An Irresistible Bachelor (29 page)

When Jack handed Gray his drink, they both sat down.

“Callie is much more than a one-night stand. I'm in love with her.”

Gray's glass stopped on the way to his mouth. “My God. You're serious.”

“Very. She's everything I wasn't looking for and exactly who I want.”

Gray shook his head ruefully. “I'm happy for you. Really happy. If I seem surprised . . .”

Jack laughed. “It's completely understandable. And just remember, if it can happen to me, it can happen—”

“Don't even say it.” Gray took a long swallow of his drink and gritted his teeth. “Back to business. I'm going to assume Callie's a factor in the election next year. She needs to know what she's getting into if she sticks around. She's going to get dragged into the fray, and it's only fair to prepare her.”

Jack nodded while despising the truth. The last thing he wanted was to have her subjected to the media rush, but he couldn't ignore the inevitable.

“I'll speak with her.”

“And it would be helpful to know a little bit about her background.”

“That's easy enough.” He shrugged and recited her résumé.

“What about her family?”

“She doesn't talk about them much.”

“Find out why.”

“Gray, I'm not going to play private detective on my . . .” He wasn't sure how to finish the sentence. Lover? Girlfriend? Those sounded weak compared to how he felt whenever he was with her.

As he struggled, his friend said softly, “We need to know.”

When he swore under his breath, Gray shook his head. “This is only the beginning. Have you really thought about what the election is going to do to your life? Are you sure you're up for the scrutiny?”

“I know I want the job.” Jack took a drink. “So I'll do what I have to do to get it. But I don't want Callie getting pulled into all the mudslinging. I'm willing to take the hits, but I won't stand for anyone taking shots at her.”

Gray hesitated. “Listen, maybe you need to consider what you're signing up for a little more. You know I wouldn't think less of you if you decided to pull out. You can quit anytime before you officially announce.”

A knock sounded at the door.

“Come in,” Jack said.

Callie put her head inside. “Gray! I didn't know you were coming over. Are you going to have dinner with us?”

Gray smiled in an easy way, tossed back the tail end of his drink, and put the glass on the desk.

“No, I was just leaving.” He picked up his coat. “I'll talk to you later, Jack?”

Jack nodded while staring into Callie's face.

When they were alone, she frowned. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

Because I'm prepared to kill anyone who tries to get at you, he thought.

“Jack?”

He held his good arm out. “Sorry. Come over here, so I can kiss you.”

She shut the door and walked across the room. As he watched her, he felt his blood thickening in his veins and his eyes lingered on her mouth. For all the times they'd been together, he couldn't believe his attraction to her was still so fresh. That he could want someone so much, even after he'd had her, was a revelation.

But that was love, Jack thought.

Positioning her in his lap, he ran his hand down her thigh. “You know something?”

“What?”

“You're beautiful.” He pressed his lips onto hers.

As she settled against his body, he thought about what Gray had said. Had he truly considered the ramifications of running? Butch Callahan wasn't going to give up without a serious brawl, and all of the other candidates were going to want to win just as badly as Jack did.

Which meant the gloves were going to come off. And everything was fair game.

The question was, how badly did he want to win? And how much was he willing to sacrifice to make sure he did?

“Jack?”

“Hmmm?”

“Do you ever get away? You know, take a vacation?”

He swept her hair aside and kissed his favorite spot on her neck, the one right behind her earlobe. “What did you have in mind?”

“Maybe after the holidays, we could go up north. Just for a weekend. We wouldn't be gone that—”

He cut her off with a kiss that went on and on. “Let's take a week.”

The smile she treated him with made Jack think being gone even longer might not be a bad idea.

 

Later that week, they were lying in her bed and Callie was on the verge of falling asleep when Jack said, “I want to ask you something.”

“What?”

“Why did you wait so long to have se—to make love with someone?”

For a moment, she wasn't sure how to answer him. She'd tell the truth, of course, but the wording was difficult.

“Well, aside from being an introvert to begin with, I had to work my way through college and grad school, so it seemed like every minute of the day I had something I needed to do. When I got out of NYU, my mother was sick and getting worse fast. She had multiple sclerosis, and with her increasing debilitation, someone always had to be with her. We didn't have money for round-the-clock nursing.” She shrugged. “You need time and discretionary energy for relationships, and I had neither.”

She knew he was frowning by the displeasure in his voice. “You shouldn't have had to deal with your mother's illness alone. What about your father? Where was he?”

“He was—Ah, it was a difficult situation.”

Jack propped his head on his hand and let his cast fall between them. In the dim light, she could tell he was looking at her with his characteristic intensity.

“So you handled everything by yourself?”

“I had no other choice,” she said. “I just coped, and sometimes not well. There were a lot of nights when I couldn't stand the pressure and would have done anything to get away from my mother. I cringe at some of the things I felt. She didn't choose to get sick, to suffer, to wilt in her own skin until she died. But I felt so . . . trapped. I didn't want to leave her because I was afraid something would happen, but I just wanted to get out of the house sometimes. I could have been better, I think. I could have—”

“You stayed,” he countered. “That's what counts.”

Callie released her breath in a sigh. “I wish I could do so much of it over again.”

“I think you're too hard on yourself.” Jack brushed his lips softly over hers. “And I don't know how your father could have stood by and done nothing.”

“Frankly, it was easier than having him involved. Things could get really messy when he was around.”

“What was he like?”

She looked up at the ceiling, figuring it was probably okay to let some anonymous details out. “He was . . . larger than life. Whenever I was around him, I always felt as if I were in the presence of greatness. He was a tall man, almost as tall as you, and I felt tiny around him. Insignificant.”

“Were you close?”

“Not at all. He was confident, very sure of himself, until he tried to talk with me and then he became so awkward. I think he avoided me because he didn't like the way he felt when he was with me. Powerful people tend to be comfortable only when they are in control of themselves.”

“That's a hell of a way for a father to act,” Jack muttered. “What did he do for a living?”

Her eyes flashed to his and she began to think of ways to change the subject. “He was a businessman. But I don't know much about that side of his life.”

“Was he gone a lot? Working?”

“I guess you could say that.”

“What kind of business was he in?” When she didn't answer, Jack frowned. “You're leaving out a lot, aren't you?”

As she stayed silent, he stared at her for a long moment.

“Let's talk about something else,” she suggested softly.

“Okay.” She was relieved until he said, “So why don't you want to tell me about your father?”

Callie felt herself bristle. “I just don't want to talk about him, okay?”

“Don't you trust me?”

“What do you mean?”

“If you have to ask that, I think I know your answer.” He rolled over onto his back.

“I'm just not interested in talking about the man.”

He turned his head on the pillow. “But maybe I want to know.”

Callie sat up and wrapped her arms around her knees. “What does it matter, anyway? The past is the past. He's dead and I've moved on from whatever problems I had with him. It's all a nonissue.”

There was another long pause.

“Callie, I think we need to talk.”

The tone in his voice was grim and she felt her skin shrink. “About what?”

“Us. The future.”

She looked at him over her shoulder. He'd cradled his head in the palm of his good hand and his bare chest was only partially covered by the blankets.

“What do you have in mind?” she asked, hoping like hell she could bear his answer. He'd told her the night of the accident that he thought he loved her, but they hadn't talked about what was going to happen after she was done with the portrait.

“Have you ever thought of settling in Boston?” he asked. “You could work from here just as well as you could in New York.”

Her slow smile returned. “True.”

“And we could see each other. A hell of a lot.”

She felt herself loosening up. “I'd like that, Jack. I really would.”

He reached for her, pulling her down.

“Me, too,” he said, against her mouth.

He kissed her once, but then stopped.

“About the election.” He smoothed her hair back. “If I decide to run, it's going to get rough. If you're going to be at my side, you need to be ready.”

“To duck and cover if they pelt you with tomatoes?”

“Well, yes.” He laughed softly. “But I was thinking more about the press. You should be prepared to get hit with some inquiries into your life.”

Cold dread coursed through Callie, wiping out the rush of relief she'd felt a moment before.

“What do you mean?”

“The media, my opponents, they're going to crawl all over me. My past, our relationship, your background—everything's going to be examined closely.”

She jerked upright, trying to imagine what would happen if anyone looked into her life. Her father's secret, the thing she had protected for so long, would be prime fodder for reporters if it was discovered. She could just imagine the coverage.

And there was Grace to consider. Callie had promised never to betray her, and even though she wouldn't be selling out her half sister on purpose, the end result would be the same. The whole world would know the details of their father's infidelity, and Grace would be the target of more tell-alls.

Jack sat up, having obviously caught the wave of her concern. “I'll take the brunt of it, of course, and Gray and I will take care of you.”

She searched his face. “You said
if
you decide to run. Is there a chance you might not?”

He seemed taken aback. “Why don't you tell me what you're worried about?”

She thought about explaining everything to him and felt her throat close up. It was probably just as well that she keep quiet. The story wasn't hers alone to tell. Jack and Grace might have been friends, but exactly how close were they? After having made a promise never to speak of the past to anyone, she wasn't about to break her word.

“I just don't want the press in my life,” she said. “That's all.”

Jack frowned, his eyes growing shrewd. “What exactly do you have to hide?”

She looked away.

“Tell me, Callie.”

“I can't.”

There was a long, tense silence.

“Why not?”

When she remained quiet, he got out of bed and roughly pulled on his pants.

“Where are you going?” she asked.

“I don't know what happened in your past, but it's hard to imagine what you can't share with me.”

“Jack, don't be like this.” She reached out to him, but he brushed her hand away and yanked his shirt on. “Look, I don't know why this has to be a big deal. You haven't decided to run yet, right?”

He shot her a harsh look. “What I'm worried about right now is how little you trust me.”

“But I do trust you.”

“Then tell me.”

When she remained quiet, he looked away.

“Christ,” he muttered, stuffing his feet into his loafers. “I thought honesty was something I'd never have to worry about with you. I can't believe you're being like this.”

How she was being? As if she'd asked to be born to a father who was horrified by her very existence?

A surge of defensive anger got her out of bed and she wrapped a blanket around her body.

“What's really going on here, Jack? Are you just concerned about us? Or are you worried about how my past might influence your success at the polls?”

He stopped moving. “I'm going to try and forget you said that.”

She closed her eyes, immediately wishing she could take it back.

“I'm sorry.”

“Yeah, so am I,” he said, heading for the door.

“Jack, wait—”

“I don't really want to talk right now, if you don't mind.”

After he'd left, Callie sat down on the bed and closed her eyes, feeling her heart pound.

Keeping her father a secret had been drilled into her for so long, she couldn't imagine talking to anyone about him. Even Jack.