Karen stood aside as Ms. Vickers unlocked the door. She had requested that Nurse Vickers, along with Dr. Miller, be the only ones to handle Blair, and since she supplemented their salaries substantially, they always adhered to her wishes.
She walked into the spacious and elegantly furnished room that had few windows, just enough to let the sun come through, and saw Blair sitting in the wheelchair at the table while reading aloud from a book of Mother Goose nursery rhymes. They had been Blair’s favorite since the time they were children.
Karen shivered. She didn’t want to remember those times but whenever she visited Blair she was forced to do so. “Hello, Blair, you look pretty today.”
And she did. That was another stipulation she’d made to Nurse Vickers and Dr. Miller. She wanted her sister to be well taken care of. After all, she was a Delbert, no matter what state her mind and body were in.
Instead of answering, Blair slowly lifted her head and glanced over at her. She stared at her for a moment as if trying to remember who she was. Karen knew before her sister opened her mouth that this was not going to be a good visit. Every once in a while seeing Karen would trigger bad memories for Blair. They had never been close and Karen had been the pampered one until Blair was born.
“You let him hurt her.”
That single sentence made Karen cringe, although she’d known it was coming. Her sister still blamed her for everything, even for surviving the messy attempt to end her own life.
“And it’s a beautiful day outside, Blair,” she said, ignoring her sister’s outburst. “The sun is shining and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. Would you like to go outside today?”
Instead of responding Blair continued to stare as Karen placed her purse on the nightstand and walked over to the fresh flowers. They were picked every morning. Daisies. Some thing else that was Blair’s favorite. Karen then went and sat in the extra chair in the room. Since Blair seemed in a mood to have nothing positive to say, Karen decided to do all the talking.
She could tell Blair all her secrets because she knew they would go no further. Who would believe her? “Erica thinks she’ll be happy with Brian but I know better. It’s up to me to make sure a Delbert marries a Hayes like it should have been years ago.”
“You let him hurt her.”
Blair’s words made Karen cringe again. She frowned and her lips began trembling in anger. She leaned in closer and said in a biting tone, “Shut up, damn you. What was I supposed to do? She should have kept her mouth closed and gone along with it like we’ve always done.”
Karen wondered why she was even wasting her breath. Half the time Blair didn’t know what day it was, didn’t even know her own name. But there were times like these when she remembered far too much to suit Karen. “Keep making those stupid outbursts and I’ll make sure Dr. Miller gives you something to calm you down.”
She could tell by the fearful look in her sister’s eyes that she didn’t want that. Good. Maybe now she would behave and act like a Delbert.
Chapter Thirteen
Griffin Hayes wasn’t sure what he’d been expecting when the mistress of ceremonies finally called April’s name and she began walking across the stage. He had read about the event in the newspaper, and since he hadn’t been able to eradicate her from his mind since seeing her that day in New York, he didn’t want to miss the opportunity to fly here and see April. Chicago’s Daley Civic Center was packed, and not surprisingly there appeared to be more men here than women, at least more who chose to come as single men. There were quite a number of couples who were probably here to do their charitable duty. But he was certain that most were here, like him, to see all the beautiful women scheduled to be auctioned off.
Okay, they weren’t being auctioned off. The jewelry they were wearing, compliments of several nationally known jewelers, would be sold. However, each of the women had agreed to at least share a drink later with the highest bidder for her jewelry.
But Griffin knew not one man there was concentrating on the diamond necklace around April’s neck, compliments of Tiffany’s. Like him, they were concentrating on the soft curves of a body dressed in an outfit that would bring even the strongest man to his knees.
He’d always thought April was a beautiful woman. Unfortunately, she’d had to leave Hattersville and earn the title of one of the foremost supermodels for others to see what he’d known all along. And tonight that short black dress she wore was exposing her beauty for all to see. Her legs, long and shapely, seemed destined to go on forever.
“Hey, man, she’s the reason I’m here tonight,” he heard one man whisper to another behind him. “I’ve had a thing for her ever since she did that Sports Illustrated cover. Miss Hot April and I won’t just be sharing a drink later,” the man continued to whisper rather loudly. “But I’m going to try my best to talk her into something else.”
Griffin frowned as he listened to the conversation. He had news for the man if he thought for one minute that he would be the one April would be sharing a drink with. Now that the applause, whistles and catcalls had died down, the MC was talking, asking for everyone’s attention. “All right, guys, we have April North, and just take a look at this necklace April is wearing….”
Griffin rolled his eyes. Did the woman really expect any man, including him, especially him, to divert his attention from April’s legs to check out her jewelry? Evidently she did, since she went on to describe the jewelry in great detail. He was sure the necklace was nice but he was of the mind that April’s legs were nicer.
Even from where he was sitting, halfway back in the auditorium, the bright lights captured her in a way no magazine ad ever could. And he swore he could pick up her scent.
“We have ten thousand. Do I hear fifteen?”
He blinked, realizing the bidding had begun when the man behind him shouted out a bid. It was apparent he was determined to be the recipient of both the necklace and April. Griffin shrugged. It was all for charity and he’d always had a competitive nature.
It seemed two others had joined the bidding fray, just as determined to share that drink with April. He leaned back comfortably in his seat, deciding to keep his mouth shut for now. He didn’t intend to open it until it mattered.
Instead of glancing around to see who the men were, April just stood tall, graceful and poised, while looking over the crowd with a radiant smile on her face. That smile alone would guarantee an arousal out of every man there.
“We have a bid of twenty-five thousand. Do I hear thirty?”
“Fifty!”
A hush fell over the auditorium at the bid from the man behind Griffin.
“We have a bid of fifty thousand! That’s wonderful and, remember, it’s all for charity. Can we get fifty-five?”
The room remained quiet and Griffin didn’t have to turn around to know the man behind him probably had a silly grin on his face.
“Going once, going twice—”
“One hundred thousand dollars,” Griffin called out. He didn’t have to look around to know people were staring at him as if he’d gone mad, and no doubt the man behind him was fuming. April, he noticed, was still standing there. Curiosity hadn’t even made her look over in his direction.
“My goodness,” the MC said after the shock wore off. “We have a bid for one hundred thousand dollars for the necklace Ms. North is wearing. Can we get one hundred and five?”
When the room remained quiet the MC then said, “Oh, well. Going once, going twice. Sold to the man in the dark gray suit.”
April glanced around the reception, certain the man she was looking for was around someplace. He was to approach her with the ticket for his winnings, which she carried in her hand, gift-boxed and ready to deliver. A part of her couldn’t wait to meet the person willing to part with a hundred thousand dollars for a ten-thousand-dollar necklace.
She glanced at her watch. She would share the drink with him as agreed and then she would leave. Tomorrow she would fly to Ohio for a few days before head
ing back out west. She had checked in with Nana today as she did every Saturday and she’d sounded fine, but there was no way she could be this close to Hattersville and not see for herself.
“Would you like a drink, miss?”
She almost told the server yes, but then remembered she was to have her drink with the man who’d won the bid on her jewelry. The event, hosted by Oprah, was to benefit several charities, the purchase of her necklace going to breast cancer awareness.
“No, thank you.”
She glanced at her watch again, thinking that surely the man hadn’t changed his mind and not taken care of the bill. It was for charity, after all, although he had raised a few eyebrows with the amount of his bid. She was certain he was here; she would just have to look for a man wearing a dark gray suit.
Several people came up, complimenting her on her career and her recent spread in Vogue. Although Oprah had made an appearance earlier, she hadn’t been seen lately, but this room had an ambience of elegance that only Oprah could exude. She’d overheard earlier that the room had been specially decorated for tonight’s affair. She glanced around, admiring the room’s high ceiling, crown moldings and rich mahogany windowsills. At that moment she couldn’t help but admire the woman’s success.
She glanced down at the gift-wrapped box she carried, wondering where the man was, when she felt a presence by her side. She glanced up, expecting to see another server, and her breath immediately got caught in her throat. She was staring up into the eyes of the man who just last night had headlined her naughtiest dream. And now he stood in front of her, with the most mesmerizing smile on his lips that reached the sexiest pair of eyes she’d ever seen.
“Griffin! Hi.” The words flowed from her lips in a throaty surprise. “What are you doing here?”
She realized the stupidity of her question the moment she’d asked it. He was in his element here. He’d been born to this type of extravagance. She hadn’t.
A smile touched what she’d always thought was a pair of sensual lips. “I heard about the event and thought I’d attend and do my part for charity,” he said, sipping the wine he had in his hand.
She felt her heart beating fast and furious in her chest and hoped she didn’t melt in a puddle right at his feet. She couldn’t believe he was actually here. She tried forcing her heart to calm down. But damn, he looked good in his white shirt and a dark gray suit.
A dark gray suit…
She shook her head, trying to get her senses in check. There was no way Griffin was the man who’d purchased the necklace she’d worn. No way. He gave her another smile that sent everything within her spinning out of control. And then he said, “I think you have something for me.”
She swallowed, felt her heart do a triple flip in her chest. “I do?”
“Yes, and you also owe me a drink.” He glanced around and then turned back to her. “But I’d prefer if we share it someplace else.”
She fought saying that he could take her to the ends of the earth and she would go, she was just that into him, and had always been. How many years had she gone to bed and dreamed of him, had married others because she’d known he would always be out of her reach?
Had he just suggested they blow this place and go and have a drink somewhere else? Just the two of them? She drew in a deep breath. Could that be considered a date? The thought of her and Griffin sharing a date was way too much. Every part of her responded to the possibility, even her nipples, pressing hard against her dress. They were feeling sensitive, achy, in need of a man’s lips and tongue. But not any man’s.
“So what do you say, April North?”
Okay, girl, keep your cool. Don’t appear too eager and, whatever you do, please keep the drool from falling. He must never know how you feel about him. How you’ve always felt about him. Besides, he’s still out of your reach. He’s running for mayor one day. The high-society dames will all have cows if you’re ever first lady of Hattersville.
“I assume you’re the person who made the bid,” she said as calmly as she could, trying to sound like she didn’t care one way or the other.
“Yes,” he said, handing her the winning ticket that showed he’d taken care of the bill. “I believe I’m supposed to present this to you.”
She took it and glanced at it for a second before handing him the gift-wrapped box. “And I believe this is yours.”
“Thanks.” He looked up at her. “So are you ready to leave here with me and have that drink? I know a café that’s only a short cab ride from here.”
Knowing how she felt about him, she would be crazy to do it. But then again, knowing how she felt about him, she would be crazy not to do it. Chances were this would never happen again—her participating in an auction and wearing a necklace that he wanted at whatever cost it took him to get it. She wiped the thought from her mind that he would probably give the jewelry to the woman she’d seen him with in New York.
She would dwell on that another day and time.
“Well, what do you say?” he asked, interrupting her thoughts. “Will you share a drink with me elsewhere?”
“Yes.”
“Then by all means, let’s go.” Taking her hand, he led her to the door.
Heat flowed through Griffin’s belly at the feel of April’s hand in his. Leaving the party was an idea that had popped into his head once he’d seen her mingling at the reception, a number of the men gushing in her wake. For some reason he wanted to have her all to himself. And for her to agree had nearly overwhelmed him.
He kept a firm hold on her hand while hailing a cab, and once one had pulled up at the curb and they’d slid onto the backseat, he turned to her and his body almost melted when she gave him a smile. And then he felt it and wondered if she’d felt it, as well. The air they were sharing seemed charged, pulsating with full sexual awareness. As if captured by a hold he couldn’t break, he stared at her, barely breathing while thinking she had to be the most beautiful woman to walk this earth.
It was only when she broke eye contact to glance out the window that he slowly exhaled a deep breath. He didn’t have to wonder what that was all about. He knew. It had been that way that day in New York. He had felt the heated sexual chemistry, a mind-blowing awareness from across the room even while he’d been with another woman. Now the question was what did a man do about such a woman.
“Have you been to this café before?”
“Yes,” he said. “The food is delicious. I thought that in addition to drinks we can also try out a few of their signature dishes.”
A low, throaty chuckle erupted from her throat. “Good, I’m starving.”
He was starving, too, he thought to himself. But what his body craved, food could not assuage.
The cab driver interrupted his naughty thoughts. “DeLonn’s Café, sir.”
Griffin glanced out the window. “This is the place.” He handed the driver more than enough to pay for the short ride. “Keep the change.”
The man’s face lit up in a huge smile. “Thanks. I hope you enjoy the rest of your evening.”
Griffin hoped so, too. “Thanks.” When he made a move to open the door, it was then that he realized he was still holding April’s hand.
“Would you like something else, April? What about dessert?”
April glanced up and felt the heat of Griffin’s gaze connect with hers. When he’d suggested they leave the reception and go somewhere to share their drink, she hadn’t a clue where he was taking her and, if truth be known, hadn’t really cared. But when she’d walked into DeLonn’s she was taken aback. From the outside it looked like a little hole-in-the-wall, but the inside was another matter. Beautifully furnished, the soul food restaurant had various pictures posted of celebrities who’d eaten food prepared by Gramma DeLonn.
April was surprised she’d never heard of the place before. After biting into Gramma DeLonn’s fried chicken, there was no doubt in her mind that she would come back.
“No, I’m full, thank you. But because of
you I’m going to have to be on the treadmill for two hours in the morning instead of one.”
He chuckled. “So that’s one of your activities to stay in shape.”
“Yes. I also go swimming every chance I get. You probably don’t remember but I was on Hattersville High’s swim team back in the day.”
“I remember.”
She was surprised that he did. “You do?”
“Yes. You made the team in your freshman year. I was a senior.”
Oh, yes, she remembered those days when he would walk the halls of the high school and all the girls’ panties would get wet. He was hot then and he was still hot now.
“So are you going to tell me how you found out about this place?” Despite the good food, she figured this was not the type of establishment a Hayes would frequent. But she could tell from the way he was familiar with the owner and servers that he’d been here often.
He leaned back in his chair and she watched the movement of his shoulders beneath his jacket when he did so. She was suddenly entrenched in memories of the time she and Erica had come upon him jogging shirtless in the park a few years back when she’d come home for a visit. He had stood there and held a conversation with them for a good twenty minutes, and it had taken all her willpower not to stare at his muscular shoulders and the way his chest hair tapered off toward the waistband of his running shorts.
“Sure, I’ll tell you,” he said, smiling. “I attended college with Jabar DeLonn, who is Gramma DeLonn’s grandson. In fact we were roommates all four years and remain the best of friends today.”
“You attended Ohio State, right?”
“Of course.”
She rolled her eyes. “That means you’re a true-blue Buck-eye.”
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