Not Quite Over You

by Susan Mallery

  “You don’t know that.”

  “Tell me I’m wrong.”

  He leaned toward her and lowered his voice. “You are wrong. I did think about her. I wondered. You’re right—you were the one dealing with your pregnancy and I was in college. Fine. I accept that. But once you stayed in touch with her, you should have said something. You owed me that. If not then at least now.” He waved his arm toward the rest of the room. “We’re supposed to be business partners. We’re sleeping together and starting something personal between us. How am I supposed to trust you now when you kept this from me? And where on earth do we go from here?”

  Instead of waiting for an answer, he turned and walked out. The door slammed behind him.

  Silver shivered slightly, then sank onto the chair. Her eyes burned, but she didn’t cry. She told herself to keep breathing, that he would calm down and they would talk again later. Because there was a whole lot more he had to know.

  * * *

  DREW CALLED HIS assistant from his car and told her he wouldn’t be coming back into the bank today. He pulled off his tie, tossed his suit jacket into the backseat and drove east nearly seventy miles before turning around and driving back.

  For the first hundred and ten miles, he cursed Silver and told himself he hadn’t done anything wrong. For the last thirty, he thought maybe there might be more than one side to the story. He exited the freeway just before he reached town and drove for a few minutes. It was nearly two o’clock when he pulled up at a pair of big gates and pushed the intercom button to connect to the main office in the stable.

  “Drew?” Cade’s voice was scratchy through the speaker system. “What’s up?”

  “You got a second?”

  “Sure. I’m in back, in my office.”

  “Thanks.”

  Drew knew the way. He drove around the large farmhouse to the parking area by the massive stables. It was a sunny day and several people were exercising the horses Cade bred. Drew got out of his car and walked toward the biggest barn and Cade’s office. His friend met him just inside the open double door.

  Cade took one look at him and shook his head. “How bad?”

  “No one’s dead.”

  Cade didn’t say anything.

  “No one is dead or injured or arrested,” Drew amended. “Good enough?”

  “For now.”

  Cade led him to his large office. There was a desk with a computer, a dry erase board mounted on the wall and a few file cabinets. In the back was a battered sofa. Drew took a seat on it and Cade pulled up his desk chair.

  “It’s Silver,” Drew started, then paused, not sure what exactly to say. He was still processing information, still trying to figure out what he felt. Confusion, sure. Anger. Maybe a little guilt. But more than any of that, he felt a massive sense of betrayal while at the same time he wasn’t sure he had the right.

  “You remember when I told you Silver got pregnant that summer?”

  “Sure.”

  “There’s more. I hadn’t wanted to break up when I left for college, but she insisted. She said I’d want to be free to do whatever I wanted at college. I fought her on it, but in the end I agreed. Three weeks into my freshman year, I knew she was right. I missed her but it wasn’t the same.”

  Cade waited, his expression both concerned and patient.

  “She showed up around my sixth week and told me she was pregnant,” Drew admitted. “Scared the crap out of me. I was angry and horrified and resentful as hell, but I didn’t say any of that.”

  “You said before you offered to marry her.”

  “I did. She turned me down. She said we should give up the baby. I signed the paperwork and that was that.”

  Cade didn’t say anything.

  “I thought that was it,” Drew continued. “Or rather I never thought about our kid again. Okay, maybe every couple of years. We had a girl, by the way.” Autumn, he remembered. Her name was Autumn.

  “For me, it was done, but not for Silver. She and her uncle found a nice couple and Silver went to live with them so no one knew she was pregnant.”

  “I wondered how that had been kept a secret.”

  Drew thought about the rest of it. What had seemed like such a horrendous crime a couple of hours ago suddenly didn’t seem so very awful. So why was he angry?

  “She stayed in touch with them. The mom and the girl. Autumn. She lived with them for a while. She knows our daughter and she never told me that. Never told me any of it.”

  Cade looked at him for several seconds before asking, “Did you want to be told?”

  “I don’t know. I never had the chance to wonder. I thought she was just gone, but she’s not. Silver kept her from me.” He leaned forward and rested his forearms on his thighs. “Everything is completely messed up. My mother’s back and she’s all about your party. She wants a private audience with the king, by the way, so you’ll want to avoid that. Then Silver and I went into business together.”

  “How is that messed up? I thought you wanted to go into business with her.”

  “I do and it’s great. Expanding her business is the right thing to do. She and I are getting involved and that’s great. It’s all coming together and now this. She dumped it on me with no warning.” He looked at his friend. “She knows our kid and I don’t.”

  “Do you want to?”

  “Yes. Maybe. I think so.” Drew still couldn’t grasp the truth of it. “She’s my daughter and I know nothing about her.” Meet Autumn? Could he? Another question was why was Silver telling him this now? Why after all these years did she suddenly feel the need to share the news?

  “When I moved back to Happily Inc, I knew I wanted to take over the ranch,” Cade said unexpectedly. “I worked out a deal with Grandpa Frank where I would buy him out over time.”

  “Makes sense.” All Grandpa Frank’s grandchildren would be left money, but the ranch was a much-bigger prize. No way Cade could simply have it.

  “I had a plan, a good one. Being able to buy an El Baharian stallion made that plan possible.” He smiled. “But I didn’t just get the horse—I got the girl, too.”

  Drew remembered how Bethany had come with Rida as a lowly stable hand. It wasn’t until she and Cade had already fallen in love that she’d admitted to being a royal princess.

  “Loving her was easy,” Cade said. “As for the rest of it, let’s just say it took me a while to figure out what was important to me. I had to give up my ideas about doing everything myself. Bethany wanted to be an equal partner. I had to be open to that, and to being a prince. But it’s worth it. She’s worth anything.”

  Drew shook his head. “I’m not in love with Silver.” That he knew for sure.

  “Not now, but you were. Both of you. Silver loved you and had the smarts to know what was going to happen. Loving you, she let you go. Then she turned up pregnant and when she could have trapped you into marriage, she didn’t. She gave you an out and you took it.” He held up a hand. “I’m not saying you were wrong, but look at it from her point of view. The guy she loved more than anyone ever had gone off to college and when she found out she was pregnant, he basically signed a couple of papers and told her to have a good life. He got off with nothing while she had to deal with finding people to adopt their baby, go through the pregnancy, recover, and then go on with her life as if nothing had happened. For you, it was out of sight, out of mind. Sorry, Drew. You’re not the victim here.”

  His cousin’s words were blunt. The emotions that had been battling for dominance suddenly retreated, leaving only shame as the winner.

  He stood and looked at his friend. “I was a total shit.”

  “Yup.”

  “I should probably go hear her side of the story.”

  “It wouldn’t be the worst decision in the world.”

  * * *

  SILVER HAD CHOS
EN that particular afternoon to tell Drew about his daughter for a couple of reasons—first, because time was running out and second, because she’d had a feeling it might not go well and she didn’t have any other appointments to worry about. Watching a vendor break down emotionally never made a bride feel good about her upcoming wedding.

  After Drew walked out, Silver decided that rather than have a mini breakdown she would get busy. She cleaned her entire loft, then signed for a delivery. The large, flat box turned out to be the perfect distraction—it was her dress for Leigh’s wedding.

  As promised, it was perfect for The Great Gatsby theme. The silky, pale pink dress was sleeveless with a V neckline, but what made the dress was the beading. From the shoulder to midthigh, the dress was beaded in a swirling, elegant art deco style. She could practically hear ragtime music playing in the background.

  She hurried up to her loft and got out of her clothes. She pulled on the dress and headed for the full-length mirror in her bathroom.

  The fit was perfect. The material hugged her body, and then fell to the floor. It was a little too long, but she knew all the best alterations experts in town. Once she decided on her shoes, she would get the gown hemmed.

  Her hair was a problem. The long, straight style wouldn’t work at all. Neither would any kind of a braid. She twisted her hair, then pulled it up. That was better, she thought and walked out in the living room area to get her phone. She was going to need a hair appointment the morning of the wedding so she could have her hair done. All she generally went in for was a trim and a little color. Her stylist would be thrilled.

  She took a couple of selfies to text to Leigh and was just about to change back into her jeans when she heard someone knocking on the door to her loft. She opened it and saw Drew standing there.

  In her excitement over the dress, she’d momentarily forgotten about their earlier discussion. Seeing him brought all her feelings back at once. She went from happy to defensive and unsure in less than a second. Emotional whiplash, she thought, feeling more than a little sick to her stomach.

  She stepped back to let him in, then closed the door behind him.

  “Obviously we have to talk,” he said, then frowned. “What are you wearing?”

  She glanced down at the dress, then back at him. “Give me a second to get changed. I’ll be right back.”

  She hurried to her bedroom area, grateful for the screens that gave her privacy. It only took her a second to slip off the dress and hang it, then pull on jeans and her T-shirt. She returned to the living room. Drew stood by a window, facing her.

  “You first,” he said.

  With the light behind him, she couldn’t see his face and she had no idea what he was thinking. Not that it mattered, she told herself. He could be as angry as he wanted. She’d done the best she could at the time. She’d been dealing with a lot and she’d been on her own. Whatever complaints he had now were his own fault.

  “I didn’t tell you about Autumn for a lot of reasons,” she began. “I stayed in LA with Leigh for almost two years. I helped her with the baby and went to school and worked and tried to figure out what I wanted with my life. When I came back, you were still in college, then you took that bank job back East for a couple of years and when you returned to Happily Inc, you were engaged. Why on earth would I say anything about our daughter?”

  Before he could say anything, she continued. “I’ve continued to stay in touch with Leigh. She and her first husband got a divorce and that was hard, but he’s still close to Autumn and Leigh’s amazing. I talk to them on the phone or do FaceTime or Skype regularly. I see Autumn a couple of times a year. She knows she’s adopted, she knows I’m her birth mother, but it’s no big deal. It’s all she’s ever known. She calls me Silver because Leigh is her real mom. I’m just a really good friend of the family who happened to give birth to her.”

  “Does she know about me?” he asked.

  “She knows she has a biological father, yes.”

  “Why now? Why did you want to tell me now? You could have done it two years ago or in five more years. Why now?”

  And there it was—the real complication in an already-difficult situation.

  “Leigh’s getting married. Denton is a great guy and he’s going to make them both so happy.” She cleared her throat. “The thing is Leigh has heard me talk about Happily Inc for years, but she’s never been here. I’ve always gone to LA. So when she was thinking about where to have the wedding, she thought about it being here. She talked to Pallas and found out there was a cancellation.”

  Silver squared her shoulders. “That’s, um, why I was wearing that dress before. I’m going to be a bridesmaid in Leigh’s wedding. She’s coming here to get married and she’s bringing Autumn with her. Then, while Leigh and Denton are on their honeymoon, I’ll be keeping Autumn. Here. For a week.”

  Drew finally moved away from the window. She could see his stunned expression. “Our daughter is going to be here for a week and you’re going to babysit her?”

  “Yes. That’s about it. There were a lot of reasons to tell you but the biggest one is that Autumn really wants to meet you.”

  CHAPTER ELEVEN

  DREW STEPPED OUT of his shower to find Mr. Whiskers had made his way to the master bathroom. The rabbit had no trouble going up and down stairs, which was a little startling. Drew had assumed that Mr. Whiskers would keep to the first floor, but he seemed to enjoy running amok in the entire house.

  Although Drew kept the rabbit in a large cage while he was at work and when he went to bed, the rest of the time Mr. Whiskers had free run of the house. The lady at the pet store had sold him a couple more litter boxes to keep things clean.

  Drew had put cord protectors on every electrical cord he could find. Mr. Whiskers loved to chew and Drew didn’t think rabbit teeth and electricity were a good mix. At least having the rabbit around was a distraction of sorts—not that anything could stop him from thinking about his daughter.

  In the past couple of days, he and Silver had talked a few more times. She’d shown him pictures of Autumn and he had tried to process the fact that she really was a part of him. That one sultry summer night, he and Silver had created a child. It was a lot to take in but he was going to have to figure it out.

  He dressed in a suit, then went downstairs. Drew had already fed Mr. Whiskers, so he made his own breakfast before cleaning out the rabbit’s hutch. He made sure there was plenty of water and fresh hay before going to look for his houseguest. After about fifteen minutes of catch-me-if-you-can, he managed to get the rabbit back in the cage and carefully locked the hutch door. Shortly after, he was on his way to the bank.

  He got through his morning easily enough. Meetings kept him busy. Around noon, Libby stopped by.

  “It’s so lovely to have your mother up at the house,” Libby said, her smile anything but happy. “It reminds me of what it was like when we were girls together.”

  Drew had heard plenty of stories about how the two sisters had hated each other, so he wasn’t sure how to respond. Fortunately—or not—Libby kept talking.

  “We’ve been catching up on old times. Irene must be happy that you’re finally settling down.”

  Drew looked at his aunt. “What do you mean?”

  Libby feigned surprise. “Aren’t you and Silver a couple? I’ve seen you together all over town.” She touched her fingers to her mouth, then lowered her voice. “Is it a secret? Do you need me not to tell? Because, to be honest, Silver isn’t at all who your mother had in mind for you. She owns a mobile bar, although the fact that it’s on wheels may not matter to your mother. Silver’s beautiful, which helps, I suppose. But she doesn’t have family or connections and you know how important those are to Irene. Oh dear. What are you going to do?”

  He held Libby’s gaze for several seconds. “Tell her or not. It doesn’t matter to me. Sorry to disappoint you, bu
t it’s the truth.”

  He walked away thinking that dealing with his mother about Silver was nothing when compared with actually meeting his daughter for the very first time.

  * * *

  “THANKS FOR THIS,” Silver said as she pulled the worn bike out of the garage. “Autumn still loves riding a bike, so having this for the week is going to be great.”

  Wynn smiled. “No problem. Let’s all be grateful that I have trouble getting rid of things. Besides, Hunter is looking forward to hanging out with Autumn again.” She sighed. “He’s at that age where girls are stupid, interesting or scary, depending on the day. But he and Autumn had such a good time when we spent the weekend together that he seems to be more excited than anything else.”

  A couple of years before, while Silver had been in Los Angeles with Autumn for a long weekend, Wynn and Hunter had joined them at Disneyland. The four of them had gone to the amusement park together and the kids had gotten along great.

  “Just think, in a few years Hunter will see girls as conquests,” Silver teased.

  Wynn shuddered. “That is not happening. I won’t let it.”

  They put the bike in the back of Silver’s truck, then went into Wynn’s small house. Once they were in the kitchen, Wynn poured them each a cup of coffee.

  “You doing okay?” Wynn asked.

  “I’m trying. Drew’s still in shock. He texts me questions when he thinks of them and says he’s looking forward to meeting Autumn.”

  “Isn’t that what you want? Them to meet?”

  “Sure, but wanting it and having it happen are two different things. I just want the week to go well. For all of us. Leigh’s getting married. That needs to be a happy day for her.”

  “It will be. Deep breaths. You’ll get through it. Drew’s a good guy. He’s processing but in the end, he’ll come around.”

  Silver hoped her friend was right. “At least I told him. That’s something.”