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ОглавлениеA SLENDER HAND with golden-brown skin and a perfect manicure reached over Sadie’s shoulder and snatched the phone out of her hands. She reached to grab it back and noticed the jagged nail she’d forgotten to fix after breaking it while opening a box of mop tops.
“Magdalena!”
Her best friend slid into the booth across from her with a flounce of heavy dark hair and pinned her with nearly black eyes. She held the phone up. “Don’t try to piss me off by calling me that. You can’t distract me. Why were you looking at it?”
Sadie ignored the flare of guilt and gestured to the glasses of wine on the table. “I already got your chardonnay. And I ordered the hummus.”
Lena lifted the wineglass and took a healthy sip. “Thank you. Why do you keep looking when you know it only makes you feel bad?”
Sadie took her phone back. Setting it aside, she took a long sip of her own wine. She knew she should stop checking her mother’s Facebook page. It stirred up pain and anger she should have left behind years ago. It wasn’t healthy, she knew, to read the accomplishments of her half brother and sisters and feel the need to shout, “Hey, I still exist! I’m accomplishing things, too!” Her jealousy of mere children made her sick with shame. But she couldn’t stop. A part of her wondered if her mother had wanted her to find it. There were no privacy settings on the account. All she had to do was send a friend request.
She didn’t need to say these things to Lena. She knew. The waiter brought the hummus and, as Sadie reached for a wedge of bread, Lena put her hand over Sadie’s.
“I’m sorry, Sades. I didn’t say that to hurt you.”
Sadie shrugged and pulled her hand away. She kept her eyes on the bowl of hummus. She was capable of hurting herself without any help. “I know. You’re right. It’s like picking at a scab.”
She sat back in the booth of the Avondale Mellow Mushroom restaurant. Avondale was a booming little microcosm about a mile over the Ashley River from downtown Charleston. While Sadie’s home wasn’t quite in the Avondale neighborhood, it was close enough to walk. In the past few years, the intersection where Magnolia met Savannah Highway had become a hot spot for local restaurants, artisan shops and amazing mural art. The revitalization was the reason her property values had skyrocketed, and she tried to repay the community by frequenting the shops and restaurants.
“Congrats on winning the City Paper’s Best of Charleston Award. Are you going to the big party to accept it?”
“No. A couple of the guys will. They’re the reason we won.”
“You should go, too. Come on, you built the company. Take some credit.”
“I take credit. I don’t need to go to a party. I do the important stuff.”
She belonged to all the proper business groups. Lena, who owned her own financial management agency, had dragged Sadie to the meetings and forced her to join. She still felt uncomfortable. The professional women with their cool grace, beautiful suits and master’s degrees made Sadie feel uncouth, sloppy and stupid. She eyed her gorgeous friend as she flirted with the waiter while giving her order.
She and Lena had begun working as maids twelve years ago when they were both fresh out of high school. Lena had graduated and Sadie had been forced to leave school. Lena had been focused and beautiful even then. She came from a huge family, and they were determined she was going to be their first college graduate. Her parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and cousins came together to fund her education. She earned scholarships and qualified for grants. With her hard work and her family’s help, Lena had graduated with a master’s degree and not one penny of debt. The commitment and sacrifice of her family took Sadie’s breath away.
“How’s Paul?” she asked after she’d ordered.
Lena made a face and took a sip of wine. “Your attempts at distraction are pathetic. But since you asked, I’m going to break up with him.”
“Why? I thought he was perfect.”
“He is, on paper. In real life, he’s boring. Don’t get me started on the sex.”
“Don’t want to know.”
“On. Off. Back to the computer. There should be no reason to self-induce when you have a man in the house.”
Sadie stuck her fingers in her ears. “La la la la la, not listening.” She did not want to hear this. Especially since the last time she’d had a man in the house or otherwise was... Two years ago? No wonder random men were making her horny. She took a sip of wine. Be honest. One man was doing that. Only one. She turned her attention back to Lena.
“Well, hell. You’ve sworn off bad boys. Now the nice young executives on the rise are boring? You’re narrowing your options.”
“There has to be a hybrid. I need a beta in the living room and an alpha in the bedroom. Do they exist?”
“You’re asking me? I’ve given up.”
“You’re too young to give up.”
“I can’t do it. All the dating and getting to know someone and explaining...”
“You have nothing to explain. Nothing to be ashamed of, do you hear me?”
“Sure, right. Until he takes me home to meet his family. And wants to meet mine.”
“So, bring him home to meet mine.”
She smiled as she said it, a wicked little gleam lighting up her eyes. It made Sadie laugh. That would be a sight. Lena had paid her family back after her success by building her parents a huge home south of Charleston near the Edisto River. It had six bedrooms, six bathrooms, a huge kitchen and large yard. It was full to the roof with the same extended family that had helped her through college. They were loud and boisterous and nothing went unsaid—good, bad or ugly. You could feel the love crackling in the very air.
“It would certainly show us what he’s made of.”
Their pizzas arrived and Lena ordered another round of wine. They ate in silence for a few minutes.
“So, the new guy you hired seems interesting,” Lena said.
Sadie, concentrating on her never-ending indecision of whether or not to use a fork and knife for the pizza, glanced at her friend. Lena was her accountant and Molly would have sent over the information to put him on the payroll.
“Whoa! What was that look all about?”
“What look?” Sadie said.
“That look. Last time I saw that look, it was from a dog growling over a bone. What’s up with Mr. New Guy?”
“Nothing.”
Lena laughed. “You’re actually blushing, Sadie. Spill it. Is he hot?”
“Of course he’s hot. He works for me. It’s my business. Hot guys.”
“True, but there’s something about this one. Is he giving you the flusters?”
Taking a long sip—or three—from her wineglass, Sadie mulled over those words. Lena had gotten closer to the truth than she’d like to admit. Wyatt Anderson turned her into a nervous, giggling girl. Her mind offered up the memory of his hand, strong, tanned and calloused, clasping hers for a brief moment. The lust his touch had sent rocketing through her body wasn’t girlish, though. Those had been the feelings of a woman who hadn’t had a boyfriend in a very long time and led to thoughts of his hands on other parts of her body. Sigh.
“He has a certain appeal,” she said. She tried to downplay it with a detached tone, but Lena didn’t fall for it.
“Oh. Dios. Mio. It’s a miracle! The ice is melting. Digame.”
“There’s nothing to tell. He’s an employee. Doesn’t matter.”
“It matters. Is he starting orientation Monday? Can I bring the paperwork over for him to sign? Get a peek at the man who made the mighty Sadie Martin feel like a woman?”
“No, you can’t. Employee. Period. End of story.”
“Who says you can’t have a couple of thrills with an employee?”
“Have you lost your mind?”
“You know what I mean. Plenty of people meet on the job and figure out how to make it work.”
Sadie swirled the last of the wine before downing it in a gulp. She shook her head. “Stop it. The guy’s gorgeous. I looked. That’s as far as it’s going to go.”
Lena held her hands up in surrender. “Fine. But we’re getting to the age where we need to take advantage of every opportunity.”
“There’s the difference between us. You want the whole deal. Marriage, kids, happily-ever-after. I really don’t care about all that.”
The understanding and touch of pity in Lena’s eyes irritated her. She didn’t know what made her madder: the look or Lena continuing to poke at this sore spot.
“Yes, you do. You’re afraid.”
Sadie raised her glass in a signal to the waiter to bring another. To hell with it—she wasn’t driving. She pressed her lips together in a tight line. Breathe. She hated when Lena hit the truth dead-on. She was afraid, but Lena didn’t have it quite right. Lena thought she was afraid of trust, of love. But that wasn’t everything. She was afraid to let someone close enough for love because he would discover there was something wrong with her. She didn’t know how to love.
She pushed those thoughts away. “How’s Lito doing?”
Lena slumped back and Sadie felt her heart slump, too. A small frisson of fear bloomed in her belly. Lito, Abuelito, was Lena’s grandfather. He had taken Sadie under his arm when she’d been introduced to the family. He was the closest she had to a father figure in her life. His diagnosis of pancreatic cancer several months ago had sent her on a roller coaster of fear, denial and hope. She’d stuffed all her messy emotions in a box, labeled it “doctors can cure anything these days” and begun a highly successful effort to pretend the entire thing wasn’t happening.
“It’s not good, Sades. It’s too advanced for surgery. He hates the chemo and radiation therapy.”
“But he’s going to keep doing it, right? I mean, isn’t that normal? The chemo and stuff is bad, but it helps eventually, right?”
Lena shook her head. “I don’t know. He’s eighty-three, Sades.”
Tears clogged her throat. Selfish tears, she realized. She wanted him to keep fighting because she didn’t want to lose him. “I know.”
“He’s questioning whether it’s all worth it.”
“Of course it’s worth it! What’s the alternative? To just die?”
Lena’s dark eyes met hers and Sadie felt everything in her grow cold. The laughter and conversation around them dimmed to a distant buzz. She felt her head begin to move from side to side. No.
“It’s his choice to make, Sadie. Only he can say what he wants his quality of life to be.”
“I know.”
The words were weak and wavering. She did know. But she felt like a child in her fear. Lito was going to leave her. Just like everyone else. She shook her head. You are being selfish and childish. Stop it. Her brain knew this. Her heart would accept it eventually.
