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Chapter Four

When Sunday rolled around and Roman picked her up for the mid-afternoon lunch with his family, Keira was still on cloud nine.

She’d thought that Roman would pull back, try to play it cool this week. To maybe ease out of their meal-with-family plan.

Actually, Keira was surprised she hadn’t pulled back herself. It was all a little scary.

And although they’d toned it down a little physically, both of them wanting to reset and ease more gently into whatever was happening between them, she’d seen or talked to Roman every day this week.

She felt like Cinderella waiting for the clock to strike midnight and everything around her to turn into a pumpkin. Things couldn’t continue to go as well as they’d been going.

Fresh Starts continued to thrive also. Not just the salon part, although Keira could admit she was damn good at styling hair, but its fuller purpose: providing women who had nowhere else to go a shelter. Apartments where they could stay as long as they needed. And then training in cosmetology, so the women had a way of supporting themselves.

Keira had sunk all the money she’d had left of her inheritance—money she’d desperately needed when she was younger, but that her parents had thought they were being so wise in putting into a trust fund untouchable until she was twenty-five—into the shop, the equipment and the building. She owned it all, free and clear. No debt, which allowed all the earnings from the salon to funnel back into the shelter.

And she would use it all to help as many women as possible. Help them get out of abusive or trafficking situations. Help them learn they had other choices, other options, than what they’d grown accustomed to. She had three women living there now.

She still hadn’t told Roman about the safeguarding aspect of the salon. It was too soon. That wasn’t something you told someone you’d been dating for only a week.

Dating. She grinned at the word.

“What are you smiling about over there?” He reached out and grabbed her hand with one of his, keeping the other firmly on the steering wheel.

“Just at what a difference a week makes. If you had asked me a little over a week ago what I would be doing this Sunday, I would’ve put a million dollars on anything but this.”

He gave her a crooked grin. “Yeah, this week was pretty unexpected for me also.”

“I’m not trying to rush things.”

“Me, either. Let’s just have this lunch with my parents to get my mom off my case, and then we can take things at our own pace.”

“Sounds perfect.”

He looked her up and down and wagged an eyebrow. “As long as our own pace means I can take you back to my place tonight.”

She ran her hand through his thick brown hair as he drove. “I think that can be arranged. So are we going to your parents’ house? Do your brother and sister both come over every week?”

The thought of a mom cooking for her family even though the kids were all out of the house was pretty heartwarming.

“We don’t get together every week. Usually it’s more like once a month. Daniel is off at college. Angela comes if she can be bothered and sometimes brings her fiancé, Brock.”

“I think it’s great.” For someone with no siblings and dead parents it all sounded sort of lovely.

But a few minutes later, when Roman made a turn into the entrance of the Colorado Springs Country Club, Keira’s good feelings started to ebb.

“The country club?” She tried to give a light laugh, but it came out sounding as brittle as she felt.

“Yeah.” Roman smiled at her, unaware of her tension. “I guess I should’ve mentioned that my mother doesn’t really cook. All our family dinners or lunches are here.”

Keira tried to squash the panic bubbling up through her system.

Just because they were at a country club did not mean that Roman’s family was anything like Jonathan’s family. A country club membership did not necessarily mean power and privilege. Lots of people were involved in a country club. Regular, happy, kind people who also happened to have money. Or liked to play golf.

The words didn’t settle the panic in her system.

Keira remained silent as they drove up to the covered portico of the clubhouse. What could she say without sounding completely ridiculous? That country clubs threw her into a panic because of what had happened to her in her past?

She and Roman hadn’t gotten into any of that. It wasn’t anything she wanted to talk about. Wasn’t anything she’d thought she’d needed to talk about.

The valet opened the car door for her and she automatically stepped out, thankful she’d worn a nice knit dress coupled with heeled boots for this casual meal she’d thought she’d be attending. What if she had worn jeans? Would they have let her in?

Even Roman coming around the car and putting a hand on the small of her back in a protective gesture couldn’t stop her sense of foreboding.

“The most important thing to remember is just not to take my family too seriously.” He smiled at her again and still didn’t seem to realize how panicked she was, thank goodness. “I surely don’t.”

Keira didn’t answer as she studied the people around her. This country club was no different than the ones she’d gone to in Denver when she’d been married to Jonathan. Everyone was still chatting, shaking hands, slapping backs, congratulating themselves on being masters of their universe. It was a typical Sunday afternoon at a place like this.

Keira knew she was being unreasonable, that it was unfair to judge everyone on the actions of the few, but she couldn’t help it. She felt like she was going to throw up. She had to get a grip.

“There you are!” A woman in her midsixties, with perfectly styled brown hair in a bob, rushed over to them. “I thought you said you’d be here at one o’clock.”

“I didn’t think I needed to bring Keira for mimosas, Mother.” Roman leaned down and kissed the woman on her cheek as she offered it up to him. “Family lunch is quite enough.”

Roman’s hand rubbed circles at the small of Keira’s back. “Mother, I’d like for you to meet Keira Spencer. Keira, this is my mother, Maureen Weber Donovan.”

Maureen turned to Keira and for just a moment disdain burned in her eyes, before she quickly masked it.

“So glad you could join us so we could get to talk to you today,” Maureen said. “Roman doesn’t bring many of his girls around to meet us.”

The snub that Keira was just one of many, and therefore unimportant, was slight and said so gently it was almost unrecognizable.

Definitely recognizable was that this family obviously had money. It surrounded everything about Maureen, from how she dressed, to her walk, to her scent. It was all expensive and expertly finished.

They walked over to the table where the rest of Roman’s family sat, and introductions were made. Maureen introduced her husband, Maxwell Donovan, who was not Roman’s father but the man Maureen had married after Roman’s father had died fifteen years ago.

Maxwell Donovan was much more interested in the drink in his hand and the football game he had on his smart phone than he was in anything happening at the table.

Roman’s sister and her fiancé had also joined them. They seemed nice enough and by the time everyone had ordered lunch, Keira felt like maybe she had imagined the entire thing with Maureen when they’d first met.

The meal was fine, tasty. Everyone made light, mostly meaningless conversation. Even Maxwell joined in at times, although no one seemed offended when he would jump out of a conversation and back into his game when he felt it necessary. Roman’s smile had Keira relaxing and thinking that she’d allowed her paranoia to cloud her judgment earlier.

Which was why she was so unprepared for the attack when it occurred.

Keira couldn’t fault Maureen in her timing: she waited for dessert. If she had done it any earlier in the meal it would’ve just made everything awkward. Instead, she went for the kill in between bites of crème brûlée.

“So you two met at the wedding last week?” Maureen’s smile didn’t falter at the question.

Roman smiled over at Keira before answering. “Yes, although we had seen each other before the wedding and knew each other through mutual friends. But last week was the first time we truly connected.”

Keira appreciated that he was trying to make their relationship sound a little more respectable than how they’d actually got started. Not that she was ashamed of it, but telling his mother the hot details seemed unnecessary.

But Maureen Donovan had plans of her own.

“So I noticed you were one of the bridesmaids. How do you know Andrea?”

“She and I worked together a few years ago.”

Maureen looked over at Keira. “Was that before, during or after you were a stripper?”

The words were stated clearly, distinctly enough to make sure not only everyone at their table could hear them, but those guests sitting at the tables surrounding them, as well.

Keira realized she should’ve expected it. She knew people like this. Knew what they were capable of. And yet she’d let herself be drawn in here thinking that being on Roman’s arm could protect her.

She wasn’t stupid. She didn’t know why she had made such a stupid mistake.

Maureen calmly took the napkin out of her lap and folded it, placing it on the table beside her plate as chaos ensued around her. At the word stripper, even Maxwell had turned off his beloved football game. Angela and her fiancé had both gasped and gone wide-eyed, looking back and forth between Roman and Keira.

Roman narrowed his eyes and looked at Maureen. “What are you talking about, Mother? Andrea Gordon Han is an agent at Omega Sector.”

Maureen glanced at her son. “But she wasn’t always an agent at your beloved law enforcement agency—” her eyes turned back to Keira “—was she?”

Keira refused to allow herself to be browbeaten by this woman. “I can’t speak to Andrea’s past, but yes, I used to be a stripper. It was quite lucrative, actually.”

Keira could feel Roman studying her, but she didn’t even look at him. She knew where her enemy was and it was right across the table.

And Maureen wasn’t done. “And now you’re a hairdresser? Is that correct, dear?”

“Yes, it is.” Keira took her napkin and folded it next to her dessert plate just as Maureen had.

“I would imagine that’s not quite as lucrative as taking your clothes off—and whatever else you did—for money.” Maureen’s smile never faltered.

“Mother, that’s enough.” Roman’s voice held a cold anger, but Keira honestly wasn’t sure if it was directed toward his mother or toward her.

Maureen strategically knew when not to push. “Of course, dear. I was just pointing out that a new business can be such a drain on the pocketbook. I wasn’t sure if Keira maybe had discussed needing assistance from you.”

In other words, that Keira was using Roman for his money. Ironically, if she had known Roman and his family had such wealth she would’ve never gotten involved with him in the first place. She’d thought she’d just been getting involved with a law enforcement agent.

“I can assure you the salon is doing just fine and in no need of financial assistance from your family.” Keira stood. “As a matter fact, I would like to thank you for the lovely lunch, but now I should probably be getting back to the salon.”

Maureen smiled. “Of course, dear, you should get back to where you belong. A new business owner always wants to be with her business.”

A few minutes later, after tense goodbyes, Roman had the car pulled around by the valet and they both slipped inside, the silence between them thick and heavy. Neither of them knew quite what to say. No matter how much Keira wanted it to be different, Maureen’s words had hit them both hard.

The drive back from the country club was more of the same. Except for agreeing to go back to the salon rather than his place, there didn’t seem to be much to say.

Roman finally spoke as they pulled up. “My mother—”

Keira cut him off. “Your mother is the matriarch of a family with wealth and power. She wants to protect you. And your family name.”

Keira was intimately familiar with that sort of family protection. It had nearly cost her her life six years ago.

“But still, what she said wasn’t...” he seemed to struggle to find the correct word “...polite.”

Polite. No, talking about someone’s tawdry prior profession at a country club wouldn’t seem polite to him.

Keira shook her head. “That doesn’t mean it wasn’t true. I was a stripper, Roman. I did take off my clothes for money. I don’t apologize for it or try to hide it. And I am a hairdresser now.”

“I know that.”

They sat there in silence for long minutes, neither of them knowing what to say.

“Look.” Keira finally broke the quiet. “We probably jumped into this relationship thing too quickly. Let hormones or lust or whatever get the best of us. Maybe we should just say we had a great week, super fantastic sex, and leave it at that.”

Because Keira couldn’t get involved with a man from a powerful, well-connected family again. She just didn’t have it in her.

Roman looked relieved. “Yeah. Maybe so. Just let it breathe for a while.”

But they both knew “letting it breathe” meant letting it go.

Roman opened the car door for her and hugged her before he left. They both mentioned something about getting together sometime in the future. They both didn’t mean it. Roman gave her a small smile and wave before driving away.

And right there in the late afternoon, the clock struck midnight and everything around her turned to pumpkins.