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Mel’s surprise was matched only by the almost- ugly tone Drew displayed when he mentioned Sherry’s love of materialistic things.
“Funny, I fi gured a caveman like you would think Gucci was a pre-scription sleep aide,” she teased.
Drew chucked her under the chin. “Such a comedienne. I know all the designer labels and then some. Being married to Sherry was a lesson in all things overpriced. Because of her, we had the best of everything.”
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“And ‘everything’ isn’t important to you?”
“Family is important. Sitting together at the same table for dinner, even just at McDonald’s, is important. Do I really need a pair of shoes that cost three thousand dollars because they have some guy’s French name on them when I can have a pair that’s just as good for fi fty?”
Mel gave that some thought. “Clearly, you’re not a woman,” she joked.
“Clearly,” he said with a rueful smile.
Mel licked the spoon. “So back to your story. Did you know about her drinking?”
“Not at fi rst. Days went by where we didn’t see each other except in passing due to the nature of her ambition. We’d begun to lose touch in our marriage. She traveled a lot, art shows, acquisitions for the gallery. She was in high demand for shows. For a while, we were even bicoastal while she opened a gallery in L. A., something I hated.
The more money she made, the greedier she got and the less we saw of her. But we had lots of nice things …”
Mel again heard that snide tone to his voice in reference to all of their “nice things,” and it made her pause at his almost vehement aversion to them. “So she liked nice things and she had the power to buy them. Is that a bad thing?”
The lines of his face grew hard. “It is when that’s all that’s important to you. That and your booze and pills.”
Mel winced, afraid to approach that angle any further. “So back to how Sherry became so out of control.”
“I didn’t realize how out of touch we were until Christmas Eve.
She’d always been moody, but I chalked it up to her creativity.”
Mel took exception to that statement. She was creative, but she was anything but moody. “So everyone who’s creative is a brooding artist in your mind?”
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He eyed her. “Maybe not everyone. Anyway, I didn’t see the signs of her drinking until a holiday party just before everything went to hell. She threw back eight or ten drinks without even blinking that night while I nursed one scotch and soda. Not a slurred word or single stumble out of her.”
“So she was drinking heavily when she was away, then?”
“That’s my guess. Looking back, I think I just didn’t want to acknowledge there was a problem. I always chalked her odd mood swings up to her artistic nature. She could be temperamental and sensitive on the best of days, and I’d had a taste of some of that going into our relationship. But as she became more imbalanced, it never occurred to me that she drank like that all the time. At the gallery, in the apartment she had in L. A., when she was driving Nate to pre-school,” he gritted the last words from between clenched teeth.
Turning to face her, he captured Mel’s gaze. “She hid it well. If I’d known— really understood …” His words held such remorse that Mel found her hand straying to his, reaching out to tuck hers into it.
If there was one thing about Drew she knew was real, it was his sense of family. “Had you really understood, I think you would have done whatever you could to help her.”
“Shortly after that party, everything blew up. She began to forget things, miss appointments with buyers. One day, she forgot to pick Nate up from a birthday party while I was in Kentucky on business.
Thank God for Myriam. She was who tipped me off that there was a problem. When Sherry fi nally came home, she was pretty sloshed.
She tried to take Nate for ice cream at three in the morning. Myriam called me hysterical, and I immediately demanded Sherry seek help, for all the good it did me. From that point on, everything happened so fast …”
The fl an sat in her stomach like lead while she silently allowed Drew the time to gather his thoughts and fi nish.
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“What I didn’t know was Sherry was falling apart. Her gallery was sinking without her there to give it direction. Her painting was suffering. Her entire career was on the line. Not to mention, she’d endangered Nate, and still, she chose to drink.” He all but spat the words.
“Alcoholism is a horrible disease, Drew,” Mel consoled, the backs of her eyes stinging with unshed tears.
“Don’t I know it. Sherry’s brother intervened on my behalf. He’d come in from L. A. to help with a half- assed attempt at an intervention of sorts. The plan was to get Sherry to go to rehab. Instead, Martin ended up dead.”
A shudder ran along her spine. “And I’m sensing you feel partially responsible for that?”
Folding her hands into his, he bowed his head. “You bet I do. At this point, my business was falling apart. I was afraid to leave Sherry alone with Nate, and I was worn out from trying to keep track of her.
I lost countless contracts because I was so wrapped up in what Sherry needed. Everything I did was based on what kind of mood Sherry was in at any given time. I needed help. So I put all that money she made to good use and hired a nanny to keep an eye on Nate when I couldn’t be around. My family wasn’t happy about a stranger caring for Nate, but they had lives and jobs at the time, and when Sherry and I got married, we moved to New York. I couldn’t ask them to come into Westchester every time Sherry snuck off to drink.”
Her heart wrenched for the small boy she’d seen in the pictures lining Selena’s walls. Smiling, cherubic, pulling a wagon, wearing a pumpkin costume at Halloween. “So you hired someone to look after Nate so you could work,” she prompted.
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deeper and deeper. She’d gone from a functioning alcoholic to a total train wreck. I called Martin, her brother, for help. The day he fl ew in, Sherry took off while I was at work. Elsa was under strict orders not to interfere with Sherry’s comings and goings— it only made her angry, and I didn’t want Elsa hurt or Nate exposed to any more of her brand of crazy. According to Elsa, Sherry was still gone when she left.
Martin let Elsa go home early, and he was playing with Nate when he had a heart attack. I came home that night to cop cars and Nate, usually easygoing and quiet even at fi ve, completely hysterical.”
Mel closed her eyes and gulped. “Does he remember it?”
“He was who called 911.”
Mel felt a sting of pride that even at such a young age, Nate was so brave. “Even then he was a genius.”
Drew’s eyes were far away, reliving whatever horror he’d seen that night. “But what he saw … his recounting of that night is that Sherry came home and she smelled ‘yucky.’ She and Martin got into a fi ght about why he’d come in from L. A. She accused him of ambushing her with my help. Nate�
�s words were, ‘Mommy and Uncle Martin had a big fi ght. She told him she didn’t need help, and he got really mad. Then his face turned red and he fell down.’ Sherry was so drunk, she passed out, and Nate called 911.”
Tears stung her eyes. “Poor Nate.”
“Sherry probably could have saved her brother had she been sober. After that, and her refusal to admit she had a problem or get help after the fi rst couple of bouts with rehab, I was done. I took Nate to a therapist and fi led for divorce.”
“And you won custody.”
“You bet I did. If I’d had to leave the country, there was no way she was getting her hands on Nate. She didn’t fi ght me very hard about it either. She was too busy wallowing in her guilt over Martin’s death and her booze.”
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“But she still has the right to see him? How can that be?” Mel found herself disgusted all over again on Nate’s behalf. Why should he be subjected to such cruelty time and again when it could be avoided?
“She has the right as long as it’s supervised. Her showing up here like she did tonight is something she’s done more times than I can count. I do what I always do. Notify my lawyer who notifi es the courts and then charges me two hundred and fi fty bucks an hour to tell me she has every right to see Nate as long as it’s supervised.”
“But why don’t you fi le a restraining order— or call the police when she shows up? Isn’t there a law about drunk and disorderly?”
Drew’s hands clenched into fi sts, his face visibly torn between Nate’s love for his mother and his own sense of duty to his son.
“Because Nate loves her, Mel. Because he’s never anywhere without someone with him who can prevent her from taking him, and he knows better than to get into a car with her— ever. She’s his mother.
I don’t have the heart to make this any worse for him by throwing Sherry in jail. But that we have all these rules about his visitation with her and precautions he has to take, like always carrying his cell phone to dial 911 if she tries to convince him to go somewhere with her, makes me want to wring Sherry’s neck. No kid should have to search his mother’s house to see if she’s got a bottle of vodka hidden somewhere like he’s some jailor.”
Mel sat in cold disbelief. What a huge burden for a twelve- year-old. “I can’t think of any other word for this than ‘horrible.’ But he does love her. I can see it.” She paused, cocking her head. But what about Drew? “What about your contracting business?”
Regret shone in his eyes. “It was a shambles when all was said and done. I’d neglected it for so long, borrowed against it to send Sherry to rehab, and then the economy tanked and here I am, Westmeyer’s version of Tim the Toolman Taylor.” He joked, but Mel heard lingering resentment.
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“So are you still angry with her? She didn’t just lose everything.
You and Nate did, too.”
“Well, I still have Nate, but I’m past it now. All of the expensive furniture and ridiculously pricey art we had meant nothing to me.
I’m a simple guy who needs a bed and a refrigerator. I did everything I could think of to help her when we were married, but jeopardizing Nate was too far. Though, I am resentful where Nate’s concerned. I won’t allow anyone to speak ill of Sherry in front of him, but I’d like to wring her neck because of what having her for a mother does to him.”
“To fall so far …”
“She lost everything, and even more ironic? I pay her alimony—which is just booze money to her. Watching that decline was brutal for me, but for Nate, it was excruciating. There was a time when Sherry was as devoted as any mother, and Nate being Nate, remembers it.”
Mel’s sigh was shaky. Now she recognized she’d gone too far.
“First, I apologize for laying into you about your lack of hope where Sherry’s concerned. I understand why it seems hopeless. After hearing that, I feel hopeless. Still, I’m convinced there’s always hope, and you shouldn’t take that away from Nate, keeping a realistic slant on it.
It should be for him to decide when he’s given up on her. As long as he’s not in danger, taking that from him would be unfair, but I’m sorry I spoke up before I knew the details. Second, I’m not going to tell you not to blame yourself for your brother-in-law’s death because I can see it’s pointless. But for the record, you can’t be everywhere, Drew. It sounds like you had people who relied on you for their livings.”
“If I’d gotten home an hour earlier …”
“ ‘If’ is a huge word, one that can be applied to almost anything.
If I’d pursued my dream instead of marrying Stan, maybe I wouldn’t be a candidate for world’s most pathetic ex-trophy wife. But I didn’t.
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And here I am. I don’t want to diminish your tragedy by comparing it to something as frivolous as my former lifestyle, but you get the meaning.”
His mood lightened like someone had turned on a light switch.
Drew moved in closer to her, pulling her back against his chest and wrapping his arms around her waist. “Do you like where you are?”
“You mean right now? Or in general?”
He let his chin rest on the top of her head. “Right this very second.”
Mel grinned, adjusting to the sense of contentment she felt in Drew’s arms. “Well, it beats being on fi re.”
“You’re not on fi re?” He sounded surprised.
“Should I be?”
Turning her around to face him, he smiled. “Because if you’re not on fi re, I’m not doing my job,” he muttered before hauling her to him and cupping either side of her face. He dipped his head, taking her mouth in a demanding kiss.
Her groan was a hush of pleasure when Drew’s lips separated hers, letting his tongue caress hers, creating that hot rush of excitement in her. Mel melted into his chest, letting her breasts press against it, relishing the tingle of heightened awareness it left between her thighs.
Drew’s arms went around her, molding her to him, pulling her down on top of him until they lay on the bench. The sinful grind of his hips against hers left her clinging to his shoulders. In an instant, she was indeed on fi re, desperate to allow these new sensations to consume her.
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her skin, cupping her ass, kneading the fl esh until there wasn’t an inch of space between them.
When he skimmed the top of her panties, Mel fought a scream of frustration. She wanted him. Hard. Hot. Now. The sharp, sweet sensations Drew created made it hard to remember their agreement. If she knew anything, she knew this wasn’t the way to get to know someone. They knew each other like this.
She tore her mouth away from his on a harsh pant. “Okay, offi -
cially on fi re. You’re work here is done.”
His eyes glittered in the dark. “Don’t you think we should put out the fi re?” he asked, like he didn’t have the answer. His lips found their way back to the sensitive fl es
h of her neck just below her ear, his hand cupping the back of her head.
“You agreed we could get to know each other before, you know …”
“Wasn’t that just me who purged all over you a few minutes ago?”
She gasped when he nibbled her earlobe, wrapping her arms around his head at the sheer delight of his teeth on her skin. “But you still don’t know my favorite color.”
“Bet I can make you see colors,” he enticed, his voice husky and thick. In a swift move of hands and strength, Drew lifted her upward, sliding between her legs.
Her hand went to the back of the bench to steady herself when he pulled up her skirt.
Mel’s heart crashed against her ribs at the mere thought of what he intended and almost stopped when Drew hooked a fi nger in the leg of her panties and pulled them aside.
The fi rst dip of his tongue against her aching fl esh left her dizzy.
His moan, intimate and sinful, made her writhe. He stroked her with wet swirls, delving deep between the lips of her sex then withdrawing until Mel had to bite her tongue to keep from screaming her anticipation.
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Heat coiled in her belly, electric and needy as he inserted a thick fi nger into her passage and drove it upward.
Colors were defi nitely involved, streaking behind her eyelids while she pressed down on his hard fi nger, desperate for the lashes of his tongue. Her hips rocked, gyrating against the hot fl icks he lavished on her most intimate part, crashing against his mouth when he pulled her fl ush to his face and kneaded her ass.
Mel’s head fell back on her shoulders, and she clenched her teeth when orgasm threatened to rip her apart. Her breathing grew ragged, a harsh rasp in the silence of the tree house as the mounting pressure of climax exploded with the wet ministrations of Drew’s tongue.
