“Do you translate everything I say because I’m not speaking English?” Dominic asked with some amusement.
“Exactly, you speak some dialect of barbarian dictator most of the time,” Lil teased.
Dominic bent down and growled playfully at Lil, “Barbarian, huh? I know how much you like that.”
“Okay,” Lil interrupted with a laugh. “I’m heading back into the party. You two just follow when you’re ready.”
She walked halfway down the hallway before turning slighting to check if they were following.
They weren’t.
And it didn’t look like they would be for quite a while.
Lil turned away with resolve.
I want to love and be loved like that.
I want the fairytale.
Jake spotted Lil the instant she walked through the door. He cut through diplomats and royalty with neither subtlety nor etiquette. He had to get to her side before she disappeared again.
“Lil,” he said, “we need to talk.”
She nodded calmly and allowed him to guide her into a room across the hall. He closed the door and his concern grew when she didn’t fly at him with accusations.
She surprised him again with a softly spoken words. “Jake, I am so sorry for everything I’ve put you through. I was looking for answers in the wrong places.” He went to take her in his arms, but she moved away from him and continued. “No, I need to say this. I shouldn’t have said what I did in front of your parents. I’m the last one who should judge anyone for how they deal with their family. I can’t believe mine is still intact after what I’ve put it through. I-”
“It’s okay, Lil.”
“No, it’s not. Words hurt and you didn’t deserve my anger. You never lied-which is more than I can say about myself.”
“I understand why you did it.” He did. The more he’d thought about what she’d done, the more his anger had been replaced by admiration. That same fierce love that he knew she had for her daughter had driven her to protect her sister…and then, unbelievably, him.
He couldn’t remember the last person who had risked anything for him, and Lil had risked everything. He needed to make her see that they belonged together.
“Do you? Do you really-because I’m still trying to figure out if I did it to protect Abby or because I wanted something to be wrong with her happy ending. I’ve wasted so much time falsely thinking we were in some sort of competition. I finally see that her happiness doesn’t threaten mine. I’ll find my own way. I believe that now.”
Something about her tone warned him that this was good-bye and he refused to accept that possibility. “I love you, Lil.”
She looked up at him from beneath her long, beautiful lashes, her dark brown eyes brimming with emotion. “Don’t. Don’t say things you don’t mean.”
He took her arms in his hands and held her before him. “I love you.”
When he’d imagined her reaction to his declaration, he pictured her throwing her arms around him and the passion that would follow. Her steady stare was disappointing and disconcerting.
“You don’t believe in love. You’ve said that more than once.”
“I was wrong.”
She studied him quietly, then shook her head. “No, you were honest and I appreciate that. You’re a good man, Jake.”
Then why does this still sound like goodbye?
“What do you want, Lil?” He heard the emotion in his own voice and didn’t care. She couldn’t leave like this.
“I’m not sure yet, but I know what I don’t want. I don’t want to continue our casual beginnings, I don’t want to ever lie to you again, and I don’t want to settle for less than everything.”
“Everything?” What more was there? “I’ve told you that I’ll marry you.”
One tear rolled down her cheek silently. “It’s not enough, Jake. I want the lover, the best friend, the hero.”
“You think I can’t be that?” Hell, Dominic’s fist had hurt less.
Lil shrugged sadly and looked away. “Dominic offered me a job in Boston and I’m going to take it. It’ll be a creative job and I’ll take an art class or two. I have to find my footing.”
“So, that’s it?” He strove for calm. “You want to end this?”
“I don’t know.”
“I do.” He kissed her with everything he was feeling. He kissed her until she was shaking with passion against him. “Stay,” he whispered. “We’ll figure the rest out.”
She pulled away. “No. It would be too easy to let passion decide this.” She backed another step away from him and opened the door to the hallway. “Please leave me alone for now, Jake. I need time to figure this out. You do, too.”
He went to the door and watched her disappear back into the party.
A disheartened male voice broke the silence that followed. “Man, if you can’t get the girl, I’m screwed.”
Jeremy stood beside Jake, watching Lil disappear into the crowd. “I’m going to marry her.”
The poorly-suited man gave Jake a sympathetic pat on the back. “Of course you are, man. Of course you are.”
Chapter Sixteen
Jake spent the next couple of days introducing Jeremy to how Corisi Enterprises looked from the right side of the computer. In addition to the image consultant Dominic had found for Jeremy, Jake had offered him an office in their main building. At first he’d balked at the idea of formally joining a team, but the lure of working, even temporarily, with the Waltons proved too tempting for him to pass on in the end.
If the initial tests were correct, the Chinese server was patched and ready to go. No more surprise rewriting of the codes. No more unauthorized access to emails or mainframes. Between his parents and Jeremy, Jake doubted there was another company on the planet as secure as Corisi Enterprises had become.
This should have been a time to celebrate, but Jake found no real joy in the news. He lingered in the Corisi Towers long past when everyone had left for the day. He didn’t want to admit it to himself, but he didn’t want to go home.
Dominic walked in Jake’s office, plopped in one of the chairs in front of his desk, and propped his feet up on it. “Stop sulking.”
Jake leaned forward and pushed his friend’s feet off his desk. “I’m not sulking.”
Unperturbed, Dominic stretched his legs and crossed his ankles on the floor before him. “Do you know what your problem is?”
“I’m sure you’re going to tell me.”
Dominic smiled. “You’re over-thinking this. Normally I respect that side of you, but it doesn’t work with women.”
“Spare me the Cro-Magnon tips on romance.”
“I don’t care what your IQ is-you’re an idiot if you think that sitting in this office is going to get her back.”
“She said she needed time to figure out a few things.”
“That is code for, ‘Get off your ass and show me that you care.’”
“How have you never had a restraining order taken out against you?”
“Say what you will, but my woman is planning a wedding and yours is…” Dominic snapped his fingers as if he’d just remembered something. “Oh, yes, you don’t know what she’s doing because you’re giving her time to figure things out.”
Jake pushed his chair back and stood. “What’s scary is that you’re beginning to make sense to me.” He needed to take action now before she figured him right out of her life.
Dominic joined his friend near the door and gave him an encouraging slap on the back. “The trick is selective hearing. Women tell you what they want; they just throw in all that other shit to confuse you. Now stop thinking and go get her.”
“You’re right.” Jake said and suddenly he knew exactly how to do it.
A week later, Lil was eating a salad at a small table in a café of a downtown office building. True to his word, Dominic had found her a job immediately upon her return. Mrs. Duhamel had flown back to Boston with her, determined to watch Colby until they found a nanny both she and Lil could agree on. Although it was difficult to leave Colby, there was something invigorating about the challenge of learning a new job. She didn’t know much about graphic design, but not surprisingly, the position offered as much on the job training as she wanted.