by J. Kenner
“They’re fabulous,” Ash says. “All three of them. And that son of a bitch stole them from me. I swear, I could kill him for that.”
“Don’t even joke about that,” Damien says. “Your uncle and I have both spent some terrifying hours on the wrong side of a murder charge.”
“My uncle. Holy shit. Jackson Steele’s my uncle.” He aims a sheepish grin at Damien. “I’m a fan. Would love to see him design a car.”
“You’ll meet him soon,” I tell him. “In the meantime, you’re not allowed to drink alcohol. So what’s your poolside poison? Water? Tea? Soda?”
“Tea’s great,” he says, then follows Damien to the patio as I head upstairs to get some sunscreen and the drinks.
By the time I get back down, Ryan’s walking in the front door. “Damien’s on the patio,” I say, then see his expression. “What’s wrong?”
“I’ll tell you when I tell Damien,” he says. “He alone?”
“Ash is with him.”
Ryan pauses. “Ashton Stone?”
I nod. “Long story. The short version is things are better between them, but he wrecked his car racing last night. Damien told him some unpleasant family history and he—”
“Wanted to burn off steam,” Ryan says, finishing my sentence. “Yeah. I imagine he did that right after he killed Jeremiah Stark.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
Damien’s voice explodes from the open patio door, and I look up to see Damien and Ash standing there.
Ryan visibly sags, his attention going to Ash. “Hell of a way to formally meet,” he says. “I’m Ryan Hunter. I’m—”
“Head of Security for Stark International. I know. What the hell did you just say about me and Jeremiah?”
“Jeremiah’s dead,” Ryan says flatly. “And according to the coroner, time of death is right about the time your image shows up on Jeremiah’s doorbell camera.”
“That’s crazy,” Ash says. “I mean, yes, I went to see him. To tell him what a total shit he was, but I didn’t kill the man.”
“Ash, sit,” I say. “You’re not well.”
He scowls, but does as I say, then turns to face Damien. “I swear I didn’t hurt him. Damien, you have to believe me.”
Damien draws a breath, then pinches the bridge of his nose. “Christ, this is on me,” he mutters.
“What?” I ask, but he shakes his head, his attention on Ryan.
“I need speak with you,” he says, then heads outside with Ryan beside him.
“I swear I didn’t kill him,” Ash says to me. “He doesn’t believe me, and why should he? He doesn’t even know me.”
“He does know you,” I say. “And he believes you.”
“How can you be so sure?”
I press a hand to his shoulder. “Because I know Damien.”
21
“I believe him,” Damien said, as Ryan leaned against the pool’s swim-up bar. “He didn’t kill Jeremiah.”
“Damien, I realize you and Ashton have turned things around. That you accept him as your son—”
“Accept and respect. And I trust him. It’s not him. He told me he visited, that’s not in question. But he didn’t kill him.”
“Hell of a coincidence.”
“Maybe not as much as you think. Christ, Ryan, I told Alaine everything yesterday. What Richter did. That my father knew.” He dragged his fingers through his hair. “He’d heard about the abuse when I went public before Nikki and I were married, but he didn’t know that my father knew the truth all along. And he sure as hell didn’t know that Sofia got pregnant.”
“I know he’s your friend, but why—”
“He loved Sofia. He’d had a huge crush on her all through our childhood. He dialed it back, of course, but it never faded. I don’t want him punished—not for killing a man like Jeremiah—but I can’t let Ash dangle on this hook.”
“No, of course not.” He sighed. “Let’s go talk to Alaine.”
Damien drove, with Ryan riding shotgun as he sent orders to his team to interview the neighbors on the chance that someone else was caught on camera approaching Jeremiah’s home.
It took about half an hour, but Damien had called ahead, and Alaine was waiting for him when they reached his Beverly Hills home.
“I don’t have much time before I need to get to the restaurant,” he said, once they were settled in Alaine’s home office. “What did you need to talk about?”
“Jeremiah’s dead,” Damien said bluntly.
Alaine’s eyes widened only slightly. “Good God. How?”
“Blunt force trauma. Someone hit him in the head with a sculpture he kept in the living room.”
“I—I would say I’m sorry, but I know how you felt about him.”
“I’m not sorry he’s dead,” Damien said. “I’m sorry that my son—Ash—is the San Diego police department’s only suspect.”
Alaine leaned back in his chair, the shock evident on his face. “Ash?”
“He was there. They have him on the doorbell camera. But Ash says he didn’t kill him, and I believe him.”
“But then—well—who did?”
“We don’t know.” Damien sighed, then shifted in the leather arm chair. “If we don’t find out, I’m afraid they’ll prosecute Ash. All things considered, they’d have a good case.”
He glanced at Ryan, who shook his head, signaling that so far none of the team had turned up any other surveillance footage in the neighborhood.
“To be honest, Alaine, we’re here because of what our own private investigation has found. Not on the doorbell camera, but from security footage from the neighbors. There’s evidence that we think will exonerate Ash. And we’re hoping that the actual perpetrator turns himself in before my son is put on trial for something he didn’t do.”
Ryan’s brows rose subtly, but he didn’t question Damien’s lie. He just sat back, and continued working his phone.
“I understand,” Alaine said. “But I’m not sure why you’re here.”
Damien’s gut twisted with both doubt and fear. What if he was wrong, and Alaine had nothing to do with Jeremiah’s murder? What if it was random, and they never found the culprit? For that matter, what if it was Ash, and Damien was wrong in trusting his son?
But no. As to the last, he did trust Ash. And if Alaine really was innocent, that was something to celebrate, because surely they’d find the true culprit.
“Damien?” Alaine pressed, rubbing his palms on his slacks. “I don’t understand why you came.”
“I thought you should know. After what I told you about how Jeremiah covered for Richter—how he facilitated that man’s abuse—I thought you deserved to hear from me personally.”
“Ah. Of course. I’m glad you did.” He glanced at his watch. “I’m so sorry. I need to get ready.”
“Of course.” Damien and Ryan rose.
“Keep me posted about the investigation?”
“We will,” Damien assured him, hoping his disappointment didn’t show in his voice. He’d been so certain that Alaine had killed Jeremiah, and now he had no idea how he was going to protect his son.
“So that’s it,” Damien said as he and Ryan approached the car. “We’ve got nothing. I need your team working around the clock.”
“Already on it,” Ryan said. “I promise you, Damien, we’ll—”
“Damien.”
He turned to find Alaine hurrying toward them. He stopped in front of Damien, his head shaking. “I loved that girl,” he began. “I did. She only had eyes for you, but I loved her.”
“I know, Alaine.”
He saw the tears streak his friend’s face. “Jeremiah Stark was a bad man. I don’t regret killing him, but I’m sorry if what I did hurt you, Damien. If it put your son at risk. That was never my intent. I used to be so damn jealous of the way you two were together. The way she looked at you.”
He closed his eyes and drew in a breath. “I didn’t understand until you released those photos wh
y you were so protective of her. And now—knowing how your father added to her pain—how he was able to keep getting away with it and away with it—well, I had to do it. And, yes, I’ll turn myself in.”
Damien had to force himself to stay calm and strong. To not sag with relief. “Thank you for telling me. You’re a stronger man than I am, Alaine,” he said, meaning every word. Because God knew Damien had wanted to rid the world of that man so many times. And yet it was Alaine who’d done it. Who’d avenged Sofia.
“Thank you,” Damien said softly. “And don’t worry about your defense. I’ll handle the costs. We’ll get you the best counsel. With the extenuating circumstances, you may not even have to serve time.”
“I wouldn’t have said anything if it weren’t for Ash being on the line,” Alaine admitted.
“I know,” Damien told him. “And the truth is, if Ash weren’t on the line, even if I had solid evidence that you killed Jeremiah, I would have kept it to myself. But he was there, and he is their prime suspect. And you’ve done right by Sofia’s boy by turning yourself in.”
“And yours,” Alaine said, and Damien nodded.
“Yes,” he said. “Thank you for exonerating my son.”
“Are you envious?” Nikki asked him later that night. It was just the two of them on the third floor, curled up on the couch in the living area. “That Alaine killed him, I mean. I know you don’t mourn the man.”
“Envious? No. I hated the man, but he was my father. There were times I wanted to kill him, that’s for sure. But actually doing it would have opened old wounds. So Alaine did me a favor.”
“As far as I’m concerned, it was a favor to the world.”
“Agreed,” Damien said. “And believe it or not, this isn’t what I want to talk about the first time I’ve been alone with my wife all day.”
“Oh, really? What do you want to talk about?”
“Surprisingly, I don’t want to talk at all.”
“Sounds good to —”
But he didn’t let her finish the sentence, cutting off her words with a kiss, then tumbling her back onto the sofa. Her hands closed on his head, pulling him closer, and in that moment, the only thing he wanted to think about was getting her out of those damn jeans so he could feel her beneath him.
He pushed up, then reached for the hem of her T-shirt, only to be stopped by a very loud ahem.
He turned as Nikki scrambled to sit up, only to find Ash looking sheepish at the top of the stairs.
He cleared his throat again, then muttered, “Sorry. I, uh, wanted to talk to you about something. I didn’t mean to interrupt.”
“Lara warned you,” Nikki said, and the awkwardness vanished.
“She did,” Ash said. “She’s going to be a handful.”
“Don’t we know it?” She glanced between the two of them. “Should I leave you guys alone?”
Ash shook his head. “No, please. It’s a—well, it’s a family thing.”
Nikki nodded, then twined her fingers with Damien’s.
“What’s up?” he asked, those words—a family thing—settling happily inside him.
“It’s about my system. About the meeting we had in your office. You probably remember it. The one where I was an ass?”
“I have a vague recollection.”
“Well, now that you’re not the devil incarnate, I feel like I should take you up on your offer. Buy me out or partner or some sort of relationship where the Stone and Stark companies share R and D.”
“You already know I wouldn’t be opposed to that. Are you saying you want to move forward?”
Ash shook his head. “No. That’s the thing. I thought I would—and I’m afraid that you might be expecting me to now that we’re smoother—but I still don’t want to. For different reasons, this time.”
“Tell me.”
“I want to do this on my own. Not to show you up, but because I think I can, and I want to prove to myself that I can do it. And, to be honest, I want to make you proud. Does that sound like sentimental tripe?”
He glanced sideways at Nikki, remembering when she’d refused his help as well, for similar reasons. “No,” he said. “I completely get it.”
He saw the relief on Ash’s face. “That’s a relief. Thank you. Here’s the rest of it. I want this system to have the best shot possible, which means I do need capital. I thought I might solicit investors, and I thought I might go to you first. As Damien Stark, not Stark International. See if you might want to buy stock in my company. A minority share, of course.”
Damien felt Nikki squeeze his hand, and he smiled. “As a matter of fact, I’d consider that a very good investment.”
“Good. Thanks.” He started to turn away, then stopped when Damien called his name, his brows rising in question.
“I hope this doesn’t come out sounding condescending, but I’m proud of you.”
“Thanks. And, Dad,” he added, that simple word bringing tears to Damien’s eyes, “I never thought I’d say this, but I’m proud to be your son.”
Epilogue
Two months later
It feels a bit like déjà vu as I stand beside Damien at the end of the aisle waiting for the music to start.
In front of us, Ash is standing with Lara and Anne on either side of him, each holding a hand. Bradley is clinging piggyback to his older brother.
Highly unconventional, but it makes me smile. More important, it makes Damien glow.
The music begins, and the kids move down the aisle ahead of us. We wait until they’ve taken their seats in the first row. Then, when the music swells, Damien and I begin our own walk as our friends and family watch.
Our vows are simple, but heartfelt, full of the promise of continuing love and happiness and respect. And to be honest, I’m so happy that the ceremony feels like a blur. After everything that’s happened, this feels like a moment of great importance. Like we’re truly crossing the line into a new phase of our lives.
Judge Kaplan speaks to the crowd, then addresses us each in turn, asking if we want to renew our wedding vows.
“I do,” I say, meaning it with all my heart.
“I do,” Damien says, and I feel the truth reverberating through me.
Then the judge tells Damien to kiss his wife, and I lose myself in the sweetness of his lips and the rousing applause from the friends and family who surround us.
I’m breathless when I pull away, and I hold tight to Damien’s hand as I look out at the crowd. At our friends and family. My eyes drift over them all, my smile so bright I’m sure it’s blinding.
My gaze falls on our children, then on Ash, who bounces Bradley before giving me a thumbs-up.
I smile, then turn to Damien and bask in the love that shines on his face. I sigh, thinking that this moment really couldn’t be more perfect.
I don’t know what adventures are yet to come, but I know that with Damien, they will be magnificent.
The End
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