But the voice that whispered his name was all too real, and she sounded exactly like his wife.
His tie was suddenly far too tight around his neck. He pulled at it as he felt his stomach lurch. He ran his free hand through his hair and shook his head in disbelief. “Amy?”
“Patrick,” she repeated.
Apparently, he wasn’t the only one who didn’t know what to say.
“Where’s Mrs. McDough?”
He had no idea why she was mentioning his secretary, of all things, and he had countless questions for her, but he didn’t know how to proceed except to answer her question. “Retired. For about two years now.”
“Ah,” she said nervously. “You … You thought I was Barbara?”
Patrick felt tense as he slowly leaned back in his chair. “Barbara is Mrs. Ashcroft again. She and James divorced last year.”
He heard her gasp in shock. “Oh. I’m sorry to hear that.”
Again, they both fell silent. Sitting at his desk, Patrick couldn’t wrap his head around the idea that they were making small talk. Not after everything that had happened. Suddenly, he remembered the worry and anger he’d felt after Amy’s disappearance.
An angry knot tied up his vocal cords, and he pondered Amy’s nerve, to call him just like that, after he hadn’t heard from her in six long years. And yet here she was, talking about his secretary and sister in a tone reserved for discussing the weather.
He saw her clearly in his mind’s eye: young, pretty, charming, intelligent. But Patrick knew better than anyone else that she could also be completely different. Nobody else had ever managed to hurt him like Amy had.
“Patrick?”
And suddenly his anger superseded the puzzlement of her unexpected call. His voice was cold as he demanded, “What do you want? I need to go.”
“Wait, I need to talk to you. Please.”
“About what?”
“P-Patrick,” she stammered, sounding insecure. “It’s … It’s very … important.”
“Important?” He ground his teeth. “Then make an appointment with my lawyer!”
“No,” she cried, shocked. “I need to talk to you!”
“About what, goddammit?” He snorted, overwhelmed by her sheer nerve. “What on earth could we talk about after six years? There is nothing to talk about, Amy.”
“Please,” she whispered hoarsely. “I know you are angry, but—”
“Angry?” He uttered a mirthless, disdainful laugh. “Angry?”
“Patrick, I … I’m sorry.”
“Listen, Amy,” he barked into the receiver. “I have no clue what you want from me after all this time, and frankly, I don’t care. Whatever you need to tell me, you can tell my lawyer.”
“But I need to talk to you. In person.”
“It’s a little too late for that,” he said dryly. “Maybe you should have talked to me in person before you packed your things in the middle of the night and disappeared.”
“I—”
“We should have talked then,” he cut her off roughly once again, “but now I’m no longer interested.”
“Patrick,” she pleaded in an almost despairing tone, “I know my call must come as a real shock, and I also know I made a mistake all those years ago, but what I need to tell you is really important. Please listen.”
His grip on the receiver tightened. He stuck out his chin and scowled. After she’d disappeared overnight, it was months before he left the house again. In the beginning, he hadn’t been able to sleep, had been a nervous wreck, gulping down copious amounts of alcohol, despairing because his wife had left him. All of his thoughts had revolved around her.
It had taken him what felt like forever to get through a day without alcohol once again, and without racking his brain for the reason for Amy’s disappearance.
After that breakdown, he’d vowed to himself that he would never give anyone that much power over him again.
He wasn’t interested in anything she claimed was important. There had been a time when he’d jumped at her slightest request, but he wouldn’t let anyone manipulate him anymore.
Not even her.
Therefore, he inhaled deeply and frigidly asked, “There is nothing that could be important enough for you to call me.”
“Patrick, listen … God, I don’t know where to start.”
“I have an idea,” he declared. “If you can’t find the words, you could hang up and not call back for another six years. That would serve us both just fine, I think.”
“Patrick,” she whispered unhappily, causing his stomach to lurch with yearning, anger, and shame. Even after all this time.
“I don’t know what you want from me,” he snapped, registering that his emotions were fighting a vicious battle with each other. “Six years ago, you made it quite clear that you want nothing to do with me anymore.”
“I never meant to hurt you, Patrick. You must know that,” she murmured in a voice choked with tears.
But he scoffed. “Is that so?” He tried but failed to suppress the scornful tone in his voice. “It was obviously a misunderstanding on my part, then, coming home to find my wife had run away.” He took another deep breath. “Without giving me a single word!”
“We had an argument,” she croaked. “We had a lot of arguments. I thought it would be better if—”
He slammed his fist on the desk. “An argument is not a reason to leave your husband without warning!” he yelled into the receiver. “Without giving him a chance to apologize for what he said! That’s not how conflicts are resolved!”
“I don’t think conflicts are resolved by leaving the country after a fight either,” she hissed right back. “Leaving for two weeks without thinking to notify one’s wife.”
“I had a business appointment—”
“That I didn’t know about,” she interrupted angrily. “Your damn secretary had to inform me that you had flown to Japan!”
“I was angry,” he said defensively.
“You demonstrated that I was not important enough, Patrick.” Her voice sounded hollow. “I had more interactions with Mrs. McDough than with you.”
“Bullshit!” Patrick growled into the receiver.
“It is not bullshit,” she replied gloomily. “Do you really think I didn’t notice how tedious you thought I was?”
“Tedious?” His head jerked back at the word. “I think you’re trying to blame me for your own mistakes right now! Am I wrong, or were you the one who up and left? And now, six years later, you want to warp the facts to suit your story—”
“There you go again,” she countered. “After six years, you’re still unable to even acknowledge the validity of my feelings! I told you I could feel that you were bothered by me, that I was an encumbrance, but instead of addressing that, you tried to sweep it under the rug.”
He felt a vein start to pulse at his temple. He could hardly rein in his rancor as he growled, “Why should I want to acknowledge your feelings after six years, Amy?”
She was about to answer when there was a knock on his door and his brother stuck his head in, scowling.
“Patrick! Damn it, you were supposed to be upstairs ten minutes ago. The helicopter is waiting for you, and I’m really not ready to stand in for—”
“Stuart,” he interrupted, shaking his head. “Get out!”
“Do you know what time it is?” Stuart demanded.
Patrick put his hand over the receiver and gave his brother a warning glare. “Can’t you see I’m busy? Get out.”
His younger brother didn’t seem to be bothered by the threatening glare. He came in and closed the door. “You have a meeting.”
“A meeting that is none of your business,” Patrick insisted, nodding at the door, his heart hammering in his chest.
He didn’t know what to think, to feel, to do. He still couldn’t believe Amy was really on the other end of the line, arguing with him. Confused, stunned, and furious all at the same time, he couldn’t focus on anything ri
ght then, nothing but the woman he’d married six years ago.
The woman who’d been missing. Lost. Gone forever. Or so he’d thought. Until ten minutes ago.
His brother managed to pull him back into the present, into reality. “Of course it’s my business! I was responsible for this deal!”
“I’ll be there presently,” he hissed, hoping his brother would finally get the hint. “Tell the pilot I’ll be there in five minutes, goddammit!”
He could see Stuart wasn’t satisfied, but the threatening, dismissive tone of Patrick’s voice finally seemed to have convinced the younger man he couldn’t do anything but comply. He left the room and slammed the door shut.
After taking another deep breath, Patrick replaced the receiver against his ear again. “Amy, I have a pressing appointment,” he said, all business, “and—”
“Patrick,” she interjected firmly, “we need to talk. There’s something you have to know.”
“I don’t know what that might be.”
“You and I … I mean, the two of us …” She broke off, exhaling a sigh.
He still had no clue what her strange phone call was about, but now he was getting impatient. “Wrong. The two of us have nothing to talk about anymore.”
“But—”
“It was your decision to leave, or did you forget that somewhere along the way?”
“Will you just listen to me?” she snapped, suddenly desperate. “I’m in Chicago, and I need your help. I need it urgently.”
“Excuse me?” His voice became sharper. “Chicago? You’re in Chicago?”
“Yes.”
He snorted disdainfully. “I pictured you somewhere in the Italian countryside, or maybe in a Chinese mountain village.”
“China?” she repeated, confused.
“It would be far away from where I was!”
Stricken, she forced out his name again, but he interrupted her.
“Chicago? But that’s practically around the corner!” He balled his hand into a fist, lowered his head, and exhaled forcefully. “So you’re calling me after six years because you need my help?”
“Yes,” she said quietly. “I … I had an accident. I was in a car accident.”
Despite everything, he couldn’t stop the worry that threaded itself through him. He didn’t want to reveal that, however, so he cleared his throat and attempted to sound businesslike. “Are you okay?”
“I’m okay, yes, but … but I need money. For a surgical procedure. Not for me,” she added hastily. “My health insurance won’t pay for it, because it costs too much. The money is … it’s not for me.”
“Not for you,” he echoed hollowly, pushing away any emotion near care or worry. “How nice to learn that you remember me when you need money! I don’t believe it. What a pleasant call!”
The blood was rushing so loudly in his ears that he didn’t understand what she was trying to explain in a trembling, small voice.
“You, of all people!” Patrick took a shaky breath, no longer able to hold his fury in check. It made him shake and laugh scornfully. “You always pretended that money didn’t matter to you! You always refused to accept my money! And now you’re calling me for a handout?”
“Patrick!” Amy cried out his name to stop his tirade. “This is important!”
“Oh, splendid! That changes everything. If it’s important—”
“Since when are you such a soulless jerk?” she asked over a suppressed sob.
“Since my wife left me without a care for how I felt about that.”
“That isn’t true!” she protested promptly.
“Damn it, Amy! Can you imagine how I felt? I was beside myself with worry! I came home, and you had vanished!”
“I sent you a letter …”
“Oh, yes, the letter!” He narrowed his eyes. “Your fucking letter didn’t tell me whether you were okay. And your stupid letter didn’t tell me where I could find you either, didn’t give me a chance to contact you and talk. So now there’s no reason to expect me to—”
“Will you please just listen to me for a second?” she spluttered at him, finally just as angry as he was. “I need to tell you something that … that’s … It’s important!”
“What is it?” he growled.
Her shaking voice told him that it really was something serious. And it probably wasn’t going to be good news.
“Could you come to Chicago? Today?”
“What?” He shook his head automatically. “Why on earth would I come to Chicago?”
“Because I need you here,” she whispered desperately. “Because it’s … I mean, I … Patrick, I never told you about Audrey.”
“Audrey? Who … is Audrey?” Patrick stood and went to the large window of his corner office. Leaning against the glass with a frown, he looked down at the hectic bustle of the metropolis below. His stomach felt as if he were riding an awful roller coaster, because for some unfathomable reason, he knew what Amy was about to say.
“I’m s-so sorry, Patrick,” she stammered, her voice choked with tears again. “I should have … told you about her much earlier. Please—”
“Amy,” he cut her off, his breath heaving.
“Audrey … She’s severely injured, and she needs this operation. Without that … the doctors are saying that … she’s going to die. She’s only five! How can she …” Her voice gave way to sobs.
Patrick squeezed his eyes shut. He would have fallen if he hadn’t been leaning heavily against the window. “Amy, who is Audrey?”
After what felt like an eternity, Amy whispered, “She’s our daughter, Patrick.”
Daughter.
Daughter?
It took him several long minutes to find his voice again. And then, when he did, it took everything in him not to hit the wall with his fist or start screaming uncontrollably.
Then, brokenly, he whispered, “What hospital are you in?”
After she had given him the name in her small, trembling voice, he cleared his throat. “Amy?”
“Yes?”
“I’ll never forgive you for this.”
Then he hung up.
The Ashcroft Saga
“Just One Kiss” (Book 1)
Amy and Patrick live in different worlds, but that doesn’t stop them from falling head over heels for each other. At first, everything seems perfect. But shortly after their hasty wedding, their happy love affair turns sour. Amy realizes she just doesn’t fit into Patrick’s world, and she can’t see any way out but to leave him, even if their separation breaks his heart.
Years later, they meet again. While Amy still has feelings for Patrick, he appears to have settled into a life without her, and he makes it quite clear he can hardly stand to have her around.
But what is really going on behind the angry façade of the man who feels betrayed and deserted by her? Is there really no second chance?
Boston 5
“The Heat Is On” (Book 1)
When Hayden's fiancé breaks off their engagement, Hayden’s whole world falls apart. After all, she has loved Heath Fitzpatrick since they were children. Though she can hardly believe he really wants the breakup, she picks up the pieces of her life and tries to accept the new situation.
But her efforts are thwarted time and again by the rest of the Fitzpatrick clan, who have always been part of her life—and who are notorious for being outspoken, persistent, and downright meddlesome. None of Heath's siblings are above adding their own two cents. Or twenty.
Even Heath himself, a daring firefighter, seems to be having trouble adjusting to his new single life. So how in the world is Hayden supposed to move on, forget the plans they made for the future, and get Heath off her mind? And even more difficult—she'll need to banish him from her heart, forever.
“Blast from the past” (Book 2)
Shane Fitzpatrick is irresistible and he knows it. Tall, dark, and handsome, the detective with the Boston police has women swoon over him left and right. So far, the stubborn
Irish Romeo hasn't complained about it, but recently he feels increasingly ready to skip the many dates, and look for the one woman to settle down with.
Too bad that the only woman he's ever had real feelings for doesn't even know his real name. To make matters worse, she also has every reason to wish he were roasting in the deepest recess of hell...
“More than a feeling” (Book 3)
As the only girl in a family with five children, Kayleigh Fitzpatrick learned to assert herself at a young age, since she didn't want to end up tied to the stake. It’s paid off for her, as these days, she stands her ground as a physician in a chaotic emergency room, dealing with all kinds of emergencies—like rioting patients trying to attack helpless nurses.
However, as the unmarried only daughter of a very Catholic mother, she is sick of listening to the constant admonition to start looking for a husband and make babies. The problem is, Kayleigh knows that her take-charge, tomboyish attitude and her hot temper tend to frighten off most men, and she doesn't want to change for anyone because she simply likes herself the way she is.
The only thing she really needs right now is a date for her brother Shane's wedding, having bragged in front of all her brothers that she wouldn't have a problem finding a companion for the special occasion. When her plan doesn't quite work out, and she could already hear the jeers and mockery of her merciless siblings, help arrives from someone she did not have on her radar at all.
“All tied up” (Book 4)
Ryan Fitzpatrick may come from a family in which he’d feel his mother’s wooden spoon if he declared that a woman’s place is in the kitchen, or that she should defer to her man, but he still goes for the type of girl that wouldn’t think of curbing his freedom, telling him what to do, or making demands. If he were to commit to any woman, she wouldn’t be complicated, let alone pigheaded or irascible—he doesn’t want to end up with a woman like his sister, whose loudmouthed temper is enough to drive a man crazy.
But by some embarrassing twist of fate, he meets Jordan Esposito, a woman even more domineering and hotheaded than his sister. And Jordan is responsible for Ryan’s absolute and total humiliation.
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