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Authors: Cheryl Holt

Tags: #Romance, #Contemporary

Love Me (11 page)

“Hey Ken,” Matt called.  “Where are you?”

“In the kitchen.”

Matt led her to the rear of the house.  Ken was at the table, his usual perch in the middle of the afternoon.  Fresh air blew in the window so he could breathe more easily.  He snatched up his inhaler and stuffed it in his pocket.  Out of sight.  Out of mind.

“I brought someone with me,” Matt told him.

Ken stared at Brittney, then shook his head.  “I’ll be damned.”

“Brittney,” Matt said, “this is Ken Scott.  Ken, this is Brittney Merriweather.”

“Hi, Ken,” she replied.

“Aren’t you pretty as a picture?” Ken responded as Matt muttered, “Ken, the poet.”

Ken pointed to the chair opposite.  “Sit down, honey.  Take a load off.”

She assessed him, realizing there was more happening than a peculiar visit with an aging, ill man. 

“Have we met before?” she asked Ken.  “You look so familiar.”

“No, we haven’t met, but I’ve been hoping you’d stop by.  I’m so glad you’re finally here.”

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Talk to me.”

Andrew grabbed his phone, expecting to hear his secretary’s voice, so he was momentarily startled when he heard Jacquelyn Merriweather’s instead.

“Andrew?”

“Jacquelyn?  This is a…surprise.”

In the six months of his engagement to Brittney, he’d interacted with Jacquelyn on exactly two occasions.  Shortly after he’d proposed, he and Brittney had flown to Santa Fe to meet Jacquelyn and had spent three tension-filled days in her home.  By the time they’d left for New York, Brittney had been a nervous wreck. 

A few weeks later, Jacquelyn had travelled to New York unannounced.  She’d invited him to dinner, which he’d understood was her way of checking him out.

He’d known how to impress her. 
He
had made the arrangements, had wined and dined her to such an extravagant degree that her head had to still be spinning.

After their encounter, she’d told Brittney that she highly approved of Brittney’s choice.  Andrew considered it a point of personal pride that he was about to be the favored son-in-law.

“Is Brittney with you?” Jacquelyn asked.

“I’m at my office, Jacquelyn.  Brittney isn’t here.”

“Oh, of course not.  But is she staying with you?  She usually uses the family apartment when she’s in New York, but I just spoke with the maid there, and she claims they haven’t seen her.”

“I had a message from her a few days ago.”  He’d been hiding out with his uncle and his lawyers and not about to return any frivolous phone calls.  “She said she was coming, but she never arrived.  I simply assumed she was still in Colorado.”

“Hmm…”

“What’s wrong?”

“Probably nothing.”

“Tell me.”

“She …ah…we were at lunch, and she walked off in the middle of the meal.  She never stopped by the mansion afterward, so I figured she went straight to the airport.”

“Well, she’s not in New York.  Not that I’m aware of anyway.”

“I’m sure she’s fine,” Jacquelyn murmured, convincing herself.

“I’m sure she is too,” he agreed.

“I was curious…”

“About what?”

“You
did
hire security for her.  Was there something I should know about that?”

An awkward pause ensued as she waited for details that would never be forthcoming.  He wasn’t about to mention stock fraud or grand juries or death threats. 

He and his uncle had discussed fleeing the country, creating new identities and vanishing into thin air, but he didn’t have the means to abscond.

Over the years, he’d squirreled away money in secret bank accounts, but he’d burned through it, trying to conceal his situation from investors.  He was broke, and if he took off, he wouldn’t have a fiscal cushion to soften the blow.  He wasn’t about to live like a pauper, so marriage to Brittney remained his only viable option.

“I’m a wealthy and important man,” he said by way of clarifying Brittney’s bodyguard. 

He couldn’t confess that he’d retained Talbot Security for himself—not for her—so there would be a team on the ground if he’d visited her in Colorado. 

“My husband was rich and important too,” Jacquelyn countered, “but he never had protection.”

“Times have changed, Jacquelyn.”

“He’s only been dead a year.  I don’t think they’ve changed that much.”

“I like to be cautious.”

“So your hiring of security was normal procedure?”

“Yes.”

“Is there any specific reason why someone might have taken her?”

“Taken her?” he scoffed.  “Are you serious?”  If anyone was about to be kidnapped,
he
was the one who would be snatched by some deranged crackpot.  “You’re worrying over nothing.  She’s probably gone off somewhere to be by herself.”

“She does that occasionally,” Jacquelyn mused.  “I might speak with her brothers, though, to get their opinion.”

“I wouldn’t bother them.  With all the wedding plans, she’s been under a lot of stress.  She needed a break.”

“That’s no excuse to disappear without a word.”

“We shouldn’t assume she disappeared.  There has to be an explanation for where she is.  She might be trying to call us right now.”

“You’ll let me know if you hear from her, won’t you?”

“Absolutely.”  At the last second, he remembered to say, “And you must notify me immediately if she shows up on your end.”

She hung up without a goodbye, leaving him with the distinct impression that he’d provided all the wrong answers.

*          *          *          *

“Who was on the phone?”

“My mother.”

“Your…mother?  Doesn’t she realize we’re on our honeymoon?”

“She wouldn’t consider that fact to be relevant.”

Amy peered over at Dustin. 

They were lounging on the patio of the family’s villa on the island of St. Martin’s in the Caribbean.  They were tucked away on a private bay, so they had the beach to themselves.   

The Merriweathers owned houses everywhere, their joint view being that they would never be so common as to check into a hotel for the night. 

When they travelled, which seemed to be constantly, they headed for spots where they owned property, where the maids kept the rooms in perpetual readiness in case a family member arrived unannounced.

Amy couldn’t get used to all the things Dustin took for granted.  Like hopping on an airplane and flying off to an exotic island just because you felt like it.  Like buying frivolous gifts for your wife just because they would make her happy.

Before she’d met him, she’d been poor all her life.  While she recognized that she was a modern-day Cinderella, she often wondered how that fairytale princess had managed to adjust to so many rapid changes.  They didn’t tell you that part of the story.

Amy spent all her time figuring out what sort of person she should be now.  It was so stinking easy to be rich, and she couldn’t lose sight of how she’d struggled in the past.

“What caused her to lower herself and call you?” Amy asked.

“She can’t find my sister.”

“Brittney is missing?”

“Not missing exactly.  My mother can’t find her.”

“She’s twenty-six.  Your mother doesn’t have to be informed of where she is every second.”

“I know, but I guess she left Colorado for New York, but she never got there.”

“That’s weird.”

“Remember that bodyguard who accompanied her to the wedding?”

“Matt Monroe?  Trust me:  He’s difficult to forget.”

She wiggled her brows, earning a scowl from her jealous, possessive spouse.

“Down girl,” he scolded.

“I’m down, I’m down.”

“Mother said that Andrew hired security for her.  I’m a little concerned.”

“Why?”

“I read an article in the paper.  He might be in some trouble.  There’s a huge financial scandal brewing, and rumor has it that he’s front and center.”

“Do you suppose Brittney’s heard about it?”

“I wouldn’t have any idea.  I hardly know her.”

He had the oddest relationship with his siblings, and it fascinated and annoyed Amy in equal measure. 

She was an only child, with no clue who her father had been and a mother who barely claimed her.  She’d give anything in the world to have a sister or a brother.

Dustin had one of each, but they acted like strangers.

“How bad is Andrew’s situation?” she asked.  “Could he be arrested?”

“Maybe.”

“You need to locate her then.  She should be told what’s happening.”

“If he’s involved in some type of fraud, she should think twice about marrying him.  Otherwise, she could be wading into a big mess.” 

“She certainly would be.  I’m nervous now.  Should we be worried about where she is?” 

Dustin brooded for a moment, then said, “I’ll call Lucas.  He’s there in Boulder.  He can deal with it.”

“Why didn’t your mother contact him in the first place?” 

Dustin flashed what she referred to as his
Duh!
look.  “She would never call Lucas.”

“Oh.  I forgot how they’re fighting.”

Dustin’s family was more dysfunctional than her own—if that was possible.  It was satisfying to learn that a rich person could be just as screwed up as a poor person.

Amy had never met his mother.  Jacquelyn refused to be introduced to Amy, and Dustin agreed it was for the best.  He was convinced Jacquelyn would be rude and condescending, that she’d hurt Amy’s feelings, so Amy hadn’t pushed the issue.  Why pursue an acquaintance with someone who was so patently unlikeable?

When she listened to Dustin and Lucas talk about their mother, she made it a point to keep her mouth shut.  She couldn’t fix the damage Jacquelyn had inflicted on her children, and she wouldn’t pretend to try. 

Dustin insisted Jacquelyn would die alone and unmourned, and Amy thought that was probably true.  She wondered if Jacquelyn would ever regret her behavior.

Most likely not.  Contrition would force her to admit she was in the wrong, and she was too vain to ever denounce herself for any misdeeds.

Amy stared out at the turquoise water, at the white sand beach.  She grinned at her husband.

“We don’t have to rush to Colorado to search for Brittney, do we?”

“No.  If my sister is lost, she’ll have to wait to be found.”

“Good.  I’m not ready to leave.”

“Besides, Lucas is the oldest—as he constantly likes to remind me.  He can take care of it.  It’s his turn.”

*          *          *          *

“Eggs and toast?”

“Just for you, bud.”

“Thank you, thank you!”

Jeremy raced to the kitchen table and started eating as if he was starved.

As Brittney watched him shovel in his food, she was overcome by the sweetest wave of affection.  He was such a great kid.

“You act as if you’ve never been fed before,” she said.

“Hey, with Ken and Matt cooking for me, meal’s are a dicey proposition.”

She chuckled.  “I completely understand.”

When Matt had brought her home to meet Ken, she’d assumed she would visit for an hour or two, but it had been five days, and she was in no hurry to leave.

Ken was in no hurry to have her go either.  They’d fallen into a comfortable routine that she was enjoying very much.  It seemed as if she’d lived with him forever, as if she belonged right where she was and nowhere else.

Just then, he staggered in.  He always looked gaunt in the morning.  He had trouble breathing at night, so he didn’t sleep well, and his fatigue was most apparent when he first got out of bed.

“Is that eggs I smell?” he hopefully inquired.

“I scrambled some for Jeremy,” she told him, “but I’ll make you an omelet if you want.”

“An omelet!”  He beamed as if she’d offered him gold from heaven.

“Sit down.”  She pointed to his chair, and he hastily obeyed.

She’d studied cooking in Paris and Rome, and she was good at it, but she never cooked.  It wasn’t worth the bother.  Usually, she stayed at one of the family’s properties, and each house had a permanent staff, so she never had to lift a finger.

It was refreshing to perform the simple chore, and Jeremy and Ken were so appreciative of her efforts.  For once in her life, she felt essential and necessary.

Jeremy wolfed down his last bite, then jumped up and grabbed his backpack.

“Thanks,” he said again.

“You’re welcome.”

“That was so great,” and he actually hugged her.

She mussed his hair, and he blushed and slipped away.  He scooted out the door to school, and the silliest emotion swept through her. 

He’d forced her to recognize that she might like to be a mother someday.  She hadn’t believed she’d ever be a parent—her own experience had been too awful—and she’d been afraid that Jacquelyn’s bad maternal tendencies might be catching. 

She and Andrew had shared the same opinion on the topic:  They weren’t interested in having kids.  But now, she was questioning everything.

As Andrew managed to slither into her thoughts, she shoved him away. 

She was trapped in the weirdest bubble, living with some guys she scarcely knew, and she was happier than she could ever remember being. 

She knew she should call her mother, but Jacquelyn would demand to know where she was, and Brittney couldn’t bear to tell her.  She’d yank Brittney to her senses, would insist that she come home where she belonged.

She had to call Andrew too.  She hadn’t flown to New York as she’d told him she would, so he had to be wondering where she was.  Yet she couldn’t bring herself to turn on her phone and talk to him either.

Once she made contact with the outside world, her intriguing idyll would end.  She’d have to go back to her real life, to her real family.  She’d have to break off her engagement, which would be painful and unpleasant.

It was easier to float in the fantasy where she had no ties or responsibilities and didn’t have to defend her actions.

She busied herself at the stove, whipping up Ken’s omelet, and she arranged it in front of him with a flourish.  Then she sat across from him, watching as he took a bite.

“Delicious,” he murmured.

“You like it?”

“Oh, yes.” 

He grinned in a way that reminded her of Matt. 

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