by Lacey Legend
“I can’t ever see you as insecure.”
He laughed. “That’s what you got out of what I said? You aren’t shocked that I had a child?”
She shrugged. “My mother had a baby with a man she can’t remember.”
“You have any idea who Cliff’s father is?”
“No, it was a one night stand and I doubt he even stayed that long.”
He could hear the bitterness in her voice. How could a man take advantage of a woman? He never understood that. He wanted his partners to be his equal.
“She wasn’t lucid enough to remember at that point?”
“She had her moments, but I think she chose to forget him. I think it was as mutual as it could have been in her condition. Might have been the mailman or the UPS guy,” Kendra said. “She couldn’t give me enough information to begin looking and at the time I just had to get her through the pregnancy. That’s where all of my energy went.”
“Understandable.”
What a nightmare for her but, from what he could see, she didn’t hold any resentment toward her mother or Cliff. What a brave soul. He had to admire her.
A half an hour later, he served up dinner with a flourish.
“Looks, great. Thanks.”
She ate with gusto and that was enough thanks for Sacha. “I could help with whatever you’re doing in there.”
She waved a hand. “It can wait until tomorrow. I’m tired.”
“Okay, but I don’t mind.”
She yawned. “No, I want to be fresher.”
He cleared away her plate.
“I’ll do dishes,” she said.
“I’m thinking about hiring a maid. I’m not usually here this much and I don’t think you should have to clean,” Sacha said.
“I don’t mind.”
“I do. You still work even if you don’t go there. Since you can’t go there.”
“The dishes still need to be done tonight. I don’t like to go to bed with them dirty.”
“Okay, but I made a fine mess and I’m going to help you clean it up.” She looked around the kitchen. He knew what she saw and the weariness in her eyes spoke to him. “You do the dishes. I’ll do the rest.”
“Deal.”
She filled the sink with water. He wasn’t going to ask for sex tonight. She looked far too tired. He’d bet this whole situation was wearing on her. He’d give her the night off. Might result in a cold shower for him, but he’d live.
Finally the kitchen was cleaned. Kendra wiped her hands on a towel.
“Good night Kendra.”
She gave him an odd look. “Good night, Sacha.”
He left her standing there a puzzled look on her face.
Chapter7
The deadline for registering for the race that would benefit several Alzheimer’s organizations had passed and now it was time to get to some real work. This meant planning the rest of the event down to who would play the music. Kendra’s staff of volunteers had been working on it in her absence, but some contracts had to be signed and she was the only one who could do that. Besides, she wanted to touch base with her people and give them a pep talk.
She approached Sacha one morning before he went to work.
They’d been getting along well, but she really had to go meet with her staff. There was no way around it. They were flagging and she had to get the motivated again. She couldn’t do that remotely.
“Hey,” Sacha said. He stood in the hallway, looking in the mirror and tying his tie. It was striped with the colors blue and green. It brought out his eyes.
“Hi, I need a favor. Well, I need you to help me with logistics.”
He finished up his tied then turned to her. He always gave her his full attention. They were only bedmates. She wondered what he’d be like if they were in love.
“Go ahead.”
Cliff was singing to the nanny in another room. Sacha smiled and she assumed that her brother amused him.
“I need to have meeting with my staff. I don’t want to have it here, but I need to see them in person. So how do I go about doing that and still be safe?”
She watched him swallow. He had a sexy throat, long and lean and tanned. How did it get so tanned when he worked all of the time?
“I can get you a bodyguard. Might take me a few days. Or I can see if I can borrow one of Viktor’s bouncers.”
“He has bouncers?”
“His is a private club. He wants to make sure his clientele feels safe. I’ll have some also to discourage the underage crowd. I don’t need that kind of trouble,” Sacha said. “How soon do you want to have this meeting?”
“I’d hoped for today.”
Sacha frowned. He pulled out his phone. “Let me look at my schedule.”
“You don’t need to be there.”
He waved at her dismissively. “I can’t be there today. Let me call Viktor. Hopefully he’s up. Can you put it off until this afternoon?”
Kendra’s heart leapt. She was going to get to go out and see her staff. It would be nice to be around people. An extrovert at heart, she was missing being around co-workers. “Yes. I’ll let them know that we have a potential meeting this afternoon. Thank you Sacha.”
“No problem.” He smiled down at her. “You’re easy to please.”
His eyes darkened and she was sure he was thinking about their time in bed. Was she easy to please or was he just that good? She blinked then looked away, feeling naked under his gaze.
“Okay let me know what time. I need to have my staff gather.”
“Are they the same people who work at your non-profit?”
“Not all of them, but the non-profit allows me meet in their board room.”
“Will the board room fit your staff?”
“It’s tight.”
“How long to you need it for?”
“A couple of hours. If we start right after lunch, then we can be done before dinner.”
Sacha pressed some buttons on his phone. “Alia? Why are you answering Viktor’s phone?”
Kendra could hear her voice, but couldn’t understand what she said.
“I need to use the nightclub both for its space and its security. You want to talk to Viktor first?” Sacha smiled. “Make a command decision? Okay. It’s on you if he’s unhappy. The people will be there at one.” He hung up.
“You have a place for us?”
“Viktor’s night club is not being used during the day. Might as well take advantage of it. Alia is going to make sure some of the bouncers are there. I’m sure that you will be safe.”
Kendra couldn’t help smiling. “Thank you, Sacha. You make things look easy.”
He shrugged. “Everything’s easy when you have resources.”
Kendra didn’t have them. She knew how difficult life could be. Sacha had such a big hear that she didn’t understand why he wasn’t willing to give it to someone. Not that she wanted it, but she’d at least take care of it.
“Tell your staff to be there at one.” He wrote down the address for her. “The front door will be locked but they can knock.”
“Okay. I’ll tell them.”
“I’ll have my driver back here by noon to get you there ahead of time.”
He’d thought of everything. “This is why you’re so successful.”
“Why?”
“Because you don’t miss any details.”
“It’s why I’m good in bed, too.”
She laughed. She couldn’t deny that he was an expert lover. “Modest, too.”
He shrugged. “You have to know your strengths.”
He kissed her cheek then left her in the hallway. She had a few hours to get ready. She thought about what she’d say to her staff. And what they had to get done. Her e-mail written in her head, she booted up her computer at the dining room table. She looked around. All of this paperwork would have to be transported. She’d get it done. If Sacha was able to make this work with one phone call, she was going to do the rest. They had a few hours t
o get stuff done then she’d feel better about this race. Nothing this big went off without a hitch, but Kendra wanted it all to be close to perfect, as close as she could get at least. She spent an hour on the treadmill after sending the e-mail and was ready for her pickup a few minutes early.
The prospect of getting out excited her.
***
Sacha had a phone number. He also had an address. He sat in his office that he would only have for a few more months. Only until his building was ready. The anticipation of knowing he worked in a building he owned kept him going through the minutiae of his day. He eyed the e-mail from the private investigator. He’d found the number and address for the woman he had a child with.
Jessica Peterson. He’d forgotten her name. That was sad that he’d forgotten the mother of his child. He hadn’t loved her. She hadn’t loved him. Both had been at a crucial time in their careers and didn’t want to be bogged down by a child. Looking back on the situation, Sacha had been selfish. Maybe he would have made a good father. Maybe for him it would have been a wakeup call and he would have been more successful sooner if he’d had someone relying on him.
Sacha still hadn’t told Viktor about the child. His brother would have insisted that he keep the child. That was why he hadn’t let him in on the secret. Their mother didn’t know either and she’d be pissed that he’d denied her a grandchild. The sting might be less with Viktor and Alia expecting a baby. Seeing his brother happy had spurred Sacha to right a past wrong. If the child was in a good situation, he wouldn’t swoop in and take him away, but if the boy was in trouble, Sacha would be there for him as he hadn’t when the child was born.
Bracing himself, he dialed Jessica’s number. A groggy woman answered the phone. “Hello?”
Her voice was gravelly as if from too many years of smoking. “Jessica?”
“Yes. Who is this?”
“Sacha Kozlov.”
“Holy shit.”
“Guess you remember me.”
He leaned back in his chair taking in his view of the city. He liked the city from this angle, but he’d like it more from his own building. It wouldn’t be quite as tall, but it was his. All his. No rent checks, just mortgage payments.
“I do, you son of a bitch.”
Guess she remembered him too well. She didn’t sound happy to hear from him. He was happy to keep her in his past, but the thought of his child out there, not knowing at least one of his parents, spurred Sacha on. He wanted to find his son. He needed to make up for past mistakes. With Alia in Viktor’s life, he wondered if there was someone that could be almost like that in his life. Not love, but a companion. Someone he could turn to. Kendra would fill that role for now, but he suspected at some point she’d want more. She’d want emotion involved and he couldn’t do that.
Being a big believer in karma, he wanted to right past wrongs to make sure he had continued success. And that if he wanted something like Viktor and Alia had, that he could find that if it ever happened. He didn’t think he’d want love, but he suspected that Viktor hadn’t been signing up for love when he let Alia into his life. Now they were happily married and Viktor had said that he felt as if some part of his life was settled. A part that he’d had no idea he needed settled.
Sacha didn’t completely understand, but he had enough respect for his brother to understand that it was now important to him. Besides, Alia kept his brother on his toes. She was a strong woman who knew how to love a Russian man. Not how he thought he wanted to be loved, but he needed to be loved.
“I’m looking for our son.”
Jessica chuckled which brought on a coughing fit. “Why?”
“Because I want to know he’s safe. The reasons beyond that don’t matter.”
“What do you expect from me?”
“I want the information on what adoption agency you used.”
“It’ll cost you.”
Sacha sighed. Of course it would. “I can bring you cash if you want.”
He wanted her to have nothing of his and certainly not a check with his information on it. She’d have his phone number from this call, but he could block that.
“Good,” she said.
She gave him the address she was at and the number of dollars he was to bring. He disconnected. His driver was with Kendra. He’d have to use another car service. The driver was waiting for him when he exited the building. Sacha gave the man the address. The streets became seedier as they got closer to the destination. Sacha felt vulnerable with the cash in his pocket, but he was a big man. No one should bother him.
“Leave the car idling. I shouldn’t be long.”
He found the apartment then knocked on the door. No one answered. He pushed open the door. It wasn’t locked. A woman was sprawled on the couch. He assumed it was Jessica.
“Jessica.”
She didn’t look like the same person he’d had sex with. Her career had been on the rise when he knew her. What had happened to her in the intervening years? He nudged her then felt for a pulse.
Crap. She was dead. He called 911 then searched her apartment. He found something that might be helpful the pocketed it before the cops arrived.
A neighbor poked her head in as Jessica’s body was being wheeled out. “I’m Mildred.”
“I’m Sacha. Are you a friend of Jessica’s?”
“The closest she’d had to one.”
He gave her his business card. “Have her buried and send the bill to me.”
When he arrived back out onto the street, his driver was down the block. Sacha strode down to the car then gave him the address for Viktor’s nightclub. Might as well do something positive today. Seeing Kendra would cheer him up but he chose not to study that thought further.
*
Kendra hadn’t expected to see Sacha at the nightclub. Viktor had made an appearance and Alia, his wife, was now stuffing goody bags with the volunteers. The look in Sacha’s eyes was distant and sad. What had he been doing today? It wasn’t her business or her place to ask, but she wanted to hug him. She didn’t expect that he would be receptive to her doing it.
He shucked off his suit jacket then surveyed the tables they’d pushed together to pack the goody bags for the race tomorrow. “So what do we have going on here?” he said.
“These are the goody bags for the entrants. All of the stuff is donated,” Kendra said.
“How many more bags do you have to pack?” he said.
“Only about forty.”
He looked at the setup. “Can I make a suggestion?”
“Sure,” Kendra said.
Anything to make this go faster; her workers’ energy was flagging.
“If you take away the chairs and set the item on the table, each person can walk around with a bag and fill it with the items. You’ll go faster.”
Kendra looked at their system. He was probably right. All they had to do was move the chairs. He helped the move the chairs, but he made Alia sit off to the side. He was so sweet with her. It warmed Kendra’s heart. She had to stop looking. There was no emotion their relationship. She wasn’t going to get all mushy around him. This was a business arrangement.
The last of the bags were finished.
“I bet everyone is hungry,” Sacha said.
Several people murmured and Kendra had to admit she was, too. They’d worked hard all afternoon. Sacha smiled and then one of the bouncers walked in with a teenager behind him weighted down with pizza.
Kendra walked over to Sacha. “Did you order that?”
“I did. I figured they were hungry.”
She smiled at him. “Thank you. And thank your brother for letting us use his space. I’ll make sure it’s cleaned up when we’re done.”
“I’ll help with that,” Sacha said.
“You don’t have to.”
He’d rolled up his sleeves and helped them fill the bags. His arms were sculpted and she own wondered when he fit in in his workouts. His arms were sexy. She shouldn’t be thinking that. Once again
she was grateful for his actions. “I know, but I’m done my work for the day.”
“You looked a little sad when you came in. Are you okay?”
He took a visible breath. “Don’t want to talk about it here. We can talk on the way home.”
“Okay,” she said.
She wasn’t going to push. She was thankful he was sharing it with her at all.
“Where are all of these bags going to be stored?” Sacha said.
“Not in your apartment. At the non-profit’s office in a truck. It’ll be here soon to load up.”
“Did you get something to eat?” Sacha said.
“I’ll wait until everyone is done. You hungry?”
It was an inane conversation for two people who saw each other naked on a regular basis. The sad look in Sacha’s eyes hadn’t left. She still wanted to hug him.
“I’ll go in a minute. You have some amazing volunteers.”
She smiled. “I do. They’re great.”
“Did you see my registration?”
She laughed. “I did. You’re going to run with us.”
“I am. Looking forward to it. I haven’t run a race in years,” he said.
“It isn’t that competitive. It’s our first year so we aren’t on the radar of the very serious runners yet. Hopefully next year,” Kendra said.
An hour later, the truck had been loaded, the nightclub was clean and Kendra and Sacha were on their way home. Kendra was tired and happy to get some sleep, as she wanted to be fresh for the race tomorrow.
“So what happened today?”
“I told you that I was looking for my son.”
“Right.”
“Well I found the birth mother.”
“This doesn’t sound good,” Kendra said.
“I called her and she wanted money for the information about the adoption agency. When I arrived, she had died from a drug overdose.”
“Oh, Sacha, I’m sorry. So you didn’t get the information?”
“I got something. I snooped while I waited for the cops to arrive.”
“How sad, really.”
