by Claire Adams
"I wasn't paying attention to headlines. I was helping you through a family crisis, or was all that just a big joke, too?"
My voice was getting too loud. I spun and headed out the patio door. "Don't follow me. I just need some air."
I heard Alicia's silken voice as I retreated. "I knew you two weren't really engaged. Honestly, Penn, she's not your type at all. I can't believe your parents ever fell for it."
"They fooled me," Phillip said.
I sucked in my breath and refused to cry. I couldn't let Penn and his friends get any more entertainment out of the poor girl from South Dakota.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Penn - 18
I clenched my fists so hard my nails dug into my hand, but I had to admit that I was relieved. Now Corsica knew who I really was, not the penniless black sheep of my family. Except now she saw me as a liar, instead of a self-made man.
"She really didn't know who you are?" Alicia tittered again, as if it was the most unbelievable thing. "I thought all gold-diggers went straight for the ego, but it seems your country girl was taking a different route."
"I never told her my last name. It never came up," I said.
"And not much of a conversationalist, either. Poor Penn," Alicia purred.
I shook her off. "You couldn't wait to tell her, could you? You knew and you waited until it would be a big scene."
Alicia smoothed back her hair and surveyed the room. Half a dozen men smiled, nodded, and beckoned to her. "I couldn't let her get her claws any deeper into you. Now you're free to pursue other things. Or people."
"You're right," I snapped, stepping around Alicia to follow Corsica. "I'm free of a silly lie and now Corsica can get to know the real me."
All I heard from Alicia was a sharp intake of breath. I was sure she had never expected the conversation to end that way. Alicia had preened and posed, sure I was going to shower her with thanks and love. It made my stomach turn.
Still, she had a point. It was freeing now that the truth was out. Now Corsica knew I was a billionaire, not that it mattered much. She wasn't going to see any great change in me. I just had to make certain I didn't see a change in her.
Which would never happen unless I stopped her from leaving. I wove through the country club crowd, trying to be polite, but mostly pushing. Too many people wanted to congratulate me on the Forbes list, offer rich advice, or introduce their lovely daughters. I couldn't breathe, and I couldn't see Corsica.
I spotted her just as she dodged for the side door. Luckily, my parents were nearby and my father stepped in front of her. I was stuck behind an elderly couple and couldn't do anything. Corsica's hands fluttered in front of her face-was she crying?
My mother pulled out a handkerchief and tucked Corsica into a quiet corner. My heart was in my throat by the time I got close enough to hear what they were saying.
"It was all a lie. He's been lying to me from the very first night," Corsica said. She balled my mother's handkerchief up and shook her fist. "And I was so stupid. I should have searched the internet for his name, I should have known as soon as he arrived."
Xavier laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, my dear; I went along with it. It was meant to protect him, not hurt you."
Corsica's eyes flashed. "Penn didn't need protection from me. Until now. He turned me into the butt of a joke for all his fancy friends."
"Oh, Corsica, you aren't a joke. If anything, the joke's on Penn. He didn't tell you about his money because he wanted to see how you would feel about him, instead of it. And now that he knows, he's screwed everything up." My mother fixed me with a piercing look. "That doesn't mean you should call the wedding off."
"Wedding?" Corsica echoed. I waited for her to reveal the extent of my lies, but she didn't. "How can I marry someone I don't even know?"
Xavier patted her shoulder. "You know the important parts."
"Like he's a liar," Corsica spat. Then she saw me and struggled to get past my parents to the door.
"She's right, I'm a liar," I said. It was the only way to stop her. "Corsica and I are not engaged. We met the same night Xavier arrived in San Francisco. I made up our engagement, and she was nice enough to go along with it."
My mother's eyes glowed with the confirmation that she had known all along. Except for why. "Maybe you made up the lie until you could make it the truth?"
Corsica stopped dodging and fixed me with a laser bright gaze. "He said it was to make you happy. Like some sort of dying wish. I only went along with it because I knew what a hard road you all had ahead of you."
"And that is why we love you," my mother said. She wrapped an arm around Corsica.
Tears brimmed on the edge of her lovely, blue eyes again. "I took advantage of you. I'm sorry."
"Nonsense." Xavier straightened up and met me eye-to-eye. "One song from you and I would have given you Penn's old garage apartment as a thank you. And you helped us through the worst time."
My mother tipped her head and studied me. "I think maybe Penn should revaluate what his plan was all along."
"What plan?" I snapped. "It was supposed to be a fun one-night stand and then all of this happened."
Alice's expression turned sharp. "Now you're just lying to yourself, Penn. You need to think about the actual truth of your relationship."
"I should go," Corsica said.
"You're leaving?" I stepped forward to catch her hands, but she flinched away.
Then Corsica stepped towards me with a wave of fury that bowled me back on my heels. "I'm not leaving the ball, if that's what you think. I've been alone long enough; I don't have any problem being on my own."
She swept away in her midnight blue dress, looking regal. The tears were gone and Corsica's expression was set in a pleasant, aloof smile that had more than one head turning.
"I hate for her to be so lonely," Xavier said, "but, damn, she looks better off alone."
"Well, let's see how our son does on his own. Something tells me he won't pull it off," Alice said.
My parents drifted away into pleasant conversations. I heard crystal glasses tinkling as their engagement was celebrated.
I didn't know what my mother meant by me being alone because I couldn't go more than three feet without someone stopping me to chat.
"You know, my entire company changed once we hit the Forbes list," an older gentleman said without preamble. I recognized him, but in a vague way connected with my father. "Have you thought about how to preserve what got you there in the first place?"
"Avoiding events like this," I said.
I stepped around him and followed Corsica as she meandered through the dining hall. She was stopped here and there for introductions, and her smiling conversations were always effortless. People were seeking out her connections, and my parents happily nodded and waved when she pointed to them as her friends.
Corsica was at ease in the pretentious company, in a way that I started to envy. It occurred to me more than once as I stalked around the edges of the social event that she was much better suited to my millions than I was.
I stuck myself in a doorway where I could see her, but easily escape any conversation that came my way. Watching Corsica charm entire swathes of the room gave way to a wild fantasy. What if I just gave her all my money? I could disappear back into the wilderness and keep growing my company off the grid, just the way I liked it. She would probably create some amazing charity or scholarship and change the lives of countless kids with pasts like hers. Corsica could probably take my money and find a cure for cancer.
I kept reminding myself that the point of my daydream was that I was better off alone. I loved being alone. It didn't matter that twice that evening I overheard people talking about me as a confirmed bachelor or an eccentric solitary.
I tried to focus on the next trip I would take and how all of this pretentiousness and show would drop away as soon as I was outside.
That's why I loved camping. All the weight of other people's expectations
, jealousies, and influences just fell away when I was out in the wilderness. Except for Corsica.
I'd practically fallen off a sheer cliff face because all I could think about was her. I hated to think what would happen on my next trip out. I would probably stumble off the trail and die from some horribly amateur accident, like a broken ankle.
"You should smile before people think you've gone feral." Alicia sidled up to me and slipped her hand through the crook of my elbow.
I refused to smile and tried to shake her off, but it didn't matter.
"What a lovely couple."
"Oh, what a dream wedding that would be." The older women sighed happily as they nodded to us and walked by.
"Alicia," a man's voice boomed behind us. "I was hoping you'd introduce me to your gentleman."
I couldn't escape. Alicia made the introductions, despite my curt nod. I had lost sight of Corsica, and it made my chest tighten. Still, I was trapped by Alicia and her upper echelon heiress status. I could practically see dollar signs in everyone's eyes as they smiled at us.
"So, you've finally met the one that can save you from bachelorhood, eh, Penn?" the man asked.
"What? Who?"
"Alicia, of course. She's your perfect match. No worries about uneven financials."
"Donald is my family's accountant," Alicia reminded me again.
I shook her arm off mine. "What do bank accounts have to do with being a good couple?"
She gave me an icy smile. "You can't be serious, Penn. Donald could point out dozens of marriages on the rocks in this very room due to financial strain. If one partner has all the money, there is never any peace in the relationship. Am I right, Donald?"
Donald took a hearty sip of his wine. "Not that you two would have to worry about that. Smooth sailing for you two. And, such a good-looking couple."
"So, that's it?" I snapped. "That's the secret to a happy relationship-even bank accounts and good looks?"
"Or one partner has all the looks and the other one all the money. Right?" Donald laughed at his own joke.
"Really, Penn," Alicia said quietly to me. "Can you even imagine if you continued seeing that girl? Now she knows how much money you have, and she's going to start wanting things, things that you have to buy for her."
I shook my head. Corsica was determined to make her own way. It's part of what I loved most about her.
As if she read my thoughts, Alicia continued. "But, what she really wants is to be on equal footing, and that's never going to happen. Best to let her find someone on even ground."
"Maybe you're right," I ground out. "Corsica would never be happy knowing that I had everything she wanted. Everything would always be a competition, and let's face it, she's never going to win."
Alicia's smile turned catty and I turned around to see Corsica's blue eyes blink slowly. She drew herself up and straightened her shoulders.
"I was coming to see if you'd like to dance," Corsica said. Her tone was even, elegant, and cool. "I thought perhaps we had some things to discuss, but it seems you two have already sorted everything out."
She had sought me out. I stood for a second in awe of Corsica's poise and her willingness to face hard conversations. Then, I realized that she was slipping through the crowd, and this time, I knew she was leaving for good. I moved to follow her, but Alicia tangled around my arm again.
"See?" she asked. "She'll never be on equal footing with people like us."
"I'm nothing like you," I spat at her. I unwound her claws from my arm and pushed my way through the fancy crowd.
Corsica wove gracefully through the press of tuxedoes and ball gowns and was almost to the front door. This time, my parents were not there to stop her, though I saw my mother furiously gesturing from across the ballroom.
They had just found out I fabricated the entire relationship, and yet both my parents wanted Corsica to stay. Were they seeing something I did not?
"Corsica, please, wait!" I called out too loudly and there was a dip in polite conversation. It spread out like the ripples on a pond as she turned around and pretended as if nothing was wrong.
"Oh, there you are," she said with a smile.
The buzz of conversation started up around us again, but I could hardly hear it over the pounding of my heart. "I thought you said you weren't leaving. Weren't you going to prove that you don't need anyone?"
As soon as the words left my mouth, I tensed waiting for them to land. It was a harsh blow, and one I didn't mean. I just didn't know how to get her to stay.
Relief flooded my system when Corsica did not look hurt. She was furious. Despite her polite smile, she sailed straight up to me and stabbed a finger in my chest. "I don't have anything to prove to you, Penn. I'm not the one that's been lying."
"No, you're just the one that's running away." I wondered if my mouth was permanently disconnected from my brain.
Corsica raised her chin, her upswept hair accentuating the regal disdain of the motion. "There's nothing for me here. Your mother has her health, your parents have each other, and you have an heiress. Go stand on equal footing with her. I'm gone."
She slipped through the crowd so quickly all I could see was the sweeping train of her midnight gown. I elbowed my way through, but didn't catch her this time until she was almost to the far gate of the formal gardens.
"Please, Corsica, it's not what you think," I called.
A small knot of men smoking cigars snickered. Corsica gave all of us a disgusted look and kept going.
"Poor sucker," one of the men puffed.
His friend shook his head. "I don't know, I'd tell a hundred lies a day to be with someone like her."
I glared at them and broke into a jog. Corsica dodged through the topiary, but I caught hold of her elbow just past the giraffe.
"Let go of me. I refuse to let you make me into a scene," she hissed.
"Oh, so you're back to the ice princess who first ran into me on the steps? I'm not going to fall for it. I know who you are, Corsica."
"You don't know anything about me." She wrenched her arm free and crossed her arms tightly over her waist. "You don't want to know anything about me. And, more to the point, you don't want me to really know you. Oh, and the only reason we had anything to do with each other, your insane little lie about us, is over. We're done."
I reached out for her hands, but she refused. "We both know it was more than that. And it was more than you feeling empathy for me and my family. There's something else. I'm sorry for all the rest of it, but I'm not sorry for that."
"You're not sorry that you slept with me just to get me out of your system?" She snorted and started off down the path to the beach gate.
"You really think that's all it was?"
She stopped, but did not turn around. "Then what was it?"
I didn't know how to say it. It felt like it buzzed in the air, louder than a cicada in August, but I couldn't get the words to form in my mouth.
Corsica half-turned and gave a sad, little sigh. "It doesn't matter. You'd always think I was just a gold-digger; you'd always be suspicious of me."
"I don't care about the money. I don't care about 'equal footing' or whatever that nonsense was." My voice was raspy.
"But I care where I stand."
Something crumpled in my chest, and I couldn't stand it anymore. "Fine. You want to try to keep your high ground by maintaining this drama, then go ahead. I'll call a car to take you back to Santa Cruz, and I'll cut you a check for your summer rent. You're right, our deal is done, and we should be, too."
Corsica looked at me, her blue eyes as shadowed as the midnight folds of her ball gown. I held my breath, hoping her next words wouldn't hurt. My lungs burned and my chest ached, but she didn't say a word. Instead, she turned and slipped through the beach gate, down the steep dunes to the ocean.
I stood there for what felt like century until a voice startled me. "Did I just miss Corsica? Is the whole show over?" Phillip strolled up and handed me a double whiskey.
"The whole thing was a lie. We were never engaged. It was just a one-night stand that turned into a weekend getaway that turned into the biggest mess I've ever made."
Phillip clinked his glass against mine. "You love her. Of course things got messy. They always do when one person has nothing and the other person has, what should we call it? Your father's touch?"
I scowled at him and knocked my drink back in one go. It burned like hell, but I liked it. The whiskey felt like the only thing that would melt the glacier covering my chest.
"I wouldn't have been the one with the problem," I grumbled. "I'd give away all my money if that's what she wanted."
Phillip nodded, not at all surprised. "Then, what the hell are you doing? Go after her."
"Don't people say if you love someone you should let them go?" I asked.
My friend took my glass with an impish grin. "I think that depends on if they know you love them or not."
I cursed all the way down the sandy, shifting path. At the bottom, I expected to see Corsica huddled against the rocks, trying to escape the chill Pacific breeze. She was nowhere to be seen, though. Panic gripped me and I stumbled through the seaweed and driftwood.
"Corsica? Corsica!"
A shadow detached from a sand dune far down the beach. Corsica appeared, a willowy outline against the moonlit sand. Her long gown whipped around her, and for a moment, she looked like a sea goddess swept up in the waves of her dress. Then she gathered up the long skirt, turned from me, and began to run.
I sprinted along the beach, only stopping when I got tangled up in her abandoned high heels. I scooped them up, muttering horrible things about princesses and their silly shoes. Even barefoot, Corsica was faster than me.
I'd told her it was over and now she was too far gone.
My lungs ached from the run, but I felt a burst of hope when dark, jagged rocks loomed up ahead. Past the country club boundaries, the beach grew wild. The waves crashed against the outcropping and sprayed mist far into the air. New waves pounded up behind, and the high tide was beginning to swallow the beach. Corsica would have to turn around or risk getting caught between the hurling surf and the rising rock walls.
