Caroline gave each of her daughters one more huge hug, then walked back to her car, waving goodbye as she settled into the driver’s seat. Sophie was waving back at her, still looking a little overwhelmed. She got out of the vehicle and blew her youngest daughter a giant, almost vulgar kiss, which made her laugh.
Marguerite was giving her a puckish look. Caroline was mystified by her self-confidence, but proud nonetheless. Her first born child was being much too understanding about this entire situation and Caroline hadn’t even told her all that much.
She wondered whether Sophie felt the same way Marguerite did. Or if they knew something. But they couldn’t. There was nothing to know. Which was what she kept telling herself as she drove down the long, scenic back roads on her way back to the interstate that would take her back to Maryland. Caroline was suddenly dreading the lengthy journey home. She would have many, many hours in the car to spend far too long reflecting upon Mo’s parting words.
* * * * *
Caroline sat at her dresser after she got home the next evening. She had tossed and turned most of the previous night in a stiff, uncomfortable Syracuse hotel bed, and the remaining drive back to Maryland left her restless.
She picked up the picture next to her jewelry box. It was her favorite photo from the day she and Nicky were married. They were both grinning madly at the camera, thrilled that they were finally taking that next step in their lives. They had considered videotaping their ceremony and ultimately decided against it, but it didn’t matter…Caroline remembered every minute of it.
She caressed the photo then set it back down, holding up her left hand. When Nicky was alive, she always took her rings off before going to bed. But after the accident she left them on, except when they needed a good cleaning. Her left ring finger always looked empty without them.
Caroline let out a ragged breath. She remembered their first date, the first time Nicky said he loved her, the proposal, the wedding, the nights they’d made Marguerite and Sophie, the laughter, the life they’d shared together.
She slid the rings off her finger. They would belong to Marguerite and Sophie someday. If they wanted them.
“I love you, Nicky,” she whispered. “I always will. I know you understand.”
Caroline put the rings in the box and shut it, caressing the design carved on the outside. She stood up, wiped her face, and went into the bathroom to remove her makeup. As she crawled into the cavernous king sized bed she gazed once more at the wedding photo on the dresser, then shut off the light and went to sleep.
Chapter Thirteen
Caroline
June
Summer reared its hot and humid head during the first few days of June, and Caroline hurried back inside Rayburn to get out of the sticky air. She’d been avoiding Jack over the past few days, and he’d noticed. She went down to Jack’s office that evening with some reservations. Ever since he confessed his feelings and they shared that kiss, she’d become very confused. But she knew she had to face him eventually and face whatever decision she had to make. Although she was deeply afraid of making the wrong one.
Friendship was safe. Secure. Straightforward. High romance, especially with a man like Jack, was much more than she thought she was ready to handle, to say nothing of the struggles that would come with dating a member of the opposition party whom she saw almost every day. She hated that her life had become so complicated in such a short amount of time.
It was late and it was already dark outside. The door to his office was open and she entered without fanfare. He was the only one still there. Jack was at his desk doing something on his computer. He smiled when he saw her.
“Hey, stranger,” he said.
“Hi.”
“How was camp drop-off?”
“A lot of tears.”
“How many were from Marguerite and Sophie?”
Caroline laughed. “Very few.”
He strolled over to the couch and sat down. “Let’s catch up.”
She took the seat next to him. They sat silently for a few moments.
“You’re not wearing your wedding rings anymore,” Jack said.
Caroline gave him a self-conscious look. “One day I guess I forgot to put them on.”
“So, pure coincidence?”
She rubbed the small indentation where the rings had atrophied the muscles on her finger. “I don’t know.” She couldn’t look at him. “Maybe it’s time for me to move on.”
He opened his mouth to say something then looked at his own hands, which were clenched in his lap.
This was much too awkward, and Caroline didn’t care for it.
“Doing anything interesting this weekend?” she asked.
“Not really. A couple of constituent events, I think. Why?”
“Christine is having a big kickoff fundraiser in downtown Philadelphia.”
“I might have heard about that. I’d forgotten. Are you going?”
“Yes. I might even give her money too. It seems rude to go and mooch off her.”
“She’s going to let you in without the standard toll?”
Caroline laughed. “I get away with a lot.”
Jack laughed too. “After only knowing Christine for a few months, I’m still trying to figure that one out.”
“I assume it’s my intimidating presence and tough exterior, which happens to counter her cheery disposition,” she said.
He smiled. “I think you have that backwards.”
“Are you going to her fundraiser?” Caroline asked.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I’m not entirely sure Representative Sullivan likes me that much.”
She didn’t. Christine had made that perfectly clear on multiple occasions when Jack wasn’t around. Caroline had been careful not to tell Christine too much about what she was feeling for Jack, even though she felt guilty about it. She normally told her best friend almost everything and she knew that Christine had some pretty strong suspicions about the way she had been acting lately. But she wasn’t about to confirm Jack’s hunch.
“She doesn’t know you,” Caroline said. “Chrissy has a hard time warming up to people. It took her a while before she even decided it was okay to like me.”
“Well, maybe her judgment isn’t all that bad. She certainly has good taste in best friends.” Jack’s posture relaxed. “It’s nice that you’re going to a Republican fundraiser. Catching any flak for it?”
“I still haven’t heard the end of it after voting for Bob. I’m trying to keep this appearance discreet, if you catch my meaning.”
“So you wouldn’t want to do anything splashy?”
“No.”
“Wouldn’t want to make a big speech renouncing all your liberal leanings and accepting the beauty of supply side economics?”
“No,” Caroline said.
“Wouldn’t want to get drunk and slosh around on one of the tables behaving inappropriately with a giant elephant?”
She laughed. “No.”
“What if it was an inflatable donkey?”
Caroline laughed again. “Still no.”
“What about dancing seductively with one of the busboys as the night came to a close?”
She smacked his arm. “No,” she said firmly, but the laughter was still in her eyes.
His next question was slow to come. “What about going to the fundraiser with me?”
She stared at him. “Really?”
“It might cause a splash, though. A little one. But we can be unobtrusive about it.”
“You’re serious.”
“Yes.”
“You mean like…a date?”
“It doesn’t have to be a date.”
“Then what would it be?”
“Two friends spending time together.”
“And that’s it?”
“Would you want more than that?”
She knew what he wanted. Despite her reservations, Caroline put her hand on his thigh. “I don’t know.”
He gav
e her a reassuring smile. “It doesn’t have to be more than that. But I wouldn’t mind if you stayed at my place. In a guest room,” he added.
Caroline removed her hand and leaned back. “I don’t know if we should do this.”
Jack turned to face her. “Caroline, nothing has to happen. You know how I feel about you. And if you don’t want more than friendship, that’s fine. We can spend some time together over the weekend with no expectations. I mean that.”
She rubbed her eyes. “Christine is going to have a complete meltdown when I tell her I’m not staying with her.”
“Think of a creative excuse.”
Easier said than done, but she could try. “Okay,” she said.
This was not a good idea. She had no clue why she had agreed to it. Jack must have sensed something because he lifted up her hand and kissed the back of it, looking her straight in the eyes.
“You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, sweetheart.”
“I want to.” And she did, despite her common sense screaming out in opposition. “But you’d better give me good directions to your house because I get lost very easily.”
Jack was already at his computer. “I’m on it.”
* * * * *
Caroline stood at the balcony overlooking the entryway, waiting for him. She smoothed her little black dress nervously, hoping all the wrinkles were gone. She knew she should have laid it on the backseat instead of putting it in the garment bag with the rest of her clothes. That would have been the logical thing to do, but in her haste to leave it slipped her mind. Now she was going to be self-conscious all night.
She could hear Jack moving around in the formal living room and he soon came out into the foyer and smiled up at her. He was wearing a crisp black tuxedo, impeccably tailored. His silver hair was perfectly parted and his eyes shone with happiness at the sight of her. He was holding a jewelry box in his hand. Caroline walked down the stairs to greet him.
He took her hands and kissed her on the cheek. “You look dazzling, Caroline.”
Maybe the dress looked all right. “Thanks.”
“Still working on that compliments thing, aren’t you?”
“Fighting the good fight, as always.”
“I’ll have to help you with that.” He handed her the velvet box. “I got you a little something.”
She opened it up. Inside was a diamond solitaire necklace that complemented the set of small studs she was wearing. To the untrained eye the chain looked silver, but Caroline knew platinum when she saw it. The diamond hanging from the chain was significantly larger than the setting on the engagement ring Nicky had given her, and that had been over a carat in size.
Caroline stared down at the necklace, unable to speak. She snapped her mouth shut, aware that it was hanging open. Her hand trembled slightly. She had to stop gawking at it, but it was gorgeous. It was more than a little something. This was a wickedly expensive gift.
“I took a chance that you wouldn’t bring too much jewelry,” Jack confessed. “You seem to stick to earrings most of the time.”
She wondered what else he’d been noticing about her. “You’re right,” she said. “I guess I’m too lazy to properly accessorize in the mornings.”
He took the box from her. “May I?”
“Of course.” She turned around so that her back was to him. He lightly touched her neck, brushing his fingers at the few stray hairs below her chignon, making sure they wouldn’t get caught in the delicate chain. He fastened the solitaire around her neck, kissing her where the clasp lay against her skin. She looked down at the round cut diamond, then spun to face him.
“It’s beautiful, Jack. Thank you.”
He took her free hand in his. “I don’t want you to think I expect anything from you because of this. But I wanted to show you how much the past few months have meant to me. I truly, deeply appreciate your friendship. I never thought I’d meet a woman like you.”
Caroline blushed. “There you go with those compliments again.”
She didn’t know what made her do it. They’d shared a couple of relatively innocuous kisses, almost pecks. Okay, maybe one not very innocuous kiss and that other one, the one that made her weak at the knees. The one she dreamt about every night for the past couple of weeks. That one. But she wanted more than that. And he was such an incredibly sexy man. Without wasting too much time dwelling on it, she leaned in and kissed him.
He responded more quickly than she had anticipated, cupping her face in one hand and drawing her body closer with the other. His tongue teased seductively at her lips and she opened her mouth, letting him explore and taste her. Her black clutch slipped out of her hand onto the floor. Jack intertwined his hands with hers, pushing her up against the wall. He pressed his body against hers and she could feel him starting to get excited.
They stood exchanging long kisses for several minutes. Caroline desperately wanted to run her fingers through his hair but she didn’t want to take her hands away from his. His cologne was intoxicating. They teased each other with their hips, their hands clasped tightly together, kissing deeply until they were both out of breath.
Finally Caroline came up for air. “I think we might have wrecked my lipstick. You’re wearing most of it now.”
Jack laughed. “Is it a flattering color?”
She picked up her clutch and took a Kleenex out, dabbing at his lips until she heard the doorbell ring. “Is that our ride?”
“Probably.” He sounded a little disappointed, but leaned in and kissed her cheek before answering the door. “Go reapply your lipstick so we can kiss it off again.”
“If we do that we’re never going to get to that fundraiser. I’ll fix it in the car. Let’s go.”
* * * * *
Caroline and Jack entered the ballroom. His hand was on the small of her back. That was nice. Not nearly as nice as the kissing, but comforting.
He turned to her. “I’ll get us some drinks. Moscato, I assume?”
“Am I that predictable?”
“Predictable, but delightful nonetheless.”
She beamed at him. “Moscato sounds perfect.”
Jack started walking toward the bar. Caroline barely had a chance to orient herself and start people watching when she felt a yank on her arm.
“What are you doing?” Christine’s crisp voice was even more brittle than usual.
“I’m supporting your Senate campaign. At least, that’s what I assume I’m doing. I’m not helping you launder money, am I?”
“Don’t be coy,” Christine said, still gripping Caroline’s upper arm. “What are you doing here with him?”
Caroline laughed uneasily. “Well, um, I suppose it’s a date. We didn’t really talk about that, but-”
“Are you nuts?”
Any direct response to that question would be entirely too unladylike. Caroline wriggled free from Christine’s grasp. “I told him I was coming here tonight and he offered to escort me.”
“This is why you said you wouldn’t need our guest room, isn’t it?” Christine covered her mouth with her hand. “You’re staying with him, aren’t you?”
Caroline bit her tongue. She really didn’t want to get into anything with Christine. Not at her big fundraiser. “Yes, I am. In one of his guest bedrooms,” she added.
Christine’s eyes drifted down to the large diamond around Caroline’s neck. “He gave you that, didn’t he?”
“He might have.” Caroline decided to poke back a little. “You don’t like it? Is it too small for your taste?”
Christine scowled at her, unaware of the looks she was getting from new arrivals. “What are you thinking?” she whispered harshly.
“Chrissy, calm down. People are staring. Didn’t you plan this fundraiser to convince donors you’re warm and approachable?”
“Don’t change the subject,” Christine snapped, but she made a concerted effort to relax her frown. “He’s bad news, Punky. Bad, bad news.” She took another moment to compose h
erself. “I don’t want him here.”
“He just wrote you a giant check. I’d hate to tell him to rip it up.” Caroline found Christine’s behavior unsurprising but frustrating. “What’s the big deal, anyway?”
“I know you’ve been spending a lot of time with him since January, and he’s met the girls, he’s had dinner with us, whatever. I can’t tell you whether it was a good idea to let this man get to know your children. Maybe I should have said something to you sooner. But he’s only got one thing on his mind.”
“And what’s that?”
“He’s trying to get in your pants.”
Caroline laughed. “Isn’t that what most men try to do with women?”
“He’s a user, Caroline.”
“I think you’re wrong. So what if he wants to sleep with me?” Caroline tried not to sound insulted. “It’s not the worst idea I’ve ever heard.”
Christine’s tone was disapproving. “Do you know how many women he’s had in greater Philadelphia?”
“Really, Chrissy. You sound like a prude.”
“I do not. You deserve better than being a notch on his bedpost.”
“I don’t think that’s how he feels about me.”
Christine looked over Caroline’s shoulder at Jack, who was still at the bar. “I don’t trust him,” she declared. “I don’t trust his intentions, his motivations, anything about him. He is up to no good.”
Caroline shook her head. “You’re being overly dramatic.”
“Do you know why I was so upset at you about the way you acted during the campaign? Because I didn’t want you to behave in a manner that was beneath you. It doesn’t mean that what you said about him was false. Everything I’ve ever heard about him proves that what you said during that speech was the truth.”
“What a terrible thing to say. You don’t even know him. And neither did I when I said those things.”
“You don’t know him now. At all.”
“You need to stop being so cynical.”
Christine sighed. “Caroline, I know enough about him to know what’s going on here. You need to stay far away from that man. He’s only going to hurt you.”
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