Chapter Eight
Jason White stood in his driveway. He held a squirt gun and he pointed it at Eva’s car as she pulled up to the curb in front of the house. Eva extricated herself stiffly out of the driver’s seat.
“Don’t you dare squirt me, Jason. Don’t. You. Dare. I am not in the mood.”
Jason grinned like a devil in training and squirted water in her direction, hitting the passenger window of her car. As Eva stepped toward him, he got a look at her knees and the grin disappeared.
“Holy crap! What happened to you?”
“Bike wreck.”
“You all right? Shit, you really got torn up. Are you sure you should be working today?”
Eva gave the young man a wan smile. “Your concern is touching. Really. I’m all right, just sore.”
Jason tossed the plastic pistol into the grass and helped Eva carry in the groceries she’d brought.
“Look Eva, my mom won’t mind. I’ll talk to her. We can order pizza or something. I feel bad about you cleaning the house with those knees. And what the hell happened to your head? Weren’t you wearing a helmet?”
“Wow, Jason,” Eva teased, “I didn’t know you cared.”
The young man said dramatically, “Hey, I care. Give me a little credit. Your words cut me to the quick.”
“Okay, I believe you and I promise not to tell anyone you care if you’ll go to school and leave me alone.”
“No problem. As soon as I put away these groceries.”
“Jason,” Eva said, “I’m grateful. Thanks. You’re actually a pretty nice guy.”
“I was wondering when you’d realize it,” Jason shot back. “So I guess now we can jump start our May-December relationship and you can make a man out of me?”
Things were back to normal. Eva laughed. “I knew I spoke too soon.”
* * * *
Jason had been so helpful before he left for school that Eva baked him a batch of sour cream chocolate cupcakes dipped in chocolate ganache. She sprinkled on tiny bittersweet chocolate curls and arranged the cupcakes on a platter. After that, she called it a day. She’d been cleaning, doing laundry and cooking for almost six hours. Her knees had loosened up during the day, but between dishwashing detergent and cleaning solutions, her palms stung a bit. The bump on her head had gone down, leaving her with a purplish bruise. At least it didn’t hurt much. After what had happened with Gabriel Abbott in her hallway the day before, she wondered if she actually did have a concussion. That was the only reasonable explanation she could come up with for her utterly uninhibited behavior. It was either a concussion or the fact that she hadn’t had sex with a man in over a year. Was that healthy, she wondered. To remain abstinent for over a year? She’d dated men, other men who’d obviously wanted to have sex with her. Intelligent men, attractive men, seductive men, but not one of them meant enough to her to allow them anything other than a goodnight peck on the cheek.
She’d allowed Gabe a whole lot more than that.
God almighty, the man was a riddle. A unique, ingenious mixture of a sharp mind, a killer instinct for business, a hard body and a soft heart. She’d bet anything his mother lived on
Lakeshore Drive
because he’d bought her a place there. And his sister probably made it through medical school with his generous financial assistance. Eva wondered if the projects he’d grown up in had been associated with Cabrini Green. She hoped not. Everyone in the Midwest had read articles talking about how hard life was in those projects, between the gang violence and the drugs. She hoped if he’d lived there, it wasn’t for his entire childhood.
Gabriel Abbott was a man who knew what he wanted, a man who went after it. Apparently, a difficult childhood had honed him rather than scarred him. Eva realized he hadn’t mentioned his father. That made sense. If his father had died or abandoned the family, then yes, they could very easily have ended up on public assistance. Eva shuddered. She couldn’t imagine living in a world without her father and her big brothers to look out for her as she was growing up. She reminded herself how lucky she was.
Out of the blue, Eva was overcome by a desire to talk to her mom and dad. She fished her cell phone out of her purse and dialed the number. Perhaps she should talk to Tom and Marcus about some time off and head home for a couple weeks. The weather would be perfect back in Iowa. She could ride her horse, get back to her roots. Regain some sense of control because right now, Eva was feeling dangerously out of control, especially when she thought of Gabriel Abbott and his lips, his tongue, his fingers…
“Hey, Mom, how are you? How’s Dad? Yeah? Mom, listen, I’m thinking of coming home for a visit…”
* * * *
Gabe worked at his computer, unconsciously whistling a Bonnie Raitt song.
“Wow.”
He looked up. His assistant stood in the doorway.
“Must have been some weekend. I’ve never heard you whistle before.”
The corner of Gabe’s mouth turned up. “Yeah, I guess you could say it was.”
“So I take it everything went swimmingly with your dinner?”
Gabe hesitated. “Yes, and no,” he replied.
“Hmmm,” Marsha looked interested. “You gonna see her again?”
Gabe started. “Who?” he asked.
“How quickly you forget… Who do you think?” Marsha rolled her eyes. “Stephanie Lindstrom.”
“Oh, uh, no, I don’t think so.”
“Really? Because she’s on her way up right now. She just called from the lobby to see if you were in.”
Gabe shoved his chair away from the desk and rose to his feet. “F*ck.”
“That good, huh?”
“That has nothing to do with this,” Gabe replied. “This is not what you think. And neither is that,” he added when he saw the look on Marsha’s face.
They both heard a noise in the front office.
“Think quick,” Marsha advised as she stepped out of the way.
Stephanie blew past her, looking her usual attractive self in a form fitting business suit. Her pinstriped skirt stopped a few inches above her knees and her tailored jacket showed off a pair of formidable attributes. She had no problem balancing on her expensive, silver-gray spike heels. Already a tall woman, with the heels, Stephanie appeared quite imposing. At this moment, Stephanie Lindstrom was giving off the vibe of a woman who was not to be trifled with. Gabe sighed and pasted a smile on his face.
“Stephanie, what brings you here?”
Stephanie glanced back at Marsha. Marsha took the hint and left Gabe’s office, closing the door behind her. Stephanie strolled to Gabe’s desk and leaned against it. If Gabe had been interested, he was quite certain he would find the way in which her skirt hiked up her thigh very seductive. If he’d been interested he might have paid more attention to the way she crossed her arms, thrusting her breasts forward as she formed her rosebud mouth into what she obviously hoped would be an appealing little pout.
“I’m still a bit put out with you for hauling me back home so abruptly on Saturday night. With no explanation and no phone call the next day, I might add. I suppose,” she continued, “I could be convinced to forgive and forget.”
She uncrossed her arms and leaned back on his desk, smiling brilliantly at Gabe.
Gabe tried to figure out how to put a sentence together, a sentence that wouldn’t make her think he was nothing but a lowlife. Stephanie was the first time he’d ever changed his mind when it came to seducing a woman. Usually the kind of woman who caught his eye got at least a few months of his undivided attention, even if she was merely arm candy. Stephanie Lindstrom was far from arm candy. Despite her statuesque appearance, she was one tough cookie. She was sharp, observant, wealthy in her own right, and she could play hardball with the big boys. In fact, from what Gabe had learned about her, she relished a good fight. She could also flirt with the best of them.
“I’m sorry about that,” Gabe began. “I honestly didn’t intend to mislead you. Something did come up and—”
“You’ve worked it out?” Stephanie interrupted.
“Not exactly.”
Gabe caught a sudden flash of irritation in her eyes. It vanished as quickly as it appeared. It wouldn’t be wise on his part to play disingenuous. Gabe decided honesty was the best policy.
“So what, exactly, is going on, Gabriel? I got the impression that there was something between us, something more than a tiny spark?”
“I thought there might be too. I did, but the truth is I met someone else. I’m not involved in a relationship with her, but I didn’t feel right having you over for the weekend. It wouldn’t have been fair to you.”
Stephanie’s head jerked around as if he’d struck her. In a low voice, she asked, “Fair to me? You were trying to be fair to me?” Stephanie pushed herself away from his desk. She turned to face him. “Perhaps you should have clued me in and allowed me the option of deciding for myself what was fair. Given me a chance to politely decline your invitation before you made a fool of me.”
Gabe ran a hand uncomfortably through his hair. “I agree. I should have said something, but I wasn’t entirely sure of my feelings until I realized…quite frankly…until I realized it wouldn’t be fair to take you to bed if I didn’t want a relationship with you.”
“Who is she?” Stephanie asked, her voice bitter.
“No one you know,” Gabe replied.
“Did you f*ck her that night, Gabriel? Did you race back to Napa to f*ck her brains out after you so inconsiderately dumped me at my apartment? Is she the one who called you on your cell phone?”
“Stephanie,” Gabe tried to be gentle but there was no other way to say this, “it’s none of your business.”
“The hell it isn’t!”
Gabe waited for the slap that almost came.
“You f*cking bastard!” she exclaimed.
Stephanie flung open the door to his private office and stormed out past Marsha’s desk, scattering files in her haste to leave. Marsha rose from her seat and shot a quick glance at Gabe before she dropped to her knees and began to sort through her work. Gabe hurried to assist her.
“Jeez, what on earth did you do to piss her off?” Marsha whispered.
“I wouldn’t have sex with her,” Gabe replied in a quiet voice.
“Here? Now?”
“No, on Saturday.”
“Why the hell not?” Marsha sat back on her heels. “Forgive me, but wasn’t that what you were angling for?”
“Look, Marsha, what I can’t understand is why this is so hard for her to understand. Not that it’s anybody’s business, but I met someone else. It was unexpected. It happened out of the blue. I couldn’t rationalize having sex with one woman when I wanted to be with another woman. I was attempting to be a gentleman.”
“Well,” Marsha rubbed her forehead, “that’s a first.”
“Me being a gentleman?”
“No, a man who refuses to sleep with one beautiful woman simply because he’s thinking of another. I thought all you guys wanted was a warm place to stick your…uh…you know.” Marsha’s face had turned beet red.
Gabe leaned back and laughed. “No, my dear assistant, that’s not all I want. Well, let me qualify that statement. Sometimes that is all I want, but because of a very unusual woman, that’s definitely not all I want right now.”
“Wow,” replied Marsha. “When do I get to meet her?”
“Sunday. Call that agency, All Things to All People, and let them know I’m hosting an all-day affair at my place in Napa to celebrate the launch of our new website. Tell them I want a barbecue. Send out evites today to our entire staff and their families. Make sure to include directions to my house.”
“Aren’t you suddenly the social butterfly. I’ll get on it, boss.”
Gabe hoisted the files and stacked them on top of Marsha’s desk in a neat pile.
“Remind everyone to bring their swimsuits,” he instructed her. Then he added, “Marsha, what time do you think people ought to arrive?”
“Noonish?”
“Noonish it is, then. Oh, and have them RSVP by Wednesday so Eva has enough time to prepare.”
“Eva? You and your one-night chef on a first name basis already?”
Gabe winked at his assistant. “You might say that.”