Anything but Love (23 page)

“No sleeping over. And when we’re done, we’re done. We won’t discuss it after or ever. I—”

“We doing this?” Sam asked as tossed his jacket. “Or are you going to talk it to death?”

Blue eyes sparking, Harper grabbed the wine bottle then launched herself at Sam, wrapping her legs around his middle and using her mouth for something other than yakking. Holy hell, this woman could kiss. Counting his lucky stars and cradling her beautiful ass, Sam opted to move this party upstairs, pronto.

“Bad time to talk?”

“Great time to talk.” Rae lowered the volume on the television via remote, repositioned her laptop, and rested back against her pillows. She was beginning to think she wasn’t going to hear from Luke again today, so she’d immersed herself in work, rather than dwelling on his absence. “How’d it go with your dad?”

“Believe it or not the old man put up a fight even with the four of us and mom facing him down.”

“Who gave Jerome more grief? You or Dev?”

“That would be Rocky.”

“Really?”

“She lost it, Rae. I mean big-time. She was all up in his face, accusing him of being a selfish SOB. What if he took a turn for the worse by not addressing this present glitch? What if he died? Then she’d forever associate her wedding day with the day that killed him.”

“
Wow.
”

“Then the zinger. How dare he potentially ruin what should be the happiest day of her life.”

Rae cringed. “That’s—”

“Harsh? You should’ve been there. It was worse in person. I mean, yeah, I’m pissed at Dad for the way he’s handled a lot of this,” Luke said, “but it’s hard to take a tough stance when he looks like a shadow of his former self.”

“Not hard for Rocky apparently.”

“I don’t know. I think she went bonkers for a few seconds. Right after she gave him hell, she burst into tears and threw herself into his arms. That’s when the old man broke.”

Rae’s eyes burned as she imagined the scene, the emotions. She thought about the intense love between the Monroe siblings and their parents and acknowledged a gaping hole in her heart. She’d never had that kind of connection with her mother. She couldn’t remember her birth father. She’d never had a chance to bond with her second and third stepfathers because Olivia kept sending her away. As for Geoffrey … there would be no bonding there. Ever.

“Rae.”

“What?”

“I asked if you were okay.”

“Yes. Yes, of course.” She palmed her forehead, gathered her wits. “I was just thinking about how your father’s illness has impacted everyone. I thought he was beating this thing.”

“He was. And there’s still a strong chance he will.”

“So where do things stand?”

“Dad buckled regarding the test. Dev called the specialist and I don’t know who did what, but they were able to move the CT scan up to tomorrow. Whether Rocky and Jayce postpone the wedding hinges on the results.”

“Awfully close to the wire,” Rae said.

“Things are a little tense,” Luke said. “So how was your day? How’d it go with the publisher? How’s it looking with Sugar Tots?”

Rae snuggled back against her pillows, smiling and jazzed to share her day with Luke. Hoping she could brighten his mood with uplifting news. “Everything went great. Just as I’d hoped Brett, our editor, was intrigued with the concept of exploiting my name, or rather my fortune and my mother’s name, to give our cupcake book an edge over every other cupcake book saturating the market right now.”

“I would think that the history of the Cupcake Lovers, the military angle and charitable aspect, would be edge enough,” Luke said.

“A celebrity tie-in is a guaranteed sales boost. Not to mention it ensures free publicity. Brett’s taking this new angle—Daisy calls it our gimmick—to a marketing meeting tomorrow. Except, my wheels started turning while we were talking and, I have to say, Luke, I’m not sure it’s in our best interest to go for forward with Highlife.”

“What do you mean?”

“I just don’t sense they believe in our cause the way we do. I don’t trust Highlife will do right by the CLs. Which got me to thinking … what if we self-published the book instead of going through a conventional publisher? Cut out the middle man allowing us more profit for the charities?”

“The Cupcake Lovers signed a contract.”

“There might be a way around that. Especially since they’ve fudged on their end. Chloe said she’d have Dev look into it.”

“You spoke to Chloe about this?”

“And Daisy. The opportunity was there and I was dying to run the idea by someone. Chloe and I are researching self-publishing so we’ll be able to present a strong and educated case to the club on Thursday.” Rae got all tingly just thinking about it. The prospect of taking control, in playing a vital role in furthering such a great cause.

“If you cut out the middle man,” Luke said, “someone else will have to take on that work.”

“It would mean hiring some freelance help.”

“The club’s nonprofit, Rae. They, we, can’t afford that kind of upfront investment.”

“I can.”

Luke fell silent for a moment and Rae frowned.

“I sense apprehension,” she said.

“Seems like you’re taking on an awful lot. Financing and overseeing the publishing of a book plus purchasing and reorganizing, hell,
running
the day care center. We’re talking about a lot of money.”

“I have a lot of money.”

“And time and energy.”

“I have that, too.”

“What about as you get further along in your pregnancy? What about after you have the baby?”

“Did you think I was going to be a stay-at-home mom?”

“You can afford to be.”

She didn’t know why that statement bothered her. It was true. And there’d been no sarcasm in Luke’s tone. He’d just stated a fact. “By the time the baby comes, the Cupcake Lovers’ book will already be out—one way or another. As for Sugar Tots…” Her mind whirled with all her plans—the renovations and expansion. The programs and staff. She didn’t want to skimp on one single aspect and yet she knew it would be a lot of work. Frustrated now, she blew out a breath. “I’ll figure it out. Lots of women juggle motherhood and a career.”

“Don’t get angry.”

“I’m not—”

“You are. I hear it in your voice. I’m not telling you what to do, Rae. I’m just pointing out that you have some pretty aggressive and time-consuming plans. I know you’ll do right by the baby. I guess I’m wondering how you’ll make time for us?”

Rae blinked.

“You know what? Forget I asked. That was … never mind. I’m not myself tonight. This thing with Dad. I should go.”

“Luke.”

“Did you scope out any rental properties today?”

Off balance now, Rae palmed her forehead. “Although that had been my plan, no. The day got away from me.”

“Good. Hold off.”

“Why?”

“I hope to be back by Wednesday. Just hold off.”

“Okay.”

“I love it when you say that.”

And just like that Rae sensed a change in Luke’s mood. She smiled a little, arched a brow. “You love it when I say ‘okay’? Why?”

“Mostly when you say it to me, it means you’re putting your faith in me. Trusting my judgment. My abilities.”

She frowned now. “Why would I doubt—”

“I know you know about my reading problem.”

Rae pushed off of the pillows, shocked and primed by the turn in conversation.

“Are you going to pretend otherwise?”

“No. That is, I suspected.” Rae licked her lips, choosing her words carefully. “I have a stepbrother who struggled with dyslexia. Plus part of my studies involved the complexities of learning disabilities,” she said straight on. “I picked up on signs most people wouldn’t. You cope well.”

“If by cope you mean I hide it well, then yes. I do. It’s always been enough for me. But now … now I worry it won’t be enough for you. Or our child.”

“Luke—”

“Regardless of my … challenge, I can take care of you, Rae, and our baby. When I said you could afford to be a stay-at-home mom, I wasn’t thinking about your fortune. I’m a hard worker and more than capable of being a good provider.”

Her heart swelled and ached knowing his pride was taking a monumental hit. “You’re not telling me anything I don’t already know.”

“I just wanted to get it out there.”

“Okay.”

He laughed a little. “Did you say that on purpose?”

“Yes.” She hugged a pillow to her aching chest, wishing she could hug Luke instead. “I can help you. If you want. I just need to know what type—”

“Visual.”

Her shoulders sagged with relief. Not
trauma
or
primary
. “I can definitely help.”

“I appreciate that, but … I have to tell you that would be hell on the ego.”

“Not me then. Someone else. You can tackle this, Luke.” His silence quickened her pulse. She knew enough not to push. Not now. That he’d admitted the problem at all was huge. “How about we leave off for now and discuss this more in person?”

“That won’t come easy for me.”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

After a moment, Luke said, “I should let you get some sleep.”

“It’s been a full day, that’s for sure.” She scraped her teeth over her lower lip, praying she was handling this right. She knew his disability didn’t necessarily factor into business sense, but did he? Generally those who suffered dyslexia were highly intuitive. Uber street-smart. “Luke?”

“Yeah.”

“When you get back, I was hoping I could get your two cents on Sugar Tots. My meeting went well at the bank and if everything goes smoothly the day care center will be mine—lock, stock, and barrel—by month’s end. I’ve never owned a business. You run one of the most successful establishments in town. I’d appreciate your input.”

“You don’t have to patronize—”

“I’m not.”

“All right. First thought? Change the name. You mentioned launching after-school programs for older kids. I can tell you right now, if I were a ten-year-old boy, I wouldn’t be keen on spending my afternoons at a place called Sugar Tots.”

“Good point.” Truly it was. “Any suggestions?”

“Not off the top of my head. Maybe we can brainstorm when I get home.”

“Sounds good.” She tamped down a whirlwind of emotions, thinking this would be a good place to stop for the night. “I’ll say a prayer for your dad.”

“I appreciate that. Goodnight, Reagan.”

“Goodnight, Luke.”

Rae spotted the first photographer around noon. He didn’t get in her face. In fact he was pretty far away and for all she knew he could’ve been taking a picture of the white-steepled church or quaint storefronts. Sugar Creek, with its old-fashioned brick facades and Americana charm was beautiful in any season. Mid-February and the roof of every building as well as the branches of the trees were blanketed in snow. Frosty windowpanes were framed with twinkling white lights. A good many of the antiques shops, art galleries, and specialty boutiques offered displays featuring hearts and flowers, chubby cupids, sleek statues of kissing couples, and assorted romantic images. It was the month of love, after all.

Yes, indeed. It was possible that the photographer was an amateur, a tourist snapping shots of the town he’d chosen for his holiday getaway. She just happened to walk into the frame.

But Rae’s prickling hair follicles told her different.

She told herself not to panic. Not to avoid and not to engage. This is what she’d wanted, right? Free publicity for the Cupcake Lovers. A way and means to build buzz around their recipe book? It’s just that she hadn’t expected action so soon. Especially since she’d yet to broadcast her whereabouts. Although maybe Brett had tipped off the media. Except that meeting with the Highlife marketing department wasn’t taking place until later today. He wouldn’t jump the gun, would he?

Seriously, if she couldn’t withstand one innocuous guy with a camera, what would she do when the paparazzi flocked.
If
they flocked. Maybe she had a skewed vision of her potential popularity. Maybe the media wouldn’t give two hoots about the daughter of a B-movie actress who intended to use her fortune to promote cupcakes and early education. Now that she thought about it her goodwill mission wasn’t nearly as titillating as the wild antics and illegal shenanigans of any number of infamous celebrity kids.

Hunching her shoulders against the blustery winds, Rae shoved that photographer from her mind and hurried toward Romancing the Stone, an artisan shop featuring handcrafted jewelry by Casey Monahan. Casey had been one of the first people Rae had met last year when she’d first settled in Sugar Creek. Although Rae had pretended to be someone else, she
had
been honest about certain aspects of her life. Like having a brother (albeit stepbrother) stationed in the Middle East. Something she had in common with Casey and one of the reasons Casey had invited Rae to check out the Cupcake Lovers. Rae had been hooked after one visit. Casey had been as good of a friend as
Rachel
had allowed, and Rae hadn’t seen the quirky artisan since she’d returned to Sugar Creek. Up until late last night, Casey had been out of town.

The bell above the door tinkled and a warm blanket of air enveloped Rae as soon as she stepped inside. The shop was just as she remembered. Small, tidy, and creative. Beautiful jewelry displayed in imaginative ways. As always, the room smelled of evergreen.

Casey popped into view, straightening from a stooped position behind her front-of-house workstation. She took in Rae’s makeover and smiled. “
Wow
. Just
wow
.”

Rae took off her big, dark sunglasses then brushed snowflakes from her wind-tousled hair. “Short and really red. I know.” She’d lost count of how many times she’d said that in the last few days.