The Consequences Series Box Set

by Aleatha Romig

  It was almost one when they arrived back at the house. Catherine was elated to see them. She’d been worried. She promised she would send lunch, but first wanted them to get warm. Entering Tony’s suite they found his large fireplace roaring with flames and radiating tremendous heat. Claire laughed as Tony removed his ski hat. His hair was messier than she’d ever seen and his cheeks were pink and frigid. Her giddiness amused him. He offered to help remove her winter gear. It didn’t take long to realize Fiji had been a better honeymoon destination. Snow activities required too many clothes.

  When their food arrived Tony covered Claire with a blanket from his bed. She lay on the rug in front of the fireplace with the soft down comforter and Tony wore only a pair of gym shorts as Cindy wheeled in their lunch. Cindy started to put the warm foods and drink on the table, when smiling at Claire, Tony told Cindy she could leave. Cindy thanked him and left the cart.

  Claire smiled at her husband, bare chested, setting their lunch on the table. “Sometimes I think you’re the most amazing man I’ve ever met.”

  He poured two cups of coffee and carried them to his wife. Joining her under the comforter he prompted. “And other times?”

  Answering honestly, she said, “Other times, I don’t like you.” He looked at her with astonishment. She kissed his lips. “Today is definitely a like day.”

  His smile warmed her heart as he said, “I’m glad.”

  While eating lunch Tony asked Claire about the don’t like days. She thought about playing it off, lying, or telling him she was joking. Then she decided to be truthful. “I love you. I really do. I sometimes feel like the luckiest woman on the planet, but other times I feel like a five-year-old.” She waited. Did he understand what she was trying to say? His eyes weren’t darkening; he was listening. “I know you may not think so, but I really don’t have any intention of causing you harm. Why would I? You told me your grandfather trusted the wrong people. Was your grandmother one of them?”

  Tony seemed slightly shaken by the mention of his grandfather. “No. Why do you ask?”

  “Because I’m going to assume she loved him and he loved her. If they didn’t they wouldn’t have married.” Tony nodded his understanding. Claire continued, “I realize there are people who may try to hurt you or your business, but I’m not one of them.” She wasn’t sure how she could explain her feelings to him. She looked directly into his eyes. The mention of his grandfather minutely darkened them. “I don’t have a problem with you being in control of our lives. I trust you. I just wish you trusted me, so I could feel like a wife instead of a child or a possession.”

  She’d been happy, but this conversation was making her sad. “I’m sorry. I’m ruining this wonderful day.” She looked down at her lunch and her cold soup. Closing her eyes, she heard his chair move. Claire didn’t want him to see the tears escaping her lids. She didn’t look up.

  Anthony Rawlings gently took his wife’s hand and helped her rise from her chair, then tenderly lifted her chin. Seeing her tears, he said, “Claire, it seems to me that you apologize a lot.”

  She started to say she was sorry, but snickered at herself instead.

  “See? See that smile you have? You can’t, but I can. It’s beautiful, even with your hair a mess, which it is, and your smile, doesn’t stop at those perfect lips. It extends to your pink wind-burned cheeks and most dramatically, it extends to your bright, emerald green eyes.” He was bending with his nose millimeters from hers. “I apologize for not causing that smile to come out more.”

  Claire felt her resolve melt as her knees weakened. Thankfully, she was being supported by his strong, steady arms.

  Tony continued, “You’re right about so many things. Listening to you talk today about the different trees, snow, a blizzard, animals, and birds. You know so many things I’ve never attempted to learn, and you know me better than anyone. I’ve tried to keep my past that: the past. But you’ve managed to take the bits and pieces I’ve offered over the course of a year and weave them together into some psychological basis for your comprehension of me. I must reluctantly admit you’re correct.” She wanted to say something, but he kissed her tenderly and continued, “You have not intentionally given me reason to do anything but trust you, and yet, I know I have not always behaved well. This may come as a shock, but I have issues with control.” She couldn’t help but smile. “There’s that smile.”

  Tony led her to the sofa in front of the fire. Wearing a soft bathrobe she sat in front of him and leaned her head on his t-shirt covered chest as they both faced the fire. The beat of his heart and the sound of his breathing echoed in her ears. The fire radiated warmth and his skin the aroma of exercise. She felt safe and secure, but at the same time, she had the feeling of living in a house of glass. The security could crash into broken pieces at any second. He asked her what she was thinking. She answered and he didn’t respond for a long period. She was apprehensive to turn and see into his eyes.

  Finally, he spoke again. “Perhaps I’m afraid of losing you, afraid if you truly know me you won’t want to stay with me.”

  She wasn’t sure, but due to his voice and breathing, she wondered if he was having difficulty staying composed. She wanted to alleviate his discomfort, tell him it was okay, he didn’t need to say anything else. She didn’t turn around as she spoke. “Tony, I’m pretty sure I know you. I’m also sure I’m still here.”

  “Because, you haven’t had the opportunity to leave.” His arms were tenderly wrapped around her.

  She caressed them gently with her small hands. “No, not because of that, and not because of the gifts, or the trips, or the money. I’m still here because I made a commitment to you. I did that in Central Park and again in our home, because I love you and want to be with you.”

  He hugged her. “Mrs. Rawlings, I love you too. I want to trust you more and be less controlling. What I don’t want is to ever hurt you like I did. If you’re kept safely away from the world, there’s less of a chance that anything will happen which could cause me to react as I did before.”

  “I used to feel that way, like I wanted to stay here and not risk the chance of upsetting you. I do not want to upset you, but Tony, that isn’t a life. Having me home waiting for you because I have no choice and having me home waiting for you, because I want to be, are two totally different things.” She waited, but he didn’t respond. So she continued, “If you would trust me, I’ll do my best to follow your rules. I’ll discuss things with you prior to doing them. I’ll check with you before I go anywhere. I understand the importance of appearances and the significance of consequences. I don’t want to upset you. I do want the opportunity to upset you.” Claire decided this conversation was easier without looking into his eyes. She could imagine small black irises with large velvet borders; however, she was certain her imagination and reality differed.

  “Tell me what you want. What freedoms have I taken, that you’d like returned?”

  She told herself, here is your chance, respond appropriately. “I’d like access to my own invitations. I won’t accept or decline without speaking with you, but I would like the knowledge there are other people out there who care about me. I’d like to be able to speak to my sister without being afraid you won’t let me or be upset by my conversation. I’d like the ability to leave the estate just because. And again, it wouldn’t happen without your consent but just to know I can.” She listened to his breathing. The only alteration occurred when she mentioned Emily. “And I’d like you to be able to contact me directly about our evening plans, not to be told by Catherine. It makes me feel juvenile.” She’d done what she could. She’d been as honest as she could. Now, she exhaled and relaxed against his sturdy chest. She couldn’t think of anything else to say. She’d wait.

  The outdoor adventure was exhilarating: cold air, brilliant snow, and muscle exertion from skiing. The warming up process had been remarkable: crackling fire, soft rug, and tender lovemaking. The lunch was warm: soup, Panini, and hot coffee. Now th
ey’d shared, talked, and been totally honest with one another. Feeling drained, Claire’s body melted against his. She waited for his response, knowing her fate didn’t rest in her own hands. She had no choice but to trust the man who had her wrapped affectionately in his arms. Closing her eyes she listened to his heart, his breathing, and drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Nobody can go back and start a new beginning but anyone can start today and make a new ending.

  —Maria Robinson

  Grandma Nichols once said the only constant in life is change. Claire prayed those changes would be good. After their heart-to-heart, she began to see small signs that gave her hope.

  The afternoon of their talk, she awoke on the leather sofa in Tony’s suite. Hugging the warm comforter, she gazed around. The diminishing daylight accentuated by the glow of the crackling fire illuminated the room. She was alone. At first, she assumed her husband was in the adjoining bath or dressing room, but open doors and silence soon told her otherwise. This had never happened. His suite had technology. She’d seen him use it. The large framed screen could access the world at a click of a remote.

  Tentatively, Claire rose and walked to his bureau. The top left drawer contained that key to accessibility. She didn’t want to point and click. She needed to know if she could. The internal monologue began: can Tony see me? He’d never talked about cameras in his suite. Did they exist? Is this a test? A trap? She asked for the ability to upset him. Claire decided she needed to know if she’d been granted that chance.

  Her hand trembled as she gripped the slender handle. What if the drawer was locked or the remote was gone? Calling upon her courage and strength, she pulled. Through the darkness and into the cavernous depth, she saw it: silver with black buttons. The remote was there, available to her. Emotions swept through her: relief, she was getting the chance she requested. Happiness: he was trusting her. Sadness: she couldn’t touch it. Fear: would he catch her? She listened for the sound of footsteps, or worse, doors opening. The only sound came from the fireplace. Claire carefully closed the drawer, walked back to the sofa, and collapsed onto the soft cushions. The flames flickered as the scene melted before her moistening eyes. She pulled her knees into her chest and watched the blaze before her. Fear and sadness pushed relief and happiness away. Summoning the happiness, she told herself: this was a good thing. She attempted to regain her composure before she left his suite.

  About a week later, she sat perched on a high stool with her Gucci heeled boots teetering on a wooden rod, listening to her friend’s voice: more evidence of progress. Claire loved Courtney’s company. She could talk enough for the both of them, making Claire laugh in the process. Today, Courtney was talking about the Red Cross, the amazing job it did responding to natural disasters and helping the citizens of Iowa and the United States. She explained the financial problems facing the organization with donations decreasing and needs increasing. Courtney was the fund-raising chairman for the Quad City Chapter. She asked Claire to help with her committee, believing they had the connections to individuals and businesses who were surviving the economic slowdown. They could use those connections to help raise money. She asked Claire which fund-raisers she thought would be most profitable. They discussed the pros and cons of an auction, banquet, sports, tournament, or raffle, there were so many possibilities. Courtney wanted to exceed last year’s goal.

  The pub where they sat was electric with energy. Located on the University of Iowa’s campus, its tables overflowed mostly with students coming and going. The hum of voices combined with the sound of moving chairs caused Claire’s toes to wiggle with excitement. She hadn’t been around this many people in so long. She longed to absorb all the vitality. Claire told Courtney with a degree in meteorology, the idea of assisting with a charity which aided with the disasters she used to forecast, appealed to her.

  Courtney gave her a folder of information. It contained a calendar of scheduled committee meetings and a list of committee members’ names, e-mail addresses, and telephone numbers. As Claire ate her salad, she scanned the contents. This volunteering would be more time consuming than she’d realized. That was great. Of course, she knew she would need to run it all by Tony, but how would it appear if Mrs. Anthony Rawlings wasn’t willing to help charities? Besides, he’d allowed this outing, knowing Courtney intention… more evidence.

  Courtney stood to get them both more coffee, and Claire looked around the restaurant. She couldn’t believe her exhilaration at being out with a friend. Between Courtney and the surroundings, she feared her chest would pop. The people at the other tables looked so carefree. They probably took their freedoms for granted. Claire knew she used to. Exhaling, she thought about her husband. He was trying to consider her requests. She smiled as she remembered him telling her to call Courtney.

  Everything seemed normal as he entered her suite and talked about his day. It was as he entered the bathroom for a shower that his words stunned her. “Claire, I almost forgot, Courtney would like you to call her. My iPhone is on the bookcase. Her number is in the address book under Courtney S., help yourself.” Then he turned and closed the door. Claire stared. Was it really him? The other times she called from any phone he’d dialed. She worried perhaps she imagined the whole scene. Her legs wobbled as she walked toward his phone. Slowly, she picked it up and went through the address book. She scrolled until she saw Courtney S. There were many names. She continued to scroll and saw Emily V., John V., and John V. Home. She scrolled back to Courtney S. and hit the dial icon. The screen indicated the call was in progress. It didn’t last long and Claire believed her clammy hands and shaking knees weren’t detectable on the other end. Most excitedly, she’d made a call which led to this lunch.

  When Courtney returned, she set the mugs on the table. Their salads were gone and the Red Cross had been thoroughly discussed. It had been fun. Now they were having some more coffee and chatting before returning home. Gently, Courtney reached out and held Claire’s hand. Suddenly, Claire felt uneasy. With as much practice as she had maintaining eye contact in difficult situations, she looked away from her friend. Courtney’s pale blue eyes showed too much concern.

  “I’m so glad you’ve agreed to help me.” Courtney spoke softly and slowly.

  Claire’s uneasiness made her want to pull her hand away. Instead, she smiled. “I’m happy I can help you and others.”

  “Claire, you don’t need to be perfect all the time. You don’t need to say everything perfectly, look perfect, and be perfect. Life isn’t a test you must continually pass.” Claire stared silently at her friend, afraid her voice might crack as the energy of the room evaporated. “I just want you to know, Brent and I have known Tony for a long time…” Claire swallowed. She’d heard this speech from everyone who knew her husband and entitled it the Great Man Speech, usually accompanied by he works so hard… “…and he can be a pompous, condescending, controlling ass.”

  Claire’s eyes grew wide and her head dropped. She didn’t cry. She laughed, suddenly and uncontrollably, bordering on hysteria. It wasn’t good for appearances. Apparently, her laughter was contagious because Courtney started laughing, too. People looked at them. Fleetingly, Claire didn’t care. After a few moments, she regained enough composure to ask, “Excuse me? What did you just say?”

  “Honey, you heard me. I’m pretty sure you know exactly what I said.” Courtney squeezed Claire’s hand again. “Don’t get me wrong. I love your husband, but, let me be honest, sometimes I hate him too.” Claire nodded. She completely understood. “It’s all right; however, it’s not all right for you to feel alone.” Claire listened. “Your husband loves you. I see it in his eyes when he looks at you. I’ve never seen him look at another woman the way he looks at you. He also has demons, ones I can’t even begin to understand. He also has serious issues with control. He can drive Brent crazy sometimes.”

  Claire’s uneasiness returned. “Courtney, I think maybe we shouldn’t be having this conversation.”


  “Tony would say we shouldn’t be having this conversation. What do you say?”

  Claire didn’t know what to say. Part of her wanted the conversation to end. It made her uncomfortable. The other part of her wanted to talk, to open up and feel connected to someone in this world. Someone besides Tony. “I think maybe it would be better not to speak about Tony.”

  “All right, I respect you. I respect you for marrying Tony and for your inability to talk.” Claire tried desperately to maintain her mask. “I’ve tried my very best to make you comfortable. I want you to feel relaxed with me.”

  “I do, Courtney. I consider you my friend.”

  “Honey, I am your friend. You’re my friend, and Tony’s a dear friend, too. But that doesn’t mean I don’t worry about you.”

  “Thank you, but you don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine.”

  “Yeah, I recognize fine, and sometimes when you’re with us, you are fine. Other times you only seem fine.” Claire didn’t know what to say. “It must be difficult to suddenly be thrust into Tony’s world. He puts a lot of significance on appearance. Well, maybe he hasn’t mentioned that to you.” Courtney started to stand to leave.

  Tears began to escape down Claire’s cheeks. Her voice was barely an audible whisper, “Courtney, please sit back down.” Courtney did. “If Tony knew we were having this conversation, I wouldn’t be able to have lunch with you again and perhaps it could affect Brent’s job. I know they’re best friends, but with Tony, I’m not sure there are boundaries.” Courtney was at least twenty years Claire’s senior, yet she listened earnestly, recognizing the sincerity of the younger woman’s tone.