“That’s Gram,” Luke said.
“What?”
“On special occasions, she appears as Millie Moose,” Rae said. “The mascot of Moose-a-lotta. You didn’t know?”
“I did not.” He shook his head. “My mother the moose. Beautiful.” He squeezed Luke’s shoulder. “Maybe you should swing around to the alley, son. We’ll take Rae in through the kitchen.”
Luke looked at Rae. “Your call.”
She peered through the windshield, blew out a breath. “I don’t want to run from this and I don’t want to make it any more of a show than it already is. Let’s just do it.”
“The direct approach,” Jerome said. “I like your style, Rae.”
“Me, too,” Luke said. He squeezed her thigh and smiled. “Just remember everything Harper told you.” He plucked up his own phone then. “Yeah, Dev? We’re about a block and a half away. Looks a little dicey out here and we’re coming in the front. Think you and Jayce could lend a hand? Thanks.”
“Lend a hand with what?” Rae asked.
“Keeping you safe.” Luke held her gaze a meaningful moment then rolled his SUV toward the action.
“It’s kind of exciting,” Kaye said.
“My mother would eat this up,” Rae said. She got a weird feeling the moment the words left her mouth. A
bad
feeling. But Luke had already parked and suddenly she was in the thick of it. Rae was bombarded by the paparazzi. If she hadn’t spied Dev and Jayce and Sam moving her way, she might have panicked. Along with Luke and his parents, the men shielded her as best they could. While several cameramen snapped away, questions flew at her from every which way.
“Is it true that you’re engaged to a bartender, Ms. Deveraux? Is this the man?”
“What do you think of your mother’s latest—”
“Why China—”
“Are these your bodyguards? Why—”
“Miss Rachel! Miss Rachel!”
A small voice broke through the chaos. Rae scanned the crowd and saw one of her former students waving madly. She immediately broke from her protective pack and stooped in front of the small girl. Jill McBride. “Jilly! How are you sweetie?”
“Mommy says you’re going to make our school be open again.”
“Yes, I am.” She glanced up at Mrs. McBride, a single mother who relied heavily on affordable day care. “Hopefully by the end of the month.”
The woman smiled down at Rae then winced when photographers swarmed.
Rae shielded mother and child and cautioned the paparazzi in her most patient tone. “No pictures of minors please.” To her relief they backed off, only to regroup as Luke and family steered her into Moose-a-lotta. Once inside all she’d have to deal with was crew from
Vermont Today.
But then she felt a shift in energy and focus. She heard excited squeals.
“Is that—”
“It is.”
“It’s her!”
“Can I have your autograph, Miss Deveraux?”
And they didn’t mean Rae.
It couldn’t be but it was. Sick to her stomach, Rae turned and saw Olivia striding her way. Flanked by professional bodyguards, wearing an ankle-length fur coat and huge dark sunglasses, the has-been starlet looked like an older version of Jennifer Lopez.
She was in Rae’s face in three seconds flat. “You thought you could avoid me by ignoring my calls?”
“Back off,” Luke said.
“Easy,” Dev said.
“After all I’ve done for you and this is how you treat me? If you think I’m one of those Hollywood mothers who’s going to turn a blind eye to her kid’s mental meltdown then think again.”
Mental meltdown?
Suddenly Harper was at her side, whispering in her ear. “Don’t respond in anger. Say nothing.” Then she turned to Sam. “Get this inside.” Then to the swarm of photographers. “Gentlemen of the press…”
Harper’s words disintegrated into an indistinguishable buzz as Luke hustled Rae into the café.
Unfortunately, Olivia followed. “You ungrateful, sneaky bitch!”
“Whoa,” Luke said. “That’s enough.”
“You’re as bad as she is,” Olivia said to Luke. “You came into my home,
my
home, pretending to be some mercenary from China.”
Squeezing Rae’s hand, Luke calmly stared down her mother. “I didn’t pretend to be anyone. And I’m asking you nicely, Ms. Deveraux, please leave and don’t come back.”
Olivia barked a laugh. “What? Are you in
love
with my daughter? Do you actually think she has feelings for you? A
bartender
? She’s an heiress, pretty boy. Wake up and smell the coffee.”
“Stop,” Rae ordered.
“That’s enough, Ms. Deveraux,” Jerome said. He glared at her bodyguards. “Dev, call Sheriff Stone.”
“Does your boyfriend know about your boy toys?” Olivia pressed.
Rae palmed her forehead. “What?”
“Are the cameras rolling?” she heard someone ask.
“No cameras.” Suddenly Harper was back in the mix, demanding control.
Rae tried to concentrate on Harper. On Luke. But she was keenly aware of an audience. Although the paparazzi and several reporters had been shut out, Rae was surrounded by the crew of
Vermont Today,
the members of the Cupcake Lovers and, most keenly, Luke’s family.
“No wonder you refused to join me for several Christmas and New Year’s celebrations,” Olivia said as she reached into her ginormous designer purse. “You were too busy boffing boy toys. In
my
home,” she emphasized while presenting Rae with several photographs.
The low buzz in Rae’s ears had intensified to a roar. She flipped though the compromising photos—appalled. “This isn’t me,” she said in a choked whisper.
“And if that wasn’t bad enough, you came on to Geoffrey!
My
husband. Your stepfather! Don’t deny it. The one Christmas party you attended with me and you drank too much. Geoffrey drove you home and you made a play.”
“No,” Rae said. “That was last Christmas and it wasn’t like that. Geoffrey came on to me. I refused. I—”
“You,” Olivia said, “are a pathological liar.”
Meanwhile Luke had taken the ugly photos from her limp fingers. “Not me,” she said, dying inside as she saw the hurt in his eyes.
“You thought you were her one and only, Bartender Boy?” Olivia asked. “Days after she’d been with you she was screwing random men in my home. The pictures prove it.”
“No comment,” Harper said.
“My face, my room, not me,” Rae said, feeling weirdly disconnected from her body.
“Photos are easily manipulated,” Jayce said, taking the pictures from Luke.
“We’re done with this,” Jerome said. “Devlin? Jayce?”
Rae was vaguely aware of Dev, Jayce, and Sam ushering Olivia and her muscle from the café. Somewhat sensitive to the shock and curiosity emanating from the Cupcake Lovers. But mostly Rae was keenly and painfully aware of a moment of doubt in Luke’s eyes. A moment in which he wondered if she’d screwed around, an intoxicated one-night stand like the one she’d had with him. A moment when he wondered if the baby was really his.
That moment shattered Rae’s spirit far more than Olivia ever could. That moment closed her in and down.
THIRTY-THREE
Valentine’s Day.
To think it used to be one of Luke’s favorite days of the year. This time last year, he had three girlfriends. Pretty much his status quo. He’d lavished attention on all three. Flowers, candy, and a card. Champagne. He’d juggled three separate dates beautifully, devoted equal attention to all three ladies.
Luke Monroe had a lotta love to give.
Today, he had nothing. Just a big freaking hole in his chest where his heart used to be.
He’d screwed up. A split second of doubt had ruined a lifetime of happiness.
Rae had shut him out.
That damned stipulation.
“
If even one of us is unhappy in this exclusive relationship … It only takes one to end it.
”
She hadn’t ended it. Not officially. But she wouldn’t see him. Wouldn’t even speak to him. It sure as hell felt like the end because Luke couldn’t see his way past the damage he’d inflicted. Rae had told him from the start that she rarely shared her feelings, rarely trusted, because she was always disappointed in the end.
She’d trusted Luke. Granted, for reasons he didn’t fully understand, she’d withheld details regarding a sexual confrontation with her stepfather. But she had shared her carefully guarded feelings pertaining to her inability to trust. Her lack of genuine, meaningful relationships. Her lonely childhood. The hurt she’d experienced as an unwanted child and her hopeful efforts to somehow bond with her mother.
In addition to bearing her soul to Luke, she’d confided portions of her hardships with his family and with the Cupcake Lovers. She’d been ready to share a carefully worded version on television, all in an effort to quell a negative force and to do a lot of good.
Luke had shattered that trust with a split second of doubt. Those damned photos had done him in. Rae’s face, that sweet, beautiful face … and those other men. Jealously had ripped through him like a wildfire, incinerating logical thought. He’d reverted to that moment when he’d felt used, when he’d confronted her in Bel Air, when she’d blown him off and thrown back shots of tequila in that bar. He’d allowed her mother’s insults to attack his confidence.
The bartender and the heiress
.
“Dammit.”
Luke stumbled from his fridge to his recliner, beer bottle in hand. Several empty bottles cluttered the counter and the cocktail table. He’d started drinking late last night with Adam and Kane. He’d told them he was going to crash when they left around one in the morning. He’d lied.
Just as he dropped into his recliner, someone pounded on his door.
Luke ignored it. It wasn’t Rae. Rae wouldn’t pound. Or maybe she would. Maybe she was ready to tear him a new one. He’d welcome her fury to silence any day.
Bleary-eyed, Luke dragged his drunk ass to the door.
Not Rae.
Fuck
.
He could ignore them, but they’d only break down his door.
He twisted the knob, falling back as his dad, Dev, Jayce, and Sam shoved in.
His dad glared at the bottle in Luke’s hand then glared at Luke. “It’s eight in the morning, son. Little early to hit the bottle.”
“He’s still on a tear from last night,” Dev said. He nabbed the bottle from Luke. “Adam called me this morning, worried about your state of mind.”
“Why haven’t you answered our calls?” Sam asked.
“Have you seen Rae?” Luke asked.
“She’s staying with Casey,” Sam said. “Harper spent time with her last night, devising a plan. Damage control. It’s what Harper does, Luke, and she’s good at it.”
“Chloe spoke with Rae this morning,” Dev said. “She’s fine. Holding up anyway. I have a meeting with her later this morning. She’s dumping her lawyer in L.A. and hiring me as her financial advisor.”
Luke swayed a little on his feet, squeezed the bridge of nose struggling for a clear thought. “She’s staying in Sugar Creek?”
Sam glared. “You thought she’d give up on her dream that easily? Don’t you know Rae at all?”
Jerome growled in frustration. “I’ll put on a pot of coffee. Jayce, fill my son in on what you learned. And Luke, for God’s sake, focus.”
Luke felt himself being hauled into the living room by Dev and Sam. They dumped him on the couch then started clearing away bottles.
“The photos were definitely manipulated,” Jayce said as he sat across from Luke. “Rae’s head superimposed on another woman’s body.”
“Why?”
“I did some digging. Pretty confident this is part of a scheme Olivia and Geoffrey cooked up in order to gain control of Rae’s fortune.”
“Making her seem incompetent,” Dev said. “Mentally unstable.”
“Stein’s loaded,” Luke said. “Why would he need Rae’s money?”
“With men like that,” Sam said, “it’s also about control.”
“And maybe revenge,” Dev added. “Rae reiterated to Chloe that Stein made the sexual advance. Rae spurned his attentions and he threatened to crush her if she outed him.”
Luke’s blood burned just thinking about it, mangling any semblance of clear thought. “She should have told me.”
“So you could knock the bastard’s block off?” Dev asked. “That’s exactly why she didn’t tell you. She was trying to protect you from Stein’s wrath.”
“As for Olivia,” Jayce said, “it’s about attention. That act she put on yesterday? You can bet she had an orgasm with all those cameras firing.”
“The woman’s whacked,” Dev said. “And Rae’s dealing with the fallout while you’re getting trashed.”
“I tried calling. I tried…” Chest aching, thoughts blurred, Luke dropped his head in his hands. “She won’t talk to me. Doesn’t want to see me.”
“Oh, hell,” Jerome said as he came back into the room.
“Coffee’s not going to do it, Dad,” Dev said.
“I got this,” Sam said.
Next thing Luke knew, he was swaying in the downstairs shower stall. “Don’t—”
Sam turned the faucet on full blast and pinned Luke against the tiles as the freaking ice cold water pounded Luke into lucidness. “Got your attention?” Sam asked.
“I love her, Sam.”
“Then fight for her, dammit.”
“How?”
“Patience.”
THIRTY-FOUR
February 15
Rocky kicked off her morning, as was her routine, with a glass of OJ and a four-mile run alongside Jayce and Brewster. Unfortunately, the physical exertion did nothing to dispel the anxiety that had been building inside of her for the past few days. This was her wedding day and it wasn’t like anything she’d ever dreamed.
Yes, everything was set. Everything was going according to plan. The Cupcake Lovers hadn’t forgotten about making her cake. But instead of a joyful task, while baking up delicious perfection, they’d all battled the shock and sadness of seeing Rae humiliated by her whacko mother.