Dirty Red (Love Me With Lies) (18 page)

I sniff. “Yes, they were together for a few years in college. But, it wasn’t that serious. They never even slept together.”

Sam raises his eyebrows. “Caleb stuck around for a girl who wasn’t having sex with him?” He lets out a low whistle.

“What does that mean?” I curl my feet under my body and try not to look too interested. The lack of sex between Caleb and Olivia always confused me. I had wanted to ask questions on the rare occasion it came up, but never wanted to seem like the jealous girlfriend. Besides, Caleb protected his past like it was the goddamn crown jewels.

Sam looks thoughtful as he chews on a mouthful of beef jerky. He eats so much of the stuff I’ve come to associate the smell with him.

“Seems like a long time to ask a college-aged guy to wait. The only way I see someone doing that is if they are crazy in love
… addiction love.”

“What do you mean
addiction love
?” Caleb has the most non-addictive personality I’ve ever seen. In fact, it bothers me. One year he will be a full-fledged skier and the next year when I book a trip to the lodge, he’ll tell me he’s not interested anymore. It happened countless times throughout our relationship — with restaurants, clothes … he even traded his car in every year. It almost always started with him loving something intensely and then gradually becoming bored with it. 

“I don’t know,” Sam says. “I guess it sounds like he was willing to do anything for her
… even if it meant going against what he was used to.”

“I hate you.”

He slaps my leg playfully and stands up. “Just trying to clear your head a little, Mommy monster. Seems like he’s your addiction and it’s not a healthy one.”

I glare after him as he heads for the door. He’s such a pompous ass.

“See you tomorrow,” he calls over his shoulder. “When Mr. Perfect returns…”

But, the next day Sam calls to say he’s having car problems. I cancel the spa. I haven’t spent an entire day alone with the baby since Sam’s run with the flu. I eat a mini bag of frozen corn before going up to get her. For most of the day, I repeat everything I see Sam do. We have tummy time in the living room. I wipe her face after she’s done eating. I even splurge and take her for a mini walk in the stroller I have never used.

When I discover I'm out of diapers, I call Sam in a panic. He doesn’t answer, because no one is ever around when you really damn well need them! How am I supposed to take a baby
to the store with me? There has to be some kind of service that runs errands for new mothers. After debating for more than an hour, I pack the baby in the car and head to the nearest grocery store. It takes me ten minutes to figure out how to load her car seat onto the cart. I swear under my breath, until a more seasoned mother comes over to help me. I thank her without meeting her eyes and steer my cart into the store just in time to miss the rain. The minute the cold air conditioning blows on the baby, she starts wailing. I push the cart haphazardly to the kid aisle and toss in five packages of diapers. Better safe than sorry.

By the time I’ve raced back to the register
, people are looking at me like I’m a bad mother. I load everything onto the conveyor and lift her out of the car seat. Holding her against my chest, I pat her back awkwardly. I am fumbling with my wallet and trying to bounce her when the cashier — a bubble popping juvenile delinquent — asks me, “Will that be all?” I look at the bags of diapers that are now bagged in my cart and then at the empty belt. He is staring at me with his watery marijuana eyes, waiting for my answer.

“Um no, I’d like all of this invisible shit too.” I wave a hand at the conveyer and he is actually dumb enough to look.

“God,” I say, viciously swiping my credit card. “Lay off the pot.”

The baby chooses that exact moment to have a bowl movement. Before I’ve pocketed my credit card, the contents of her diaper have leaked onto my hands and shirt. I look around in horror and bolt from the store.

Without the diapers.

I send Sam to go back for them later when he finally calls me back. When he shows up at the front door, I still haven’t changed my crapped on shirt, and in addition to my daughter’s brown artwork, both of my breasts are leaking. He shakes his head.

“You look worse every time I see you.”

I burst into tears. Sam sets the diapers on the counter and hugs me. “Go shower while she’s sleeping. I’ll make us something to eat.”

I nod and head upstairs. When I come back down, he’s made spaghetti.

“Sit.” He points to a barstool. I obey, pulling in the plate he slides toward me.

“You’re losing it,” he says. He wraps spaghetti around his fork without looking at me.

I use a knife to cut mine into little pieces so that they fit onto my fork.

“How do I get him to come home?”

“Get a new personality and learn to shut the fuck up.”

I give him a dirty look as I dab at my mouth.

“Are you attracted to me?”

There is a long pause.

“I’m gay, Leah.”

“What? I never
really
thought you were.”

“You’ve been saying it all along!”

“But, you have a daughter … what’s her name, again?”

He laughs. “
Kenley. And, I guess I only figured it out later in life.”

I drop my head in my hands. Thi
s is an all-time new low for me, seducing a gay man. I take a deep breath and look up.

“Caleb’s going to leave me again. I know it.”

For a second Sam looks taken aback, and then he scoots over on the couch and puts an arm around my shoulders.

“Probably,” he says. My head snaps around to look at him. Weren’t gay men supposed to be sensitive? The minute he announced he was gay, I was planning on using him to replace
Katine. “Probably. I can’t believe he’s stayed with you for this long.” He smiles at my expression.

“Did you really just say that?”

He nods. “Maybe the guy loves a good bitch — but you’re treading a thin line between attractively bitchy and psycho. You messed with his daughter. He’s probably going to leave you and take his kid.”

“No way. I won’t let that happen.”

“What? —The husband or the baby?”

I bite the inside of my cheek. It’s obvious what I mean.

“He won’t believe it — if I start acting all supermom. He sees through shit like that.”

Sam raises an eyebrow.

“He won’t leave me. He thinks I’ll fall apart if he does.”

“Is that how you want to keep him? By manipulating his emotions?”

I shrug. “I try not to think about it, honestly.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of apparent. Why not just let him go? You could find someone else.”

I have the urge to slap him across the face. I light up a Slim instead. 

“I won’t ever let him go. I love him too much.”

Sam smirks at me and plucks it from my fingers, stubbing it out on my granite. “Never?”

“Never,” I say. “Never ever.”

Sam points a finger at me. “That’s not love.”

I roll my eyes at him. “What do you know? You’re gay.”

Past

Daddy called me his right hand. It should have been considered an honor, but it felt more like I’d pinned a scarlet letter to my dress. Everyone knew his rigid policy on not bringing family into the company, so my sudden appearance was a cold, drizzly raincloud over the other employees. Had my father recruited a spy? Was he downsizing the company, using me to report who was and wasn’t doing their jobs? They shuffled papers when I walked by, pretending to be busier than they were. Some were radically pleasant, hoping to gain my friendship to secure their jobs, while others were openly hostile. The
Why is she here?
question was the ever-ringing bell that preceded me down the halls. It was miserable. What was more miserable was the size of my office. Other than Daddy’s, mine was the most coveted in the building. One wall made entirely of glass; it offered a view of downtown Ft. Lauderdale. If I stood just right, facing the ocean, I could see Caleb’s building in the distance. Its previous owner, who was well loved by everyone at OPI, was fired a week before I arrived. He’d been with the company for twelve years and had earned the office I’d been handed. My door plaque might have just read Entitled Brat in pink, bubble letters. I was making five times the money I’d made at the bank. On the surface, my already privileged life had just landed down Licorice Lane. On the inside, under the shiny new office and title, I was warping.   

My father gave me a prestigious job at his company to prove how little he thought of me. My boyfriend gave me smiles that didn’t reach his eyes. My mother gave me love so thin it felt more like sugarcoated contempt. If someone had cared enough to say:
Leah, it’s all in your head ... all I would have to do was refer them to the three people in my life who didn’t really want me there.

My assistant peeked her head in. “Ms. Smith, everyone is waiting for you in the conference room.”

Shit. I’d forgotten about that. I grabbed my MacBook and Jamba Juice and bolted out the door. I was so wrapped up in my pity party that I was ten minutes late for an uber important meeting. I hated that. I strolled in casually, avoiding my father’s eyes, and sat down in my seat.

I looked up
, expecting to see Bruce Gowin, who normally sat next to me, but instead I was greeted by a blonde with blindingly white teeth.

Where was Bruce? Bruce was my partner in
snark. My head swiveled around the table looking for him, until my father caught my eye.

“Leah, I’m so pleased you finally decided to join us.
If you are looking for Mr. Gowin — he is no longer with us. Cassandra Wickham is his replacement.”

“You can call me Cash,” she said, extending her hand. Cash
… how Hollywood.

Cash
had edgy, trying-too-hard chin length hair and lips that had seen about five rounds of the collagen needle. She was striking … sexy. I immediately felt threatened. I gave her the most genuine smile I could muster and turned back to my father who was watching me closely. Cash was his new pet, I could already tell. I wondered if Bruce had been fired just to make room for her.

“Let’s begin, shall we…” He turned on the projector and every head swiveled toward it, like we were programmed to do so. And we were. Charles Austin Smith verbally berated anyone who dared speak or nod off during his meetings. He verbally berated my mother for
speaking her opinions so often that she no longer had any. King Smith. Formerly Smitoukis, but that was part of his poor life. When the King spoke, his subjects lost their tongues and listened.

The meeting was a way for all of the OPI Gem departments to touch base. Since I was head of internal affairs, it was my responsibility to coordinate Cash’s new position as Pharmaceutical Formulation Chemist. Since most formulation chemists were either self-taught or had in essence been apprenticed under experienced researchers, Cash was an immediate important person in the company. A pharmaceutical rock star, if you will. I didn’t know how I felt about my new charge. I wanted Bruce back.
   

After the meeting, I headed to my father’s office to find out where he went. Closing the door behind me, I took the only available seat opposite his desk. I waited for him to look up from his computer before speaking.

“What happened to Bruce, Daddy?”

My father took off his reading glasses and
set them on his desk. “Mr. Gowin was not performing. I have big projects emerging that are going to set us on the map as a pharmaceutical company. We needed a new set of eyes. I trust that you will take Ms. Wickham under your wing.”

I nodded
… too eagerly. He frowned. “You will be working closely with her while we formulate and test a new drug. I’m putting you in charge of the entire project.”

My jaw dropped. I quickly recovered, wiping the silly smile from my face, trying to be vice president of internal affairs.

It was a big deal. Whatever my father’s motives were for bringing me into the company were all cast aside by this one bit of news. He trusted me with the launching of a new drug. That was huge!

“Thank you, Daddy. I’m so honored.”

He dismissed me with a wave of his hand, and I had to restrain myself from skipping out of the office. The first thing I did was call Caleb.

He was breathless when he picked up the phone. I imagined he’d just come back from a run.

“Wow, Red. I’m so proud of you. I’ll pick you up from work tonight and we’ll celebrate.”

I glowed under his praise. I agreed to be ready by seven. I hung up the phone and smoothed my skirt. I was going to have to take a trip down to the lab where Cash would be setting up her office. Since we were going to be working together, it was in my best interest to get to know her. When I turned toward the door, she was already there.

“Leah,” she said. “May I come in?”

 
I nodded and motioned for her to take a seat.