I do love the cottage, but it’s more like a good friend. The Grand is my forever love.
Like Ivan.
“Did you find Alex?” I ask, holding my breath. The last thing I want to do is have to tell Sarah Elizabeth that her brother has been killed.
Ivan shakes his head. “He’s in the wind.”
I sigh, one part relief, one part worry.
The only thing keeping me here is Sarah Elizabeth. She’s come a long way since leaving Harmony Hills, but I think she’s more suited to this cottage than to Tanglewood. And her baby is due in a few months. I can’t leave her here alone. Once the baby is born, she’ll need help, support. I don’t begrudge her that. I have never been able to shake the guilt over leaving her to Leader Allen, even knowing there was nothing a sixteen-year-old girl could do. And besides, we’ve become friends.
But every minute spent here is one where I’m not at the Grand. Where I’m not with Ivan.
Now that we’re together, now that we’re equals, I don’t ever want to be apart.
Small sounds are coming from the back room, and I cock my head. What is she doing in there?
Ivan and I head for the door together, hands linked. The cottage is structured in a strange way, with the living quarters in the front and the kitchen in the back. Kind of like the old, grand houses where servants were common, although this place is too small and modest for those.
“Beth?” I call.
No answer. My heart picks up a rhythm.
Ivan’s expression hardens, and he pushes me behind him. He nudges the door, and it swings open—revealing Luca and Sarah Elizabeth in a lip-lock, both covered in flour. He’s got her backed against the wall, and she doesn’t seem to mind. His hands are under her ass, lifting her up. Her hands are in his hair, dusting the black strands with white.
Shock leaves me rooted to the spot, unable to speak.
Her belly isn’t exactly large, but it’s impossible to miss, a bump from her thin frame. It doesn’t seem to bother Luca in the slightest. He presses his big body against hers, rocking his hips in a blunt, insistent motion.
Ivan clears his throat, and Luca’s head lifts slightly. He carefully sets Sarah Elizabeth down before turning to face us. It doesn’t escape my notice that he blocks her from view, either to give her time to adjust her dress or to protect her from Ivan’s wrath.
Well, Ivan doesn’t seem mad exactly. More amused. “I told you to keep her occupied.”
Luca is unrepentant. “I did.”
Ivan turns back to me, his expression hesitant. “We’ll have to spend the night here.”
He doesn’t quite phrase it as a question, but I know this is his way of including me. Of letting me take the lead. Of giving me the option to invite him or push him away.
I step close and take his hand again. “We’ll make it work. There are some extra bedrolls in the attic.”
“And then tomorrow, we’ll fly back.” Another not question.
Worry tugs at my lips. “Well. I’m not sure I can leave Beth.”
She steps out from behind Luca. “I can come with you, if that’s what you want. You shouldn’t be trapped here because of me.”
“No,” Luca says. “I’ll stay with her.”
We all three turn to stare at him. Ivan seems the most shocked. Beth seems scandalized but pleased. As for me? This is the best thing to ever happen to me. Now I can go back to the Grand, back to Ivan, and know that Sarah Elizabeth is safe.
And plus, I’ll never let Luca live this down.
Beth recovers first. “No, it wouldn’t be…right.”
Pretty much everyone in the room can tell it’s a token protest, even Beth. Her cheeks turn red.
“Hmm,” I say, tugging Ivan back through the door. “I think we should give these two a chance to talk things out.”
Ivan still looks shocked, but he lets me lead him away. “I’m not sure there’ll be much talking,” he mutters.
It makes me giggle, and I feel exactly like the little girl—like his little girl—that I always wanted to be. Light and carefree. Hopeful. “Whatever they’re doing, it will probably take… oh, an hour or two. I could show you the orchard.”
His lips quirk. “The orchard?”
How does he make normal things sound dirty? “You know…trees, peaches. That orchard.”
“Right.” He smirks. “Lead the way.”
God. “I’m not joking. I’ve been tending it every day. It’s a lot of work, almost as tiring as dancing. There’s a certain time you have to pick them and—”
I have to stop because Ivan is full-on laughing now, a deep baritone sound that I’m not sure I’ve ever heard before. I want to be mad at him, but I can’t. It’s too wonderful seeing him like this, his suit rumpled from the drive, a smile on his face, and lust in his gray eyes. There’s nothing left to do but laugh with him while I show him my orchard and all the pretty peaches. I pick one that’s ripe and low, feeding it to him and then me, so that both our lips are stained sticky sweet. He lays me down in the shade of a tree, and we do our best to work grass and dirt stains into a ten-thousand-dollar suit.
All my life I’ve been running, and I’m not going to stop now. Only this time when I run, it’s not away from someplace or someone. I’m running to someplace, to someone. The Grand is my home, and Ivan is my heart. When I am near them, the running turns to dancing. And the dancing is like prayer.
Chapter Thirty
I stand just outside the gates of the Grand, watching dusk set in. Streetlamps carve out sections of the street, flashing loose pavement like diamonds. The alleys are pitch black—anyone could be happening in them. Anything is happening in them. Men know better than to approach me. Ivan’s reputation—and my own—are well known. But I don’t fool myself that I’m safe in this city just because I love it. It’s like loving a volcano, knowing one day you’ll get burned.
A hand circles my wrist, and I jump.
When I turn, my heart thumps faster. Ivan. “You came.”
He leans in to place a kiss on my forehead, and I close my eyes. It feels so right—the faint heat of him, his breath. I shiver.
“Of course,” he says simply. This is a big night for the Grand. A big night for me. We’ve had a soft open for weeks now, but this is the official opening. Ivan has been incredibly busy growing his other businesses now that he isn’t spending all of his time at the Grand, but he makes sure to attend one show a week. And he swore he wouldn’t miss this one.
On impulse, I wrap my arms around him. “Thank you.”
He drops his chin on my hair. “You know you shouldn’t be out here without West.”
West is my new personal bodyguard. Now that Luca is with Sarah Elizabeth, he needed someone else to trust with me—and of course it’s the boy scout. “He’s helping inside,” I say, brushing over the fact that I ordered him to and then slipped away. He will not be pleased. “And besides, you’re here now.”
He raises one eyebrow, not amused. “Am I?”
Rhetorical questions mean I’m in trouble. To distract him I take a step back and finger the fine, blush-colored material of my dress. It’s constructed from layers that are like petals, and I twirl for maximum effect. It only blooms when I dance.
“What do you think?” I ask. One of the advantages of being a former stripper is that I can execute that move in sparkly gold Louboutin’s on cobblestone. “I look like a flower.”
He’s sufficiently distracted, eyes sweeping down to the floor. “A flower with incredible legs,” he mutters.
I bite my lip and step close. Some women seem to grow taller when their man appreciates them, gaining confidence—and that’s a beautiful thing. But me, I’m the opposite. I already have a surplus of confidence, of swagger. Only with Ivan can I let myself be small. I curl into him, just a little. Soon I’ll have to return to the crowd, to be the social butterfly, the hostess, but for now I let myself be his.