“I think not,” came the upper-crust drawl. “Although you’ve clearly been helping yourself to my future wife.”
She felt Tyler’s hand tense and thought he would leap over the bar to defend her. But this was still her battle. Come to confront her in a way she hadn’t expected or wanted, but hers nonetheless. She placed her hand on Tyler’s chest, looked him in the eye and shook her head.
Then she stepped away from him and turned to face him.
“Charles.”
He hadn’t changed, his blond hair sweeping carelessly across his forehead, thin lips pursed as if he smelled something rotten, and soft, delicate hands posed artfully in front of him as if he were concerned that if he touched a surface he might catch something. Even his voice, refined in East Coast prep schools and universities and archly superior, was the same.
“Good evening, Grace.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Slumming, apparently. The same as you are.” His eyes skimmed her clothes doubtfully. “Buying off the rack these days, are we?”
“Stop it, Charles.”
“Really, darling—” he waved vaguely at the small restaurant “—this place could fit in the lobby of Nîce. I can’t believe you’ve been hiding out in this shack all this time.”
“Shut your mouth.” She rapped out the words, her voice raised. Several of the bar patrons shifted on their stools, as if ready to come to her rescue at a word. She saw with pleasure that she’d given Charles a start by yelling at him. He recovered quickly however.
“It seems you’ve found your temper at last. Charming. I can’t imagine that there’s anything else worth sampling here.”
Her fist slammed onto the bar, rattling the glasses.
“Running an announcement in the papers doesn’t make me your wife, Charles, and dining out every night on the company tab doesn’t make you a restaurant critic. You don’t know anything about value and worth. Just trendiness, and money you didn’t have to earn.” Dawning nervousness radiated from the matching blue eyes blinking inches from hers. She didn’t remember thrusting herself over the bar.
“I repeat, what are you doing here?”
“Well…” He paused, drawing a slim gold case from an inside pocket and carefully extracting a narrow, black cigarette. He looked expectantly at her. When she simply waited, motionless, he exhaled audibly and reached into the same pocket for a gold lighter. He proceeded then to press a button and hold the blue flame to the cigarette tip.
His careful exhale blew smoke directly in her face.
Grace felt the exact moment when Tyler decided he’d had enough. He shrugged off her restraining hand and reached over the bar in a move so fast that the cigarette was out of the other man’s mouth and crushed to a stub in an ashtray before anyone blinked.
“I suggest you either answer the lady’s question or remove yourself from the premises.” He ground the cigarette out even further, leaving a split filter and scattered tobacco. His grin said, Try me. “If you can’t make up your mind, I’d be real happy to help you.”
Grace saw Charles consider lighting another cigarette. He decided against it.
“As I was saying, I’ve been receiving disturbing information from certain business associates of mine in the last few days.” His air of sleazy assurance was less convincing by now. “It seems you’ve come out of hiding, Grace, and wrecked some of my more carefully laid plans. Once I figured out what was happening, I took Franklin out to dinner and poured brandy in him until he confessed. He always did think you were too big for your britches, darling.”
She swore mentally at Franklin. “And I always thought Franklin was too dumb to be a lawyer. At least one of us was right.”
“That’s enough. Before we continue the insult fest, I think introductions are in order.” Tyler didn’t bother to offer a handshake. “I’m Tyler. This is my restaurant you’re standing in.”
Her ex smirked.
“Charles Huntington the Third, President of the Haley Group. I’m sure you’ve stood in more than one of my—of our—restaurants.”
But Tyler wasn’t even looking at him. His eyes were locked on hers, asking for answers. She hadn’t noticed him taking a step away from her, but could feel the distance now. Slowly, he extended a hand toward her.
“I said introductions were in order, Grace.” His voice rang sad chords in her heart. “I guess I mean all around.”
In her worst, most fearful imaginings, she’d never dreamed it would take place as badly as this.
“Grace Haley.”
She shook his hand for what felt like the last time.
“Of the Haley Group.” His words were bitter ashes in his mouth.
“Yes.”
“How stupid of me.” The twist of his mouth cut at her like a knife. “It certainly does shine out of you. I wonder if I would have recognized you eventually.” He closed his eyes briefly and she stiffened as he looked at her a moment later. Every trace of her was erased from his eyes. “I don’t even want to know what game you were playing here.” He laughed, harsh and short. “I always knew you were hiding something. Thought I’d wait until you trusted me enough to tell me. But I never would have guessed this.”
“I was going to tell you. Tonight,” she whispered as her heart broke and spilled to the floor at his feet. Tyler just looked at her. She could sooner read a stranger’s gaze.
“It doesn’t matter.”
She watched, refusing to believe, as he turned his back on her and walked away. At the far end of the bar, he carefully lifted the counter flap, walked through and replaced it gently. And she was falling, falling into the dark pit that had opened beneath her feet and swallowed her whole. She was sure she must be screaming, but no one seemed to hear her.
What she did hear, from the depths of her fall, as the wind roared in her ears, was Charles’s voice, pitched to carry to the corners of the room.
“He didn’t know who you were? Or about our engagement, either? My dear, how rude of you. Of course, the staff fall in love with you all the time, and I’m sure you didn’t want to make him feel silly, did you?” Charles didn’t even try to hide the spite in his words, but it didn’t matter. She saw Tyler’s step hitch and knew he heard them as truth. “Since Franklin told me you were returning to your old post tomorrow, I merely wanted to drop in to say welcome back, sweetheart.”
The slow swing of the kitchen doors marked Tyler’s passage out of the room. The noise jarred her enough to shock her back into awareness. Was she letting him leave? This final evidence of her lack of nerve clicked something on inside her. Something she didn’t intend to shut off ever again.
She flicked a glance at Charles as she would at a gnat. His self-satisfied grin and fingers that twiddled a goodbye wave toward the kitchen snagged her anger. She scooped up a wet, dirty bar rag and threw it smack in his face.
“You go to hell,” she snapped, before racing for the back of the house. “Benny,” she shouted without looking back, “show the man out.”
“My pleasure, Grace.”
The sudden yelp from the bar barely registered as she burst into the kitchen, yelling Tyler’s name. She ignored the startled questions of Susannah and Maxie and skidded to a halt in front of the closed office door. She threw it open. He certainly knew who it was.
He didn’t look up from his paperwork. The tumble of his hair over his forehead was as familiar to her as her own skin. She’d loved this man, and lied to him. That she’d done it to protect herself was less than nothing. She loved him still, even as she knew she’d lost him. There was only the truth left to try to heal some of the wounds she’d caused.
“You knew I wasn’t telling you the truth.”
Nothing.
“You knew it. Can’t we talk about this?”
At last he looked up. She wished he hadn’t when she saw his face.
“Hiding something.” He spoke the words slowly, as if testing the shape of them in his mouth. His grimace announced the verdict. �
��You’re right. I knew that. I thought you were hiding from a boyfriend, or had some family trouble.”
“In a way, that’s—” she began. His voice sliced through hers.
“No, Grace. In no way does my idea of what you were concealing match the truth.” His raised hand silenced her protest. “You, one of the heads of this industry, nation-wide, told me that you’d waited tables in a diner once, correct?”
“Yes, but—”
“You are worth millions, and you told me you couldn’t afford to rent an apartment, correct?”
“But I couldn’t—”
“You’re engaged to marry that man, and you told me that you loved me.” He dropped his hand as if too tired to hold it up anymore. “Do you remember that, Grace?”
“I was grieving for my grandmother,” she said into the waiting silence. “My mother wanted it, and I went along because I was too numb to think. It didn’t mean anything, and I broke it off when I left.”
In the silence that stretched between them, she could feel him shutting down, forcing his mind and his heart to close off the thought of her. The pain of it struck her like a physical blow.
“I trusted you to tell me the truth when you felt you could.” He knew that was true, but the final betrayal hurt too much for that to matter. He looked at her, wondered how she still managed to look so damn fragile to him. “I never thought you’d leave without saying a word.”
“I wouldn’t do that.” The words broke from her with the full force of her love behind them. But even when he knew she told the truth, it sounded like a lie now, to him. “Never. I was going to tell you tonight, before tonight. I just couldn’t find a way…”
“To avoid making me feel silly? Do you have any idea how stupid this makes me feel?” Frustration had him punching his fist into the side of the filing cabinet, leaving a sharp dent. The physical pain let him ignore the pain in his heart. “To have offered to share my life, my love, my dreams, with you? Only to find out that you’re already worth a hundred times what I will ever build.”
“No! That’s not true,” she said, willing him with her eyes to believe her. “You’ve created something wonderful here, someplace unique and warm, and you know that. So don’t tell me I could make you feel small. I’ve never thought that, and neither have you.”
“Grace, you could buy and sell me with your petty cash. But you’re right. I never thought that. I did think we loved each other, though, and I thought I had something to offer you.” The past tense cut at her already raw emotions, but she didn’t flinch. She deserved the words. When he pressed a hand wearily to his forehead, she stood still. She had no right to offer comfort now.
“You did.”
“My family loves you, Grace. Yours obviously doesn’t. Your work here had value and was appreciated. I don’t know if that was true for you before.” His pause didn’t allow for interruption. “And I loved you.” He shook his head. “I’d hoped that would be enough.”
“It was.” She was crying now, silently, as she spoke measured words. “It is.”
“How could it be? How could I offer you anything that would make you want to stay with me?” He stood up and walked around the desk.
“Because I love you.”
For a moment he stopped. Stopped and let himself, foolishly, believe for just a moment that she meant it. That this nightmare wasn’t happening to them. “Then stay.”
She hated saying the words.
“I can’t.” And just like that, he was lost to her again. “It’s important to me and I need to explain it to you. Because if you could know why I lied, you could understand why I have to go back. Please.” She placed a hand on his sleeve as he moved to pass her. “I never meant to hurt you. You believed me once when I said that.”
“I believe you now. You wouldn’t mean to. But you did.” He stepped through the door into the kitchen and faced her, expressionless. “Go back to your empire, Grace Haley, where you can treat people carelessly and they’ll put up with it for a paycheck. I’m sure that suits you more than we do.”
Then he was gone. The light went with him.
After long moments she roused herself enough to look around the small room. It was tiny, crowded with extra supplies and messy with unfilled papers, inventories and receipts. It looked like what it was: the office of a small business growing too large already for its humble beginnings. He’d offered to share it with her, and now that it was too late, now that she could see everything she’d done wrong along the way, Grace realized that she’d never wanted anything so badly in her life.
The sudden, sharp pain in her chest nearly crushed her. She whirled blindly, needing a way out, and crashed into Sarah at the door.
“Grace?” The betrayal in her voice made it all clear.
“You didn’t know any of it.” Grace shook her head. The laugh that cackled out of her verged on hysteria. “Of course you didn’t. He trusted me to tell you. All of you. And now he hates me, because I don’t need him to help me.”
She stared around her at the three women in the kitchen. Susannah. Maxie. Sarah. She felt accused by their silence. She thought of Addy and Spencer. Of all the people she’d lied to.
“I needed him to love me. And I’m sorry. So sorry.”
But there were no apologies for this.
She ran for the back door and stumbled into the alley, leaving everything behind.
Ten
When it became clear that the pain of losing Tyler might actually kill her, Grace threw herself into her work with a single-mindedness that those around her found alarming.
Grace knew better. After all, there was literally nothing else she could do. At home in her condo, she stared at the bare white walls and modern leather-and-glass decor, and wished she were still tucked into a small room under the eaves of Sarah’s roof.
One of the first things she’d done upon her return was to send one of her assistant managers to Tyler’s restaurant, with instructions to help out in any way necessary.
“Mop the floors if they ask you. I have an obligation to that family,” she’d explained briskly to the puzzled woman. “I’ve left them with a rather large hole in their staff, and I owe it to them to fill it.”
The next morning, at 9:25 a.m., her office door was flung open, rattling on its hinges. Tyler had stomped into the room, dragging Grace’s employee by a death grip on her wrist. He’d hauled the woman in front of Grace’s desk.
“I don’t want or need your charity.” His palms smacked onto her papers as he’d leaned over her desk and spit the words at her face. She could only look at him, drinking in the sight like a woman dying of thirst. “Trust me. There is no obligation to fulfill. My family doesn’t need your help.”
The iciness of his words had reached her and she’d heard for the first time how she herself must have sounded. Clinical and cold, discharging a debt like the repayment of some paltry social obligation. And knew that for perhaps the first time in her life, she hadn’t felt that way, that she truly cared about these people.
“Tyler, that is not how I meant it.” She’d tried to keep her voice level, and cursed her too-close-to-the-surface emotions as it wavered. “I love you, and your family, and I know I hurt you all, in so many ways. This was…the only thing I could think of that might help, at all.”
She’d tried not to flinch as he’d thrust a hand in her face.
“Save it, princess. You’ve done enough already.”
The crack of the door slamming behind him had echoed forever in the suddenly silent room, and for the first time in her entire life, Grace had broken into tears in front of an employee.
She’d cut off all contact with Charles and her mother, easy enough to do since he’d taken an extended leave of absence. The memory of their scorn and disapproval contrasted with the vision she still carried in her heart of the family who’d taken her in like a long-lost child, reinforcing her regrets.
And there was a certain pain, too, in knowing that what she’d once held as a
secret, that her family did not love her, was now a well-known fact.
She didn’t go out. Not only did every restaurant or cocktail lounge or supper club suffer in comparison to the sense of belonging she’d known at Tyler’s, she also quickly realized a new truth about the people she’d once thought of as friends. They didn’t know her. To be fair, it turned out that she didn’t really know them, either. What she’d thought of as friends turned out to be a loose social circle of acquaintances whose class, income and careers made them convenient dinner partners. To her surprise, very few of her friends had even noticed her lengthy absence, and those who had were not terribly interested in the reasons for it. She quietly withdrew herself from their social whirl and knew she would not be much missed.
The nearest approach she made to real friendship was found in the people she worked with. The only time she felt truly comfortable and at home was when she stood on the floor or in the kitchen of one of her restaurants.
So she worked.
She trekked from restaurant to restaurant, spending a large part of her time at Nîce with Paul. During the first two weeks, there were an overwhelming number of problems to deal with, which helped to distract her. If she’d ever doubted her value to the Haley Group, the mess she cleaned up in the days after her return made it clear that she was needed. She had always known that Charles was a figurehead, but even she wouldn’t have believed that one person could screw up so badly in a few months.
Grace had personally hired most of the upper and middle managers, however, and after the major issues were sorted out, her very competent staff stepped in and performed with their usual flawless efficiency.
Unfortunately, this left her with very little to do.
She tried to watch television one night, went to the movies another, but she avoided anything that might make her want to laugh or cry. She sat blindly through six violent action flicks, until she lost patience with even that mindless distraction.
In the end, she went back to her restaurants, haunting a different one each night until closing. And it was at Nîce, late on a Saturday night, that what she’d dreaded finally happened. Her first contact with people who had known her only as Grace Desmond, and who undoubtedly knew of her awful betrayal by now.
At Your Service (Silhouette Desire) Page 17