently. “Oh, what a load of crap. I don’t believe that for a second. And even if it was true-and that’s a really big
if
, she still just can’t show up and start causing trouble for you.”

“I agree, but there’s nothing I can do about it now.”

Molly twirled a curl of blonde hair in her fingers as she scanned the ballroom. “Where is she, anyway? Maybe I can have security toss her out on her ass.” Molly giggled, amused by her own suggestion. “I’d have to do it while no one is looking, of course.”

“No, don’t,” Annika said. “It’s not worth it and my grandmother would know. Not that I really care what Miriam thinks right now. I know she’s been lying to me this whole time.”

“Why do you think so?”

Annika shook her head. “I just have this feeling. And my feelings are never usually wrong.”

Molly smoothed Annika’s hair. “I’m sorry, Anni. My brother is a dumb jerk for breaking your heart.”

I couldn’t tell, but I think Annika smiled at Molly’s comment.

“And if it makes you feel better,” Molly continued, “I don’t know what Gabe sees in that girl, anyway. Did you know she’s of Moori blood? It’s disgusting. All
that
family is known for is for thieving and whoring. But they dress it up real nicely by classifying themselves as ‘entertainers.’”

My hands balled into tight fists at my sides. A rush of heat warmed my face and neck. After hearing what I’d just heard, I was itching to smash my fist into Molly’s bratty little face. Even though I’d never been really good at throwing punches, I figured I could probably do some damage to her if I put my whole body into it. She was tiny, after all. I bet I could even knock her to the ground.

I stomped into the carpet, trying to vent some of my anger. It was taking everything I had in me not to go over there where she stood. It was one thing to talk about me. But how dare she talk about my family that way! Who did she think she was?

Okay, well
some
of it was true. I could admit that to myself. But most of it was way over-exaggerated and entirely uncalled for.

It pissed me off even more when I felt a stinging at my eyes. I couldn’t believe I’d let her upset me to this extent. It also bothered me to no end that I didn’t understand half of what they were talking about. What did she mean when she said she didn’t know what Gabe sees in me? He’d never acted like he was even remotely interested in me before. Okay, so he showed up at Miriam’s house last night to rescue me. But how could Molly and Annika think that he had some kind of hidden agenda for doing so? How could they believe there was any other reason beyond the fact that Gabe was just being a nice guy? Geez, he was just doing the right thing! Anyone who was good and who had the kind of sight Gabe possessed would have done the same. As far as I was concerned, I believed they were looking way too far into it.

But then there were those other things they said. . .about me not knowing and not having my memories.

No one knew that about me. . .so how did they? And out of all people, how on earth would Gabe know that I didn’t have my memories? I contemplated on whether or not I’d ever told Miriam before. I didn’t think I did, but then again, I didn’t remember it ever being brought up.

Zetta knew. My father knew. I was pretty sure they were the
only
people who did. Did either of them ever tell Miriam? My head was starting to hurt from all the confusion.

I decided to look for a server in order to grab another glass of champagne. At least for now, I had my temper under control. I should probably stay away from Molly-and her security guards, for that matter.

I wanted answers to my questions and I really didn’t feel like waiting. I thought about approaching Gabe outright, but I didn’t know what I would say.

I could just picture myself now, saying something along the lines of,
So while I was spying on Molly and Annika, I heard some interesting things and I was wondering if you could explain them.
I could almost guarantee that wasn’t the best way to get answers.

I supposed I could approach Miriam about it. Annika did mention something about her knowing more than what she’d let onto. But I figured it should probably wait until after the party or maybe even tomorrow. I didn’t want to ruin Miriam’s fun and at the same time, I felt like I needed a clear head in order to process whatever she could tell me. I was tired of feeling like I didn’t know what the hell was going on. I wanted to make sure she would spill whatever she knew.

Eventually, I found a server carrying a champagne tray right as I bumped into Drew Baskerfield. It seemed he was headed for the same tray.

“Hey, there.” He smiled at me, making him appear much more handsome. “Did you change your mind about dancing?”

I smiled back, happy to be around his carefree nature for the moment. He was just being nice. And after listening to people talk shit about me behind my back for the last few minutes, it felt really good to know that someone was being genuinely sweet to me. And maybe I’d been too hard on Drew earlier. What would one dance hurt, anyway? It was a party, after all. . .

Thankfully, it turned out that I wasn’t completely horrible at dancing. I even thought it was kind of fun. “Okay, so you have to follow my lead,” Drew had informed me, thinking it was a great responsibility to teach someone to dance for the first time.

“Do you even know what you’re doing?” I asked when he accidentally stepped on my foot.

“Ahem.” Drew coughed. “I was just making sure you were paying attention to my instructions.”

I laughed. Eventually, we picked up the beat and he led me into a waltz. It was really nice. It felt very classic, very regal, just like I’d imagined a dance at a ball would be like. And later on, the band played some modern music and we just decided to go crazy, making up our own dance moves. Between the laughing and the dancing, I was having a blast. And it almost made me forget everything else. I almost forgot about Gabe.

Almost.

Casually, Drew mentioned, “He’s going to kill me, you know.”

“Who is?”

The band started playing a ballad. He took me by the waist and led me in for a slow dance. Our breathing was still heavy from jumping around during the last song.

“Gabe.”

“What, why?”

“Well, for one, he is staring daggers at me right now. I kind of get the feeling that it has something to do with you.”

I looked around Drew’s head. Sure enough, Gabe stood not far from the dance floor, leaning casually against the wall and staring directly at us. He was surrounded by a group of people. One guy appeared like he was trying to get Gabe’s attention, though it was lost on him.

I looked back to Drew, shrugging my shoulders. At the same time, an unexplained feeling of exhilaration crept through my stomach-as if I were delighted by the fact that Gabe was paying so much attention to me.

“I have no idea why he cares who I’m dancing with,” I said to Drew. “Maybe he’s just lost in thought?”

“Hmm. . .is that why he’s headed this way right now?”

I leaned over Drew’s shoulder, trying to get a better look. Gabe wasn’t leaning against the same wall anymore. I scanned the ballroom, but couldn’t find him anywhere in sight.

“Sorry, Baskerfield. Lola promised me her next dance.”

I stilled, feeling the reverberations of his deep voice grab me with each word. He’d snuck up on us from behind. Drew appeared flustered with Gabe all but cutting in on him like that. He grumbled as he walked away, but surprisingly didn’t contend the issue. He simply left, without even waiting for my own consent to this supposed dance I’d promised Gabe.

I frowned, unhappy with the situation. In fact, I was confused as hell and getting more and more tired of it by the minute. “I most certainly did not promise--”

“Save your arguments, Lola. He’s already gone.”

And with that said Gabe took hold of my hand and pulled me towards the veranda.

“What’s the matter?” he asked. “Afraid I’ll ruin your shoes with my clumsy feet?”

I wasn’t sure why, but I was enormously intrigued. I decided to be honest with Gabe by asking, “Why do you want to dance with me?”

He shrugged. “I happen to enjoy dancing every now and then. Also, I asked the band to play the next piece. I figured I should show my appreciation.”

As soon as he said it, the tune of a piano started to play. Gabe pulled me towards him, placing one of my arms along his shoulder and taking my free hand in his. I felt a small tingle travel down the length of my spine. I had never been this close to him before. Inexplicably, it was almost like there was an electric current within the warmth of his hand.

“That doesn’t explain why you asked me,” I pointed out. “You could have asked any number of girls.”

“You were already dancing, and you looked like you were enjoying it.”

I lifted a brow, still very curious about his actions, but he was making it obvious he wasn’t going to take my questions seriously.

Without thinking, I asked, “Do you like me?”

As soon as the words were out of my mouth, I immediately regretted the question. I figured I could shock him by being blunt. But I ended up only shocking myself.

Gabe only smiled, but the smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Of course I like you, Lola,” he answered me.

I swallowed. “You know what I meant.”

I was suddenly caught off guard by a harmony within the music being played. It brought on an achingly recognizable impression within me. Like I had instinctively known how the next verse sounded. I halfway closed my eyes, concentrating on the sound. A hidden meaning felt so close, like if I could just reach out and grasp it, I might understand. . .

“The tune of this music sounds so familiar,” I mentioned aloud.

“I doubt you know it. It’s not a common piece.”

“No, I don’t think I’ve heard it before.”

Very slowly, he twirled me underneath his arm. His eyes never left mine for a moment.

Those eyes.

It was difficult to understand; it was as if looking into Gabe’s eyes was like looking into a million different emotions. There was so much depth, and the darkness of his eyes didn’t conceal it.

As the distant melody of the lullaby hummed on, something strange happened.

There was a part of the music that triggered it. In my head, I could hear words being sung aloud, even though there were no words being sung. Suddenly, an image struck me hard.

It was
him
.

It was. . .Gabe.

I could see him vividly. We were in some sort living room. It was raining outside and I was sprawled across a cushioned window seat, lazily watching water droplets trickle down the length of the windowpanes. And that’s when I heard the baritone of his voice. He was singing. For some reason, the sound of his voice made me smile. . .it was because the song was for me. I instinctively knew this.

Turned, I noticed him about two feet away from me, sitting at a pianoforte. His face-his beautiful face didn’t hold the grave expression I'd become used to. He was actually smiling. Singing and smiling.

“You look like you just saw a ghost.”

Reality. It washed over me quickly as the beautiful dream vanished.

I looked up into Gabe’s eyes, noticing his anxious expression. I wondered if he was waiting for me to speak.