Susan Mallery Bundle: The Buchanans

by Susan Mallery

  This angle was even better, she thought in amazement as her release went on. He continued to hold on to her hips until he suddenly squeezed as he held her still. Only he moved. Once, twice and then he groaned.

  She opened her eyes and watched as his features tightened. Pleasure pulled his mouth straight. His breath caught. He groaned again and opened his eyes. They both smiled.

  “Not bad,” she said. “The whole on-top thing was very nice.”

  “Yes, I liked it, too.” His smile widened into a grin, then he laughed. “We should do this again some time.”

  “I think I’d like that.”

  He wrapped his arms around her and gently rolled her on to her side. They moved arms and legs so they were facing each other. Cal pulled the covers over them, then touched her face.

  “You okay?”

  “I feel as if every cell in my body just went to a really great party.”

  “Good.”

  “And you?” she asked.

  “The same. I was kind of sweating it there at the end. I didn’t know how long I could hold out.”

  “You did great.”

  “Another two seconds and I would have lost it.”

  She took his hand in hers and pulled it to her chest. “That would have been okay.”

  “Not if I’d come first. That would have left you hanging.”

  “I trust that you would have taken care of things in another way,” she told him. “Besides, there’s something exciting about a man being so aroused, he loses control. It’s very sexy.”

  “You’re very sexy.”

  She stared into his dark eyes and knew that she hadn’t been wrong before. She did love him. Maybe working together had given birth to new feelings, or maybe it had simply stirred up something that had always been there.

  Whichever it was, it had taken seeing his emotional sacrifice with Lindsey for her to realize how she really felt.

  Now what?

  The phone rang. Cal rolled over and grabbed it.

  “Hello?”

  He listened for a second. “Okay. I’ll tell her. Yeah. Not long. Okay. Bye.”

  He hung up and looked at her. “Talk about timing. Your family just arrived at your house. Dani is there, playing hostess.”

  “What? But they’re early by a day! They weren’t coming until tomorrow.” She sat up and fought panic. “I’m not ready to see my parents. I was going to use tonight and tomorrow morning to brace myself.”

  “I don’t know what to tell you. They’re here now.” He leaned over and kissed her bare shoulder. “At least they didn’t get here fifteen minutes earlier. That would have been a real drag.”

  PENNY ARRIVED HOME to complete chaos.

  “Penny!” her mother cried as she walked into the house. “I know, I know. We’re early. But we were sitting at breakfast this morning thinking there was nothing we would rather do today than drive over to Seattle. The hotel had rooms and your sisters were eager to make the drive, so here we are.”

  Before Penny could respond, her mother, a petite woman with curly dark red hair and blue eyes, covered her mouth with her hands. “Oh, look at you. You’re showing! My baby’s having a baby.”

  Penny stepped into her mother’s embrace. “Hi, Mom.”

  “Joe! Joe, get out here. Penny’s home.”

  Her father walked toward them and swept them up in his arms. “Hey, kid. How’s it going?”

  “Good, Dad.”

  Emily and Julie, Penny’s sisters, hurried out of the kitchen, their children running after them.

  “Penny!”

  Dani came out last, holding a bottle of water in one hand and a bowl of pretzels in the other. “I managed to get them fed and watered,” she said. “I’ll head out now. I have an appointment downtown.”

  “Don’t go,” Fay, Penny’s mother, said. “We’ve put you out enough. We really have to get settled in our hotel.” She cupped Penny’s face. “It’s so good to see you. You’re happy. It’s right there in your eyes.”

  Penny held in a wince. Hopefully her mother wouldn’t figure out any glow came from her very recent close encounter with Cal.

  “I have an idea,” Joe said. He wrapped an arm around Penny. “Let’s go to the restaurant. We can have a look at that fancy place of hers, then go to the hotel.”

  “Great idea,” Fay said. “We won’t keep you too long. We know it’s one of your busiest nights.”

  “Don’t be silly.” Penny did a quick head count. “Sure. We can go to the restaurant now and look around, then you can come back for dinner at, say, seven.” She looked at her sisters. “Is that too late for the kids?”

  Emily, her oldest sister, grinned. “No. It’s perfect. Sean’s mom lives in the area and she’s taking all the kids tonight and tomorrow for the day. Isn’t that the best? Julie and I will each have a room completely to ourselves. I know that doesn’t seem like a big deal to you—you get to be alone whenever you want. But for us, it’s heaven.”

  “Unheard-of heaven,” Julie added. “I plan to close the bathroom door and not worry about anyone trying to call me or get in or need something. I may even take a bath.”

  Penny grinned. “Okay, I’ll make sure to cook fast so you can have a maximum of bathroom time.”

  “You don’t have to do that,” her mom said as she slipped her arm through Penny’s and hugged her close. “Your sisters are exaggerating about wanting to be alone.”

  From behind Fay’s back both Julie and Emily mouthed, “No, we’re not!”

  BY SEVEN THAT NIGHT, the kitchen was in its usual Saturday night pandemonium.

  “Shallots,” one of the cooks yelled. “Who the fuck took my shallots?”

  Penny grimaced. Stealing setup supplies was a clear invitation to be stabbed in the back. Literally.

  Edouard clucked and hurried to the walk-in. He came back with shallots and made sure everyone was supplied before returning to his demiglaze.

  “Thanks,” Penny told him.

  “You are lucky I am in a good mood,” he said.

  “Things happy at home?”

  “Bliss,” he told her with a satisfied smile. “George wants to move in. We are talking about getting a cat together.”

  “You can’t have Al. We need him here.”

  “You’ll have to send him somewhere when the health department comes calling,” Edouard said.

  “I know, but he’s worth it.” She grabbed a plate of salmon as it came past and slid on a small corn cake topped with crab.

  “Order up,” she yelled.

  Naomi appeared at her side. “Your parents are here. And your sisters. No kids or husbands. Should I be worried?”

  “Husbands are at home, kids are with Grandma.”

  “That’s the way to do it.” She picked up a second plate. “Should I offer to take them bar hopping?”

  Penny didn’t want to think about her very married sisters hanging out in Naomi’s wild world.

  “They’re kind of focused on having rooms to themselves and taking baths.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t want to get in the way of that,” Naomi said as she hurried out of the kitchen.

  Penny glanced around to make sure that everything seemed in order, then she left Edouard in charge as she made her way into the dining room. She smiled at Cal, who stood by the hostess station, then crossed to the table by the water where her family sat.

  “Hi,” she said as she pulled up an empty chair. “Have you ordered?”

  “Not yet,” her father said. “We were waiting to get a recommendation from the chef.”

  Emily leaned close. “This place is terrific. Fabulous view. Did we know you were working with your ex-husband?”

  “Oh, you saw Cal?” she asked, hoping to sound friendly and calm, not at all as if she’d spent a fair amount of the afternoon naked and begging for more.

  “She told us,” her mother said. “I’m sure I mentioned it.” Fay glanced at him and waved. “I always thought it was a shame the two of you couldn�
�t work things out. Any sparks?”

  “Not really,” Penny said, and hoped her mother had lost the ability to tell when she was lying.

  Julie shook her head. “Let it go, Mom. Penny’s moved on, obviously. She’s having a baby on her own. She’s the perfect modern woman.”

  “Oh, I don’t know about that,” Penny said, although she appreciated the vote of confidence.

  “Speaking of the baby,” her mother said. “Are you sure you’d still like me to come out for a couple of weeks when it’s born? I don’t want to intrude or get in the way or—”

  “Yes,” Penny said, cutting her off in midsentence. “I would love the help. I’m terrified of being on my own with the baby.”

  Her mother beamed at her. “You’ll be fine, but I’m happy to help. We’ll work out the details later. Now let’s order some food.”

  Penny made several suggestions, then excused herself to go back to the kitchen. Her mother rose and walked with her.

  “You’ve done a wonderful job here, darling,” Fay said. “We’re all so proud and happy for you.”

  “Thanks. It’s nice to hear. Especially after all the years I spent screwing up.”

  Fay frowned. “Don’t say that. We never thought of it that way. You were trying to find what was right for you, that’s all.”

  “But I flunked out of college. Twice. And let me tell you, it’s hard to flunk out of community college.”

  “You refused to settle. Your father and I always admired that about you.”

  “Really?”

  “Of course. All I’ve ever wanted was for my girls to be happy. You’ve made that happen. Oh, Emily and Julie did, too, but in a more traditional way. They knew what to expect from their lives. You never did. You forged your own path. That takes courage.”

  Until that moment, Penny had always assumed her parents saw her as a failure. That they’d been disappointed in her stops and starts along the road of figuring out what she wanted to do with her life.

  “Thanks, Mom,” she said and kissed the other woman on the cheek. “You’re the best.”

  Her mother laughed. “All I ask is a chance to taste your cooking.”

  “I promise.”

  Fay returned to the table. Penny continued toward the kitchen, only to be intercepted by Cal.

  “Your folks are here.”

  “I know. Sorry. I forgot to tell you.” She stared at his face, liking the way the light played on his features. “Hi.”

  “Hi, yourself. How are you feeling?”

  “As if I could sing opera,” she said with a smile. “You?”

  “Pretty damned good.” He jerked his head toward the table with her family. “Okay for me to go over and say hello? Or would that be too awkward?”

  “I think it would be fine. They always liked you.”

  “Good. Then I’ll do that.” He brushed his fingertips down her arm. “Maybe we can get together later?”

  “I’d like that.”

  She walked into the kitchen only to find Naomi standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her hips.

  “What?” Penny asked.

  Naomi grabbed her and pulled her into her office. “I saw that,” she said. “The whole thing. The intimate conversation. The private touches. There’s something going on with you and Cal.”

  “No, there isn’t. Well, maybe. Something. But it’s no big deal.” If she didn’t count being in love with him. Then it was practically nothing.

  “And?” Naomi demanded.

  “And, what? I went with him to see his daughter. He decided not to tell Lindsey who he is. It was hard for him. I saw the whole thing and it made me…”

  “Yes?”

  “It made me like him.”

  “Ha. As if that’s all that’s going on between you. I know there’s more, but I’m not sure I’m up to the details. Just be sure this time.”

  “What?”

  Naomi sighed. “Be sure. Last time you left. You shouldn’t leave. It’s wrong and it hurts the people left behind.”

  The unfair accusation stunned her. “I didn’t leave. Okay, technically I did move out, but that was only because Cal didn’t care. He’s admitted so himself. He didn’t love me.”

  “You didn’t fight for him.” Naomi held up a hand. “Look, I’m sorry. You don’t need this from me and I’m hardly in any position to judge. I’m the queen of running away.”

  Penny was having a hard time getting her head around the conversation. “I didn’t run from Cal.”

  “Yes, you did. And that’s okay. I’m just saying that before you start something up again, you need to know if you’re in it for the long haul.”

  Naomi returned to the kitchen, leaving Penny speechless and annoyed.

  She hadn’t run. Cal had disappeared emotionally long before she’d moved out. The problems in their marriage weren’t about her. Were they?

  As she walked to the door a voice in her head pointed out that it took two to make or break any relationship. That no one person was all in the wrong or all in the right. That maybe, just maybe, she had some culpability in what had gone wrong.

  DANI HATED EVERYTHING about Gloria’s office. The size, the whiteness of it all. Being here always made her feel as if she’d been called to the principal’s office, even when she’d been the one to request the meeting.

  It was seven-thirty on a Saturday night. Most people were at home with family or out on dates or with friends. Not her grandmother. Gloria was at the office and if Dani wanted to talk to her, that was where she had to be, too.

  “You may go in now,” her secretary said, holding open the door to the inner sanctum.

  Dani smiled at the woman, one of two secretaries Gloria employed. Her hours were such that one assistant simply wasn’t enough.

  “Dani,” Gloria said from behind her very large, very white desk. “How nice of you to ask to see me.”

  Gloria didn’t stand or offer to shake hands or hug. Not at the office. Here things were strictly business. Here they were never family.

  “I took the liberty of going over the numbers at Burger Heaven,” Gloria continued as she motioned to the chair opposite her desk. “They look good. So I don’t think there’s a problem there, is there?”

  “No.”

  Dani had dressed carefully in a pantsuit with a silk blouse. She kept her back straight as she perched at the edge of the chair.

  “Burger Heaven is doing well,” she said. “Which is why I wanted to see you. I’ve served my time there, Gloria. There’s nothing left for me to learn. I’m ready to move up in the company.”

  Gloria sighed. “You’ve said that before, Dani. Several times. No matter how I discourage you, you keep insisting on wanting to move up. Why is that?”

  “Because I’ve earned the chance to prove myself somewhere else.” She swallowed, then braced herself. “I either want to be promoted within the company or I’m resigning.”

  Gloria didn’t react at all. Not a lash flickered, not a muscle moved. She regarded Dani for several seconds before saying, “I will not tolerate being threatened by you, young lady.”

  Dani ignored the young lady bit. “I’m not threatening you. I’m stating a fact. I have both the education and experience to take on more responsibility. This is my career and I refuse to spend it managing Burger Heaven. If you don’t want to give me a chance, then I’ll find a company that does.”

  “I doubt you’ll find many,” Gloria said with a sniff.

  Dani ignored the hurt that jabbed her. She’d known this was going to go badly. She had to remember why she was here and stay on topic.

  “I disagree,” she said. “My employment record and accomplishments speak for themselves. I won’t have any trouble finding another job and moving up. We both know that. So why do you have a problem with me? Why are you always treating me as if I’m second best? Is it because I’m a woman? I can’t believe that of you. You’re a woman and look what you’ve accomplished.”

  “You’re right
,” Gloria told her, a flicker of anger in her eyes. “I have brought this company to greatness. I am responsible for our success. Don’t you dare come to me with your stupid request—”

  “It’s not stupid. It’s reasonable. You haven’t held anyone back the way you’ve kept me down. So why?”

  Her grandmother leaned toward her. The air seemed to dip ten degrees. “Be very careful before you ask me that,” she said, her voice low. “I don’t think you’re prepared to hear the truth.”

  “I think I’m up to it, Gloria,” she said, suddenly not the least bit afraid. After all, what could the woman say?

  “All right. But when I’ve told you, don’t come crying to me, saying it’s all too much.”

  “Sure. Whatever.” Talk about a love of melodrama.

  Gloria leaned back in her chair. “Many years ago, before you were born, your mother took up with a man. She was unfaithful to my son. My son. Their affair continued for several years and produced a child—you, Danielle. You are your mother’s bastard and not a Buchanan at all. I kept quiet to spare my son the shame. But I’ve never forgotten. Every time I look at you, I see proof that bitch betrayed my son. You are your mother’s daughter and you are nothing to me.”

  Dani heard the words, but they didn’t make sense. They couldn’t. Not a Buchanan? But she had always been a Buchanan.

  “You’re lying,” she said.

  “I am not, but if it would make you happy, we could have one of those DNA tests done. I’m confident it will show you are not one of us.”

  Dani didn’t remember standing, but suddenly she was by the door.

  “Burger Heaven is as much as you deserve,” Gloria told her. “Be grateful I let you have that much.”

  Funny how an hour ago Dani had thought her life couldn’t get any worse. Obviously, she’d been wrong.

  “You can have it back,” she told her grandmother. “I quit.”

  “You can’t.”

  “Of course I can. If I’m a bitch like my mother, I can do any damn thing I please.”

  CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

  PENNY WALKED OUT of the kitchen just ahead of the desserts. As she crossed the dining room toward her family’s table, they all stood and began to clap.