She rolled her eyes.
I smiled at their back and forth.
Chace got impatient.
“Seriously, Ma, pâté isn’t my top choice but it’s food. We gonna get that before Faye and I have to move in?”
She scowled at him then called loudly yet still daintily, “Enrique! You can serve the foie gras now.”
“Fuckin’ brilliant,” Chace muttered.
“Chace!” Valerie snapped.
“Chace!” I semi-snapped.
“Not fuckin’ brilliant,” Chace muttered again, grinning.
I looked to Valerie. “He swears way too often.”
“We’re in accord over that, my dear,” she replied snippily, still scowling at Chace.
Enrique walked in.
“Fuckin’ brilliant,” Chace muttered again, uncurling his arm from around my shoulders and leaning toward the tray instantly as Enrique set it on the table in front of us.
I looked to Valerie and rolled my eyes.
Valerie looked to me and did the same.
Then I sat forward to get my foie gras because Chace might not find it a top choice but it was one of my favorites in the whole world.
Dinner went great.
Then it happened.
We were in the less formal family room which was, indeed, less formal but it was still more formal than I was used to. I was thinking that I was glad the material of my dress had a little stretch because after that dinner, I needed it.
Not including the foie gras, it was four courses of rich, complicated food and not those elegant, minimalistic, rich, complicated food portions but vast portions even my mother would balk at serving. Nevertheless, it was delicious but it was filling.
Wine flowed freely and Valerie relaxed. Between my forthrightness and Chace’s teasing, she already seemed relatively comfortable by the time we headed to the opulent dining room, its table laid with china, silver and crystal that was so delicate and refined, I suspected the Queen of England would find it a little daunting.
We’d only had one incident during dinner. This being that the flowers I’d ordered through Holly were gracing the table and Valerie calling my attention to them and expressing her gratitude so often that, in the end, I was running out of ways to say, “You’re welcome.”
Chace noticed this, it seemed to make him tense and eventually he muttered to his mother gently, “Ma, she gets it. You like ‘em. Let it go, okay?”
At this, she got a bit fidgety and I thought she’d knock over her wineglass but I again forged into the breach, making some comment about Chace’s horseshoe champagne glasses and how much I liked them. She beamed at the compliment, relaxed and settled in.
In fact, by the time we made it to the family room, I was wondering what all the drama was about. Sure, she seemed nervous, she seemed very much to want me to like her and have a good time and Chace seemed unhealthily attuned to it but it wasn’t that bad.
Until suddenly, out of nowhere, when we were sitting and chatting in the family room, me finishing my last glass of wine knowing it was getting late and the drive was long so we’d be leaving soon, Valerie’s eyes lit up. At the same time a wave of something immensely unpleasant flowed from Chace, filling the room.
Seemingly oblivious to Chace’s emotion, Valerie set her glass aside, clasped her hands in front of her, her eyes shot back and forth between Chace and me and she instantly gave me the information I needed to understand what was going down.
“Trane is here!”
Uh-oh.
I tensed with Chace as Valerie babbled on, “He said he was tied up, most likely wouldn’t make it.” She looked at me. “I was devastated. I so wanted you to meet him and Chace’s father so wanted to meet you. I more so wanted Trane to meet you after I actually met you and you’re so very charming. And now,” she beamed between Chace and me, “He’s here!”
She then shot to her feet and rushed from the room without another word.
I turned to Chace but as I was doing this, he got to his feet, hauling me up with him, announcing on a growl, “We’re leavin’. Now.”
I nodded and didn’t say a word. I just bent and grabbed my bag as I went on alert because I could feel from his vibe that what would happen next would not go well.
I was not wrong though I would have no idea how bad it would get. And I would have no clue that bad wouldn’t happen until much later and it would be very bad.
We were coming into the foyer when we met Valerie and Trane.
I was not surprised to see, considering their money and Valerie’s barely diminished by age looks, that Trane’s father was also very dignified and attractive.
But I was surprised to see the resemblance Chace had to his father. They weren’t mirror images of each other, Trane’s hair had some gray mingled with the blond. But they were the same height, same build and Chace’s eyes were the same color as Trane’s. Although Chace was younger, the power and strength of his frame and stature not faded as Trane’s somewhat had, there were more than a few similarities.
I didn’t really get the chance to process this for, upon being in his father’s presence, that emotion flowing from Chace ratcheted up around two dozen levels making it hard to breathe. But even though he couldn’t miss it, Trane barely glanced at his son before he eyes lighted on me.
He sent a familiar but less natural and warm smile my way as he approached us.
“Faye,” he moved toward me as I felt Chace, already close, weirdly start crowding me, “what a delight. So pleased I made it home in time to meet you.”
Not knowing what to do considering everything about Chace screamed I should run for the hills but Trane was giving me a welcoming smile while Valerie stood to the side beaming with obvious pleasure, I simply locked my body but allowed Trane to take my hand.
It was when Trane touched me, the stifling emotion rolling off Chace hit the danger zone but I was caught. I could do nothing but allow Trane to lift my hand and touch his lips to my knuckles even when Chace’s arm slid around my waist, his fingers digging in and his mood blanketing the room.
I hadn’t been around rich people so I couldn’t know, maybe they kissed fingers as a matter of course, but even if Chace wasn’t being weird, I wouldn’t have liked him kissing my knuckles. It was debonair, I’d seen it happen before in movies but it also was a bit creepy. Furthermore, he couldn’t miss Chace’s possessive claiming tactics that shouted stand back! Thus he couldn’t miss he was putting me in an extremely awkward position and that wasn’t nice to me or his son.
Trane straightened and dropped my hand but didn’t release it when he continued to ignore his son and looked in my eyes. For my part, I was again caught, wanting to put pressure on my hand for him to release it at the same time thinking that might be rude.
“You’re lovely. What a shame I wasn’t able to be there while you graced my table.”
“Thank you,” I whispered.
“Let her go,” Chace growled low enough his mother wouldn’t hear but his father definitely did because he let me go.
His eyes cut to his son.
“Chace,” he greeted. “You’re looking well.”
“We’re also leaving,” Chace replied, moving me around Trane toward his mother. I could hear the effort it took him to modulate his voice when he spoke to her. “Sorry, Ma, but we have to hit the road.”
Her face fell instantly showing she wasn’t disappointed, she was devastated.
Thus she leaned in beseechingly. “Couldn’t you stay for just one more drink so Trane can relax and chat with you and your charming Faye?”
“No,” Chace replied tersely, not to mention rudely, leaned in, kissed her cheek then moved back and told her, “I’ll call. Maybe in a coupla weeks you can come to Carnal, spend the weekend.”