Power Play (28 page)

Mira came up to me out of the club house, dressed in a red and gold sari. This wasn't the only Indian accessory she'd brought to the wedding. Her plus one was the doctor her parents had set her up with. He was tall and handsome and had deep, kind eyes, but that still didn't change how they'd been forced to meet.

I hadn’t given her my weekly lecture on that. Now, she was alone. But watching her shimmer in the reddening light - her slim, gorgeous body captured perfectly by the wrap of silk cloth, only one thing came to my mouth.

“Wow, you look amazing,” I said.

“You're seeing that now?” she smiled, and leaned next to me at the railing. “I was standing right next to you a bit earlier today, if you can't recall.”

“Maybe I was distracted. I was kinda tying myself to a guy for life.”

She would have every right to roll her eyes at poor me for locking myself to slot number three on Forbes magazine's '40 under 40' list. Instead, she looked out at a seagull diving for the water, and nodded.

“It's pretty permanent,” she said. “Did he make you sign a pre-nup?”

“No. He says I deserve half of what he's got anyway.”

“That's sweet. Ramesh and I aren't either.”

“So it's official?” I said. “You're marrying him.”

“Yeah. He proposed the other day. It's strange how it all plays exactly into what my parents want for me.”

That's right
. But the thought vanished at the sight of the sparkling ring on her finger.

“Were you always wearing that?” I said, stunned.

“No, I took it off.” She smiled sheepishly. “I didn't want to steal your thunder on your big day.”

What was I thinking? Mira was the clear-headed one when it came to people. If she thought this guy was right, then he must be. What else mattered?

“Oh my god,” I said, throwing myself around Mira in a hug. “Congratulations!”

“Thank you.” She nuzzled her cheek against mine. “That means a lot coming from you.”

I pulled away and looked her over. Only warmth filled my heart. The words suddenly came easy: “Who am I to judge how people should meet? Deacon didn't exactly win me over with a sonnet.”

Mira's eyes widened. “Are you finally gonna tell me what happened at that airport?”

Mira and her guy would have a far easier time telling their love story to their kids than Deacon and I would with ours. We’d just have to bribe them with a car so they forgot the question.

“What do you think happened?” I said mysteriously.

Thankfully, more footsteps creaked out onto the planks behind us right then.

“So this is where the party's happening,” Antoine said. “It's a freaking shareholder's convention inside there.”

His suit jacket was off and his dress sleeves were up. His arms glowed a deep copper in the sun. They took me in a hug that nearly toppled me over into the water.

“Enough hugs!” I squealed, even as I squeezed him back. “You already got me three times inside!”

“What, your body belongs to one man now? No no no. I'm not having that. Marco, come give her a hug.”

A tall, skinny Latino man emerged meekly from the darkened hall and gave me a limp circling of the arms. “You look beautiful,” he said sensuously in my ear.

“Easy,” Antoine said. “Now go get me some of that thousand dollar champagne. I'm parched and my throat's getting the quality it deserves for once.”

His boyfriend's handsome silhouette disappeared into the murk inside.

“He's pretty,” I said. “You two-”

“Just fucking,” Antoine said. “That's right.”

“Don't tell me you don't dream of this,” I said.

“What, because I'm a gay man, I must be a wedding planner too?”

“I mean you get to boss people around.”

“Oh.” He looked thoughtful. “It wouldn't be a huge change from how my days usually go though.”

“I guess not.”

He joined me at the railing and we gazed out at the rolling waters of the Pacific, utterly mesmerized. A yacht was moving towards the smaller boats moored nearby. It was churning up water that ran out across the globe, joining with every sea, river and lake. The sun could heat that water up into the air, the winds could turn them into clouds and they could descend back over every inch of the planet.

Even with all this wealth backing me now, I'd never be that free. But that was ok. I'd rather meander the world with a hand in mine than run completely free.

Another soft set of footsteps approached from behind, but stopped.

It was my mother. I turned and saw her clasping her purse, shrouded in a dress dark enough for a funeral. Her face was gaunt and grey, but still somehow rosier than before.

“Hey, Mom.”

Mira and Antoine stirred. They moved off further down the pier.

My mother came up to me, eyes fixed on the horizon. Did she see what I saw now?

My father was long dead and buried, meeting the maker he had devoted his life to. But my mother still had a chance to be her own woman. Maybe she could take a few steps back on her road, even if she couldn't abandon her ideas completely.

“You looked like an angel,” she said, gazing over me.

She meant it quite literally, but it was still sweet. “Thank you,” I said.

“The white is a symbol of purity, you know.”

I smiled at her. “I do have a pure love for Deacon.”

Her mouth remained flat. “I don't know your world,” she said finally. “If all he wants is your love, then that's what you should give him.”

“Did you love dad?” I asked.

“He was a faithful husband.”

“I guess that's something.”

This was about as far as we'd gotten in our conversations. I wasn't going to shake her, and she wasn't going to chase me away.

I was ok leaving it there, but she suddenly pressed closer to me..

“Don't let your husband punish you,” she said, softly.

“What?”

“I have been reading alone, now, without your father's guidance and...” She looked back up. “Punishment is for the Lord alone. We all err. Perhaps your father did, too.”

I was stunned. “I agree.”

She looked so sad and forlorn in her admission. I wrapped her tight in a hug.

“Don't worry, mom,” I said. “I'm not married to Deacon. I'm married to the man he is. If he becomes someone horrible, I won't stand for it.”

Her face was still dry when I pulled away. “Good,” she said, solemnly. “Good.”

“It's not going to happen though,” I said. “Deacon's not that kind of guy.”

“Not what kind of guy? Bad things, I hope.”

My newly betrothed stood watching us from the door. His tux was off. His black tie hung loose and his shirt had lost the top button. He looked beat, but even on his chiseled face, his smile looked warm and tender as it passed from me to my mother. He knew what that hug meant.

“Oh, just the worst things,” I said. “I shudder to think of all the things that you won't be.”

He stepped out, and gripped my mom's shoulders. “Don't worry, ma'am. I intend only the best for your daughter.”

That got her lips to curl up, which was practically exuberant for her.

“I'm very glad to hear that.” She stepped away. “Enjoy yourself tonight.”

She shifted back into the shadowy reception. I hoped she found someone nice to talk to in there. She deserved another chance at the right man.

“Did your mom just tell us to go screw?” Deacon asked, watching her.

“I'm
sure
that's what she meant.” Actually, given her idea of weddings, that might actually be true.

“Hmm, we should get rid of these numbnuts first,” he said. “But I suppose there's no harm in getting the engine running.”

He lifted my chin with his thumb and sank a kiss into me. The waters lapped the boards just past our heels. The gleaming yacht drifted past, kicking up a strong gust that enveloped us. Deacon’s hard pine scent ran rich in my nose even against the salty ocean wind.

An eternity could have passed, and I would not have grown tired of the moment.

“So,” he said, nudging off my mouth. “How does it feel to be a Stone?”

“Heavy,” I said. “I wonder if I can still swim.”

“Darlin' you can hire people to swim you around if you want.”

I laughed. “Sounds like something your mother might do.”

Just the idea sent a spike in my heart. I fought the urge to look around like a crazy person.

“Relax,” Deacon said, chuckling. “She's definitely not here.”

I breathed out. “Did she even respond to the invitation?”

“I believe she said she was going to Russia. Demetri double-checked. She's there. The frigid weather should suit her.”

“Ah.” I relaxed. “Well, at least the part of your family I like is here. Where'd he go off to by the way?”

Deacon peeked back into the clubhouse. “I don't know. He said he'd forgotten our present. He asked Trey and his date to go help him with it.”

Right then, an enormous horn sounded. I jumped. Only Deacon's firm grip kept me from toppling over the railing.

The ringing in my ears faded, and I traced the sound. The massive yacht had parked in the pier one row over. Curving blue font on it read 'SS Pebble.' It was vastly oversized for the dock, but luckily there were no other boats docked nearby.

The top story of the two-tier glass cabin opened. Trey and his cinnamon-haired girlfriend stepped out of the command room and waved at us.

“What in the hell?” Deacon murmured.

Jesse walked out on the dock from behind the hull of the yacht. He came down the pier and came up to the clubhouse. His combed blond hair waved in the breeze, and his elegant suit showed several damp patches.

“You like it?” he asked.

“It's gorgeous,” I said. Was that the right word for yachts? I had no idea.

“It's slick,” Deacon said.

“Great.” He flicked a pair of jangling keys at Deacon. “It's yours. There's also a lock on steering by the way. Code is 696969.”

He grinned.

“What?” Deacon's mouth lay open.

“It's my wedding gift. You guys can tour the world on that thing. It's super stable. Just don't steer it into any typhoons or tsunamis.”

“This is way too much.” I looked to Deacon. “Right?”

“It's nuts.”

Jesse waved us off. “Ah, it's nothing. I didn't want there to be any hard feelings about, you know, our childhood or our teenage years or really everything prior to the past two months. Just think of it as me sucking up to the new boss.”

“There's no hard feelings.” Deacon batted aside his brother’s outstretched hand and grabbed him in a crushing hug. “You were always my brother. If you were running the company, I would have accepted it.”

Jesse grunted and patted Deacon’s back until he let go. “Let's just be grateful that's not the case.”

Deacon gazed out at the boat. He turned to me.

“That thing's awful big,” he said. “And it's not going to get us anywhere as fast as a jet. I love you, sweetheart, but it might get a little lonely out there.”

“Trey actually unleashed your cat inside,” Jesse cut in. “I imagine he can help gut any fish you manage to catch.”

I looked over excitedly for any sign of Snowflake’s tawny face. He must be in the cabin.

Deacon grabbed my head though and faced me to him. “A cat's great, but wouldn't it be nice to have a more chatty companion?”

It took a second to see where he was going. I nodded and grabbed Jesse's hand.

“Come with us,” I said. “There's more than one bedroom I think, and we won't make much noise.”

His blue eyes shone bright. “I'm flattered, really, but it's your honeymoon.”

“Ah we're always traveling,” Deacon said. “It's no big deal. Come on, we'll go down the coasts. You can pick up girls at every port. Kerry won't mind.”

I shook my head. “I'll just plug my ears and look the other way.”

But Jesse wasn't even listening. A sudden darkness had overtaken his eyes. They looked like waves crashing over rocks.

“It's ok guys,” he said. “I think I'm going to be relaxing alone for a while.”

He swooped down, kissed me on both cheeks and stalked off into the club house.

“What was that about?” I asked.

“I've never seen him like that before,” Deacon said. “Don't worry. I'll ask after.”

Deacon didn't manage to catch up with Jesse. He rode off, and soon the other guests all started to make their way out. I wanted to know what was up with my new brother, but he needed time and space. Who was I to deny anyone that?

Later, as the caterers cleaned up, Deacon and I grabbed supplies – just enough to drift down to Baja – and sneaked up onto the boat.

We stood at the stern, his arms wrapped around me, gazing out at the wide world ahead.

“Where can this thing go?” I said.