At the time, Gabriel kept his doubts about Julia’s success to himself. He knew that once a person acquired a taste for blackmail, he or she would keep trying to draw from that well.
Gabriel cursed again, now running at a punishing rate of speed. He’d never told Julia what he’d done. He didn’t want to do so now. But if she was worrying about Simon and Natalie, then perhaps it was time to tell her the truth . . .
When Gabriel returned from his run, Julia was sleeping. He chuckled, noticing that her bare feet were sticking out from under the covers. Julia didn’t like it when her feet grew hot and so she’d bare them to the air while snuggled under several blankets.
Leaning over, he tucked the covers around her feet and walked to the shower. After he dressed he checked on her, but she was still asleep. He hurried down the stairs, grabbing her lists from the kitchen and heading to the Range Rover. With any luck, he’d be able to complete the shopping and secure a maid before she awoke.
At eleven o’clock that evening, Julia finally descended the stairs from the second floor. She found Gabriel seated in the living room, reading. He was in a leather club chair, his feet resting on a footstool, his eyes moving behind his glasses.
“Why, hello there.” He greeted her with a smile, closing his book.
“What are you reading?”
He showed her the cover. The Way of a Pilgrim.
“Is it good?”
“Very. Did you ever read J.D. Salinger’s Franny and Zooey?”
“A long time ago. Why?”
“Franny reads this book and it troubles her. That’s where I first heard about it.”
“What’s it about?” She picked up the book, glancing at the back cover.
“It’s about a Russian Orthodox man who tries to learn what it means to pray without ceasing.”
Julia arched an eyebrow. “And?”
“And I’m reading it to discover what he learned.”
“Are you praying for something?”
He rubbed at his chin. “I’m praying for a good many things.”
“Such as?”
“For me to become a good man, a good husband, and, someday, a good father.”
She smiled a little and looked at the book again. “I suppose we’re all on our own spiritual journeys.”
“Some of us are further along than others.”
She put the book down and climbed into his lap. “I don’t think of it that way. I think we chase God until He catches us.”
Gabriel chuckled. “Like The Hound of Heaven?”
“Something like that.”
“One of the things I admire most about you is your compassion for human frailty.”
“I have my own vices, Gabriel. They’re just hidden.”
She looked around the room, noting the vacuum marks in the carpet and the freshly dusted furniture. The air smelled of lemon and pine.
“The house looks great. Thank you for finding someone else to clean it. I was able to get a lot of work done today.”
“Good.” He looked at her over the rims of his glasses. “How are you feeling?”
“Much better. Thanks for making dinner.” She rested her head on his shoulder.
“You weren’t hungry when I brought it up to you.” He ran his fingers through her hair.
“I finished it eventually. I ran into a problem with my paper, so I had trouble stopping long enough to eat.”
“Can I help?” He removed his glasses, resting them on top of his book.
“No. I don’t want people thinking that you’re the brains behind my research.”
“That wasn’t what I was offering.” Gabriel sounded offended.
“I need to do this myself.”
He sniffed. “I think you worry a little too much about what other people think.”
“I have to,” she said sharply. “If I present a paper that sounds like you wrote it, people will notice. Christa Peterson has already been spreading rumors about us. Paul told me.”
Gabriel scowled. “Christa is a jealous bitch. She’s going backward in her career, not forward. Columbia made her enroll in the M.Phil program in Italian. They wouldn’t admit her directly into their PhD. I’ve already spoken to the head of her department at Columbia. She slanders us at her peril.” He shifted in his chair. “And when were you speaking to Paul?”
“He emailed me after the conference he went to at UCLA. That’s where he saw Christa and heard the rumors she was spreading.”
“You haven’t even let me read your paper. Although we’ve discussed Guido so much I’m sure I know what you’ll say.”
Julia chewed on the edge of her thumbnail but said nothing.
He hugged her more closely.
“Has my book been helpful?”
“Yes, but I’m taking a different tack,” she hedged.
“That can be a double-edged sword, Julianne. Originality is admired, but sometimes established methods are established for a reason.”
“I’ll let you read it tomorrow, if you have time.”
“Of course I’ll have time.” He began rubbing her back, up and down. “In fact, I’m looking forward to it. My goal is to help you, not hurt you. You know that, right?”
“Of course.” She kissed him again before burrowing against his chest. “I just worry about what you’ll think.”
“I’ll be honest, but supportive. I promise.”
“That’s the best I can hope for.” She smiled up at him. “Now I need you to take me to bed and cheer me up.”
His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “What would cheering you up entail?”
“Taking my mind off my troubles by tantalizing me with your naked body.”
“What if I’m not ready for bed?”
“Then I guess I’ll have to go to bed by myself. And maybe cheer myself up.” She stood and stretched, glancing at him out of the corner of her eye.
In a flash he was behind her, scooping her into his arms and racing for the stairs.
Chapter Three
You can’t present this.” Gabriel strode into the study the following afternoon, clutching a printout of Julia’s lecture.
She looked up from her laptop in horror. “Why not?”
“You’re wrong.” He set the pages down and pulled off his glasses, tossing them on top of her desk. “St. Francis comes for the soul of Guido da Montefeltro after he dies. We discussed this. You agreed with me.”
Julia crossed her arms defensively.
“I changed my mind.”
“But it’s the only interpretation that makes sense!”
She swallowed hard, shaking her head.
He began to pace in front of her desk.
“We talked about this in Belize. I sent you an illustration of the scene while we were separated, for God’s sake! Now you’re going to stand in front of a room full of people and say that it never happened?”
“If you’d read my footnotes, you’d—”
He stopped pacing and turned to face her.
“I read the footnotes. None of those sources go as far as you. You’re merely speculating.”
“Merely?” Julia pushed back from her desk. “I found several reputable sources that agree with most of what I say. Professor Marinelli liked my paper.”
“She’s too easy on you.”
Julia’s mouth dropped open. “Too easy? And I suppose you think that Professor Picton invited me to the conference merely out of charity?”
Gabriel’s expression softened. “Of course not. She thinks well of you. But I don’t want you to get up in front of a crowd of senior professors and offer a naïve interpretation. If you’d read my book, you’d—”
“I read your book, Professor Emerson. You only mention the text I’m analyzing in passing. And you naïvely adopt the standard interpretation
, without reflecting on whether you should.”
Gabriel’s eyes narrowed.
“I accept the interpretation that makes sense.” His tone was glacial. “I never naïvely adopt anything.”
Julia stood, huffing in frustration.
“Don’t you want me to have my own ideas? Or do you think I have to repeat what everyone else has already said just because I’m a lowly grad student?”
Gabriel’s face reddened. “I never said that. I was a grad student once, too, if you’ll recall. But I’m not anymore. You could benefit from my experience.”
“Oh, here we go.” Julia threw up her hands in disgust and walked out of the study.
Gabriel followed.
“What do you mean, here we go?”
She didn’t bother turning around.
“You’re just upset that I’m going to disagree with you in public.”
“Bullshit.”
“Bullshit?” She turned around. “Then why are you telling me to change my paper so I fall in line with your book?”
He placed a hand on her arm. “I’m not trying to get you to fall in line. I’m trying to help so that you won’t make a fool—” He stopped abruptly.
“What was that?” She shook off his hand.
“Nothing.”
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply.
When he opened his eyes, he appeared calmer. “If you start now, you should be able to rewrite your paper in time for the conference. I can help.”
“I don’t want your help. And I can’t change my thesis. They’ve already published the abstract on the conference website.”
“I’ll call Katherine.” He gave her an encouraging smile. “She’ll understand.”
“No, you won’t. I’m not changing it.”
Gabriel’s lips pressed together into a thin line.
“This is not the time to be stubborn.”
“Oh, yes, it is. It’s my paper!”
“Julianne, listen—”
“You’re worried I’ll make a fool of myself. And embarrass you.”
“I didn’t say that.”
She gave him a look that was wounded if not betrayed. “You just did.”
She stalked into the bedroom, attempting to close the door behind her. His hand shot out, stopping the door.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to get away from you.”
“Julianne, stop.” He gazed around helplessly. “We can talk about this.”
“No, we can’t.” She jabbed a finger into his chest. “I’m not your student anymore. I’m allowed to have my own ideas.”
“That isn’t what I was saying at all.”
She ignored him and walked toward the bathroom.
“Julianne, damn it. Stop!” he bellowed from the doorway.
She whirled around.
“Don’t yell at me!”
He held his hands up in an expression of surrender and drew a deep breath.
“I’m sorry. Let’s sit down and talk.”
“I can’t talk to you right now without saying something I’ll regret. And you obviously need to cool down.”
“Where are you going?”
“To the bathroom. I’m locking the door and I’m going to avoid you for the rest of the day. If you don’t leave me alone, I’m going to my dad’s.”
Gabriel winced. She hadn’t stayed with her father since before they were married.
“How would you get there?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Don’t worry, I won’t leave you without a car. I’ll call a cab.”
“There aren’t any cabs in town. You’ll have to call one in Sunbury.”
Julia glared. “I know that, Gabriel. I used to live here, remember? You must really think I’m an idiot.”
She walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.
Gabriel heard the lock click into place.
He paused for a moment before knocking on the door. “Rachel, Aaron, and Richard are arriving soon. What will I tell them?”
“Tell them I’m an idiot. Obviously.”
“Julianne, just listen to me. Please.”
He heard water running from behind the door.
“Fine!” He shouted. “Avoid me. Our first fight and you lock yourself in the God damned bathroom.” He smacked his palm against the door.
Abruptly, the water shut off.
She raised her voice in order to be heard. “My first public lecture and you tell me it’s shit. And not because it is, but because I didn’t agree with you and your own God damned book!”
After a lengthy hot bath, Julia emerged. The bedroom was empty.
She dressed quickly before entering the hall. She padded over to the staircase, listening.
Satisfied that the house was empty, she walked to the study and closed the door. Then she sat behind her desk, turned on some soft jazz as background noise, and returned to her paper.
“Where’s Julia?” Rachel hugged her brother before rolling her small suitcase and that of her husband, Aaron, into the living room. Her tall and willowy form was clad in a pair of khaki pants and a V-necked white T-shirt. Her long blond hair hung straight and perfect, pushed back from her attractive face by large black sunglasses. She looked like she could have starred in a Gap ad.
Gabriel’s expression tightened.
“She’s working on her paper.”
“Did you tell her we arrived?” Rachel moved to the foot of the stairs. “Jules! Get your ass down here!”
“Rachel, please,” her father said reprovingly before greeting Gabriel with a hug.
Richard stood an inch or two shorter than his son and had light hair and gray eyes. He was quiet and serious, and his intelligence and kindness engendered respect in all who knew him.
When there was no movement upstairs, Rachel turned to her brother, gray eyes narrowed.
“Why is she hiding?”
Gabriel shook Aaron’s hand in greeting. “She isn’t. She probably didn’t hear you.
“Your rooms are ready and there are fresh towels in the guest bathroom. Dad, you’re welcome to stay in your old room.”
“I’ll be fine in the guest room.” Richard picked up his bag and began climbing the stairs.
“Are you and Julia fighting?” Rachel gave Gabriel a suspicious look.
He pressed his lips together. “You can say hello when you go upstairs. Then we’ll meet for drinks on the back porch. I’m barbecuing ribs for dinner.”
“Ribs? Fantastic.” Aaron clapped an appreciative hand to Gabriel’s back. “I was going to stop to pick up some Corona before we arrived, but Rachel wanted to come straight to the house. I’ll be back in a few.”
He picked up his car keys and was about to head to the door when his wife stopped him. She shook her head.
Gabriel watched the exchange between Rachel and Aaron and decided that was his opportunity to excuse himself.
“See you on the patio in a few minutes.” He walked toward the kitchen.
Rachel shook her head at her husband. “They’re fighting. I’ll go talk to Jules and you talk to Gabriel. Then you can pick up the Corona.”
“What could they be fighting about?” Aaron ran a hand through his dark curly hair.
“Who knows? Maybe Julia rearranged his collection of bow ties without asking him.”
“Hey.” Rachel opened the door to her father’s former study.
Julia greeted her best friend with a wide smile. “Rach! Hi.”
The two women embraced and Rachel settled herself in one of the comfortable chairs by the window.
“How’s it going?”
“Fine.”
“So what’s up with you and Gabriel?”
“Nothing.”
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p; “You lie like a carpet.”
Julia turned away. “What makes you think something is up?”
“Gabriel is downstairs looking unhappy and you’re up here looking unhappy. There’s tension in the house. I don’t need to be a psychic to pick up on it.”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Men are jerks.”
“I can’t argue with that.” Julia collapsed in the chair opposite her best friend, flinging her legs over the arm.
“I fight with Aaron, sometimes. He’ll get mad and take off for a couple of hours, but he always comes back.” Rachel looked at her friend carefully. “Do you want me to go and beat Gabriel up?”
“No. But you’re right. We’re fighting.”
“What happened?”
“I made the mistake of letting him read the lecture I’m working on. He told me it’s terrible.”
“He said that?” Rachel sat up in her chair, her voice raised.
“Not in so many words.”
“What’s wrong with him? I would have thrown something at his head.”
Julia grinned wryly. “I thought about it, but I didn’t want to have to clean up the blood.”
Rachel laughed.
“Why does he think your paper is terrible?”
“He thinks I’m wrong. He said he was trying to help.”
“Sounds like Gabriel is trying to control your paper like he tries to control everything else. I thought he was in therapy for that.”
Julia was quiet for a moment.
“I don’t want him to lie to me just to spare my feelings. If the paper needs work, I need to know that.”
“He should know how to help you without saying your paper is terrible.”
Julia exhaled in frustration. “Exactly. He says he wants to start a family with me. Then he turns around and acts like a condescending ass.”
Rachel lifted her hand and gestured for her friend to stop. “Wait a minute. He wants to have kids?”
Julia squirmed. “Yes.”
“Jules, that’s huge! I’m so happy for you. When are you going to start trying?”
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