Somewhere Only We Know (7 page)

What the hell was wrong with her, she had just walked out on her husband. She was in no position to even let those kinds of thought
s enter her head. She shut them straight down.

“I
’m here and I am just fine,” Jack stood up to greet his son. He walked over and patted him on the back. “Why don’t you take a seat and I will get you some lemonade and a piece of Sara’s pie.”

“Doctor Carson’s office called
,” the son said, as he took a seat across from Kate and glanced at her again for a little longer this time before turning his attention back to his father. “They said you left your wallet behind.”

“I was wondering
what I had done with that,” Jack replied, looking a little uneasy with the conversation. He looked up at Kate. “Finn, where are your manners? Can’t you see we have company? I thought I raised you better than that. You could at least say hello.”

Then turning his attention back to Kate, he gave her a smile as he placed Finn
’s lemonade and pie down in front of him, then took his seat once more.

“Kate, this cheeky pup is my son, Finn,” Jack said as he
picked up his drink and took a sip. “Finn, this lovely young lady is Kate, she kindly came to my rescue not once, but twice today.”

“Nice to meet you Finn,” Kate said reaching out her hand.

“The pleasure is all mine Kate,” Finn said, his eyes locking with Kate’s, as he took her hand, and Kate knew she was blushing once again, as he held her hand a little longer than he should have. She quickly pulled her hand from his. “A real pleasure.”

Callum sat at his desk and stared out over the New York City skyline. It
had been three weeks since Kate had walked out of their apartment. Seven days since she had called him. He missed her so much, it was killing him. He missed her smell and her voice. He missed waking up with her next to him. He missed the feeling of safety and security she gave him simply by just being there. Mostly, he missed the hope he had that someday, they could both find happiness together again.

Callum
knew he had done this to them. One stupid moment and the longing to feel like he was still wanted, like he was still alive, had pulled what they had apart. He had hurt her in a way that he never thought he ever would. And the worst part was, he knew he had no one but himself to blame for what had happened.

That morning, when she walked out of their apartment, he honestly didn’t believe she would go. He though
t she would blow off some steam, but then she would come home and they could make this right. However, when one day turned into two, then into a week. Callum knew he had totally fucked everything up. He should have never let her walk out.

He should have made her stay and fight for what they once
had. He should have fought for both of them.

He stood up and walked to the full length
window and pressed his head against the cold glass.

“Where are you, Kate?” he whispered
, as he pinched his eyes shut. He had no idea where she was or where he should even begin to look. He had no idea what he should do next.

The buzzer on his desk sounded, making him jump.
He turned and walked to his desk, reaching over, he pressed the intercom on his phone.

“Yes,” he replied a little sh
arply, feeling in no mood to talk to anyone.

“Mr. Greyson,” Alisha, Callum’s new assistant’s voice chimed thro
ugh the intercom. “I have a, Ms. Doyle on line one for you sir. Shall I take a message or are you available to speak with her.”

Callum sighed
deeply, he had avoided talking to Olly, one of Kate’s best friends, since she walked out. He knew he couldn’t put it off for much longer, but he really wasn’t in the mood today.

“Tell her I am in a meeting,” Callum replied, know
ing this was only going to piss Olly off more.

Thirty seconds later, the intercom buzzed once again. Callum sighed in irritation and pressed the button once again.

“Sir, she said to tell you,” Alisha continued. “If you didn’t take her call, she was booking a flight this evening.”

“Fine, put her though,” Callum replied, knowing he didn’t have a choice. He took his
seat behind the desk, taking a deep breath before he picked up the phone. “Hi, Olly.”

“Hello stranger,” she
said, sounding pissed off. Callum knew she wasn’t happy he had refused to take her call for the last two weeks. Each time she called, he instructed his assistant to inform her, he was either out of the office or in a meeting. “You are becoming harder and harder to get hold of. Must be nice to be so important in your big office, at the top of your ivory tower.”

“Sorry, Olly,” he replied with a half-hearted laugh. “The past two weeks have been really hectic.”

“What’s happened?” Olly demanded, seeing straight through his lie and sensing something bad had happened. Callum never said sorry so quickly and his apology sounded rehearsed. “Is it Kate, is she okay?”

“She is good,” he lied a
nd cringed because he hated lying to those who cared about them and he knew Olly loved him and Kate more than anything.

“Now I know you are full of crap,” Olly replied bluntly. “We both know she is anything but good. Now how about you start with the truth.”

“Olly, she left me,” Callum replied, unable to believe he was actually saying these words out loud. He choked back the tears that were almost strangling him, but he refused to cry.

“WHAT?” Olly exclaimed. “When? What the hell happened?”

“I fucked up,” Callum replied honestly. “We had this huge argument, I did something stupid and she walked out.”

“When?” Olly asked, completely taken aback by what
she had just heard.

“T
hree weeks ago,” he closed his eyes and prepared himself for the fallout from his revelation.

“T
HREE FUCKING WEEKS?!” Olly shouted angrily.

“And the worst part is,” he continued deciding it was
probably best to get everything out on the table and face whatever crap he got, because he deserved it. “I haven’t a clue where she is.”

“She has been missing for two weeks and you have told no one,” Olly said,
reaffirming the facts in her own head and getting angrier by the second. “You idiot. She could be lying in a ditch somewhere. She could be dead…”

“She isn’t dead,” Callum quickly interrupt
ed Olivia mid-rant. “She called a week ago.”

“What did she say?” Olly asked, the relief was clear in her voice.

“She said she was okay and she was safe,” Callum replied, as he remembered how happy he was to hear Kate’s voice and how he longed to hold her. He missed her more than he would have ever thought imaginable. He just wanted to see her, talk to her and try to make things right between them.

H
owever, he knew this was deeper than his one moment of stupidity. If he was honest, he knew she had been slipping away from him and he had let her, but he always thought that they had time and she just needed a little space. How had he gotten it so wrong?

“Did she give you any clue where she was?” Olly asked
, still completely taken back by what Callum’s told her. She knew that Kate and Callum were going through a tough time, of course they were. They lost their little girl and their life fell apart. But Olly never believed they would end up like this. They were Callum and Kate, the perfect couple. She was completely stunned.

“Olly, believe me,” Callum sighed. “If I knew where she was
, I would go and bring her home.”

“What the fuck where you thinking, Callum,” Olly said unable to get her head around what she just heard.
“She loves you so much, how could you hurt her like that?”

“It was a mistake,” he replied defensively. “I know I fucked up and I am trying my hardest to fix it.”

“I am booking a flight,” Olly announces, much to Callum’s horror. That was exactly what he didn’t want. And he knew if Kate found out Olly was in New York, she would never come home.

“Why?
” Callum asked. “What is the point, don’t you think I have tried everything to find her. I promise when I find out anything I will let you know.”

“I could help…” she began to protest.

“Olly, please,” Callum begged.

“Fine,” she agreed reluctantly
. “What about Harry, does he know?”

“Yes, Olly,” Callum replied sarcastically. “The first thing I did, was ring Katie’s father and told him I cheated on his grieving daughter and
that she’s left me.”

“Fine, Callum,” Olly replied sounding a little hurt and Callum
instantly regretted his tone. “I was just trying to help. But you did this, so there is no point in snapping at me.”

“I know, Olly,” Callum said,
feeling more ashamed of himself. “I’m sorry, I really am. And I promise. The minute I hear something, I will let you know.”

“Morning, noon or night
, you ring me immediately,” Olly replied. “And if I hear from her I will let you know too.”

“Thanks, Olly,” Callum said, gratefully. When they said their goodbyes, Callum hung up the phone and stared at the photo of him and Kate on his desk.

He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer, he would hear something soon.

His intercom buzzed again. Callum rubbed his tired eyes and pressed the button once again.

“What is it
now, Alisha?” Callum said and waited expectantly for his assistant to answer.

“Your brother is on line two, sir,” the girl said
, nervously through the intercom. For the past two weeks Callum had been like a bear with a sore head. He was never the most talkative man in the world, but the last two weeks it had been like walking on egg shells with him. “Are you available to speak to him or shall I take a message.”

“You can put him through,” Callum said,
as he pinched the bridge of his nose to try and relieve the tension headache he had for the last two weeks. He took a deep breath and picked up the phone, pausing briefly before he pressed the button. “Hello, James.”

“Little brother,” James’
deep voice boomed down the phone and Callum cringed, as he did every time James called him little brother. James was three years older and was their parents pride and joy. James, like Callum, graduated from Princeton with first class honours, but James went on to Harvard to study Law, just like their father had. He was now a partner in a high profile practise in Boston.

James and Callum were always close
, but Callum truly hated when he referred to him as little brother and James knew that too, which is why he always did it.

“James,” Callum replied shortly unable to hide
the irritation from his voice.

“Sorry, couldn’t resist,” James
said with a bit of a laugh. He knew it drove his brother nuts, but he did it anyways, just in the vague hope he could make him smile a little. “So how are things with you?”

“Oh, you know,” Callum said unsure if
he wanted to tell him about what had happened between him and Kate.

“Yeah, I know,” James asked. “I tried calling you a few days ago, but it just kept going to voice mail.”

“I was in meetings,” Callum lied. He saw the calls, but didn’t feel up to talking to James at the time, so he had let them go to voice mail. “Things around here have been really busy, sometimes I feel like I live in this damn office.”

“Oh so it wasn’t Kate I saw then,” James replied much to Callum’s surprise.

“You saw Kate?” Callum asked, sitting up straight in his chair. James had his complete attention now. “Where?”

“I was in Seattle on business
last week,” James began confused by his brother’s reaction. “I thought I saw her I was in the Grand Hyatt, I was in the restaurant and I thought I saw her walking through the lobby. Guess she has a double. I thought maybe you and she had taken a few days away together like I had suggested the last time we spoke. That’s why I was calling. I thought we could have met up for dinner or even a drink.”

“What day was this exactly?”
Callum demanded, his heart racing with the possibility he might be closer to finding Kate.

“
Last Thursday,” James replied, sounding a little confused. “Callum, what’s wrong? Has something happened?”

For a moment Callum didn’t reply, he didn’t know what to say. He really wasn’t ready to tell James everything
, but he didn’t see as he had much of a choice now.

“Cal,” James pushed his brother a little. “Talk to me.
What’s going on?”

“Kate left me,” Callum replied in a quiet voice, still unable to believe he was saying the words out loud. “She walked out
three weeks ago and I have no idea where she is.”

“Why didn’t you phone me? Tell me what happened?” James asked with a sigh. “I have people that could have helped you. You know this. We could have found her together and gotten her help…”

“James, she left because I cheated,” Callum admitted felling angry that James assumed it was Kate in the wrong here. Saying the words made him feel sick. “She isn’t crazy or had some sort of a break down. I fucked some nobody from a bar and broke her heart. I didn’t tell you because you would have told Mom and Dad. I knew that they would blame her. Just like they always do.”

“
Cal, they don’t blame her,” James replied surprised by his brother’s response.

“Don’t
they?” Callum snapped back. “They blamed her when I gave up working for Harpers and remained in Ireland. Dad said I would never be happy in a small pond like Dublin, but I was. And I know Mom blamed her for what happened to Emily.”

“
They just wanted what they thought was best for you,” James insisted. “And Mom never blamed her, she was just grieving.”

“Kate was what was best for me,” Callum replied angrily. “
And Kate was grieving too, she blames herself for what happened to Emily and Mom made it clear, she thought Kate should have been able to get Emily out of the car. How do you think that made Kate feel, James?”

“Callum,” James said, his voice suddenly calm. “Does any of this really matter
right now? I think all that matters now is we find your wife. If that is what you want to do?”

“Of course it is,” Callum sighed deeply. “I love her James, I have loved her every day since the first time I saw her. I need to make this right.
I need to bring her home.”

“Then let’s find her
,” James replied sounding determined and Callum couldn’t help but smile. “I know this guy, we use him in the practise from time to time. He is one of the best, he will find her for you.”