Chapter 12

Andrew

In the Maserati’s center console, my phone blared with an incoming call. Slowing down at a yellow light, I shot it a glance. Kyle.

Instinctively, I went to pick it up, then thought better of it, and silenced the phone instead. From the passenger’s seat, Raven watched me with interest.

“I’ve already left work for the day,” I explained.

She just turned to look back out the window. Kyle’s call went to voice mail. Whatever the issue, it couldn’t be that pressing. The matter of the missing twenty thousand in the Houghton Graham account had been resolved. I’d gone to work earlier than usual that morning, cutting my predawn laps in the swimming pool by half, so I could get more shit done and leave the office sooner.

There would be work to do later, but at that moment, I was right where I needed to be.

“I should have gotten tan instead of khaki,” Raven sighed.

“What? No. Khaki is a perfect base coat.”

“I don’t know,” she mumbled.

“Trust me.” I pulled into the edge of the drive and entered the pin code for the gate. “Khaki is much less assuming. You don’t want to draw attention to the background itself.”

“Yeah, okay,” she admitted.

I drove into the garage, doing my best to hide a grin. Taking a few hours out of the afternoon to pick up Raven from school and take her shopping had been the best choice I’d made in a long time. She’d been in a great mood at the hardware store, going so far as asking my advice on some color choices for her room.

The only thing that could have made the afternoon better would have been a peek at Lanie. She hadn’t been in front of the school when Raven hopped in the car, though, her absence left me with a hunger that gnawed at the edges of my soul.

Two days since we’d spoken on the phone, and I teetered on the edge of insanity. Saturday could not come quickly enough.

For the first time in years, I was thinking about things other than work. For so long, I’d used my purpose in the investment world as a distraction. It had been there for me when everything else seemed to be falling apart.

Then, suddenly, things had turned upside down. Someone walked into my life and challenged me in a way others didn’t. Now I was noticing the people around me, taking time to fill my head with more than numbers.

When had I gotten so off track? When had I stopped noticing all the little things around me? The way Raven laughed. The subtle changes in September leaves each day. Years had gone by, and I’d been blind to everything. Then one day, thanks to a nudge from someone I’d only just met, things were changing.

I glanced over at Raven as I climbed from the car. Did I tell her about my asking her school counselor out? She seemed to like Lanie all right, but I couldn’t know for sure. Maybe she would freak out over me dating someone from her school. The information dropped at the wrong time could lead to her regressing and acting out again.

Baby steps. That was probably best. Lanie and I hadn’t gone on even one date yet. No point in sending out announcement cards. If things went well, and we kept seeing each other, then I would think about telling Raven.

Popping the trunk, Raven and I grabbed the cans of colorful paint she’d picked out. She planned to paint her room with vines of delicate flowers. A few months ago, my answer would have been a flat-out no, given without thinking it through first. Now I realized there was no reason not to let her do what she wanted with her room. It could only be messed up so badly, and any mistakes could be painted over.

We took the cans through the kitchen, and Karen straightened up from the dishwasher to watch us go by. “You two starting your own painting business?”

“Something like that,” I answered. “We can do your house next if you like.”

She laughed and muttered something about how her husband liked their place just fine.

“These are so heavy,” Raven complained on the steps.

“It’s a workout. See?” I did bicep curls with my cans, taking the steps two at a time.

“When you fall down the steps and get paint all over the carpet, I’m going to laugh my ass off.”

In her bedroom, we set the cans down on carefully-laid plastic. All the furniture had already been pushed to one wall, something she and Karen had done the day before. Against the old white paint, a wrapped frame waited.

“What’s that?” Raven asked, a hint of annoyance there.

“Open it up and see.”

I folded my arms and leaned in the doorway as she pulled the paper off the canvas. Karen had texted me while we were out, letting me know the painting had finally arrived. For some reason, Lanie had gotten hers two days earlier, but I couldn’t complain. As Raven realized what she’d received and turned to me with a glowing face, the wait became worth it.

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“Do you want to put that up in here? Is there going to be room around your own art?”

“Yeah! I can put it right between the windows. It’s the perfect size.” Her gaze raked across the painting, and when she spoke again her voice was softer. “Thanks, Dad.”

A ball of emotion formed in my throat. “You’re welcome.” Before I could completely lose myself in sentimentality, I straightened up and gestured at the painting materials. “What’s your plan?”

“Well, I have to outline everything in pencil first, but I can’t do that until the base coat dries.” Without any further ado, she went to the cans. “How do you open this?”

“Here.”

I showed her how to crack the paint, and together we laid strips of blue tape along the perimeters of the windows and ceiling. A calm enveloped the room, the gentle sounds of our paint brushes against the walls relaxing me further.

My phone ringing again broke the peace.

Setting my brush down, I took a quick peek at the screen. “I’ll be back in a little bit. I need to take this.”

I half-expected Raven to be pissed, but she gave a cheerful, “Okay,” and kept right on painting.

Taking my phone down the hallway, I went into the little library across from my room that I never used and closed the door behind me.

“Bob,” I answered. “How are you doing?”

“Swell. How are you? Haven’t heard your voice in a while.”

“Yeah, things have been crazy.” I went to the window and looked down at the backyard, where the covered outside swimming pool and the dilapidated tree house I’d had built for Raven when she was five sat ignored. Maybe it was time to tear that old tree house down and build something in its place. A little studio for Raven, maybe?

“Crazy never stops,” Bob answered.

On his end, a phone rang. It could only be assumed he was at the office. Like me, Bob lived and breathed work. We’d known each other for years, having met at a work-related—of course—event years before.

Though we often went weeks without talking, he was my closest friend. The way we could connect after days of not talking was a testament to the strength of the friendship. Though he was as busy as me, I knew Bob always had my back no matter what.

He’d been there to pick me up from the hospital the time I crashed my car in the middle of the night and cracked a few ribs several months after Danica died. He’d also been the one to shut down rumors of employees embezzling at my company several years before. Bob was a badass, the kind of man no one fucked with unless they wanted a fight.

“We need to do lunch soon,” Bob said. “Before the event, if possible.”

“That would be great.” I settled down in the window seat, neglecting to tell him the charity event for a documentary filmmaking program for at-risk kids coming up in a couple of weeks had completely slipped my mind.

We were cohosts for the event, along with a woman who was the creative face of the program. Bob and I were the money behind it. An important aspect, but one that didn’t require a lot of time. Bob had been the one to wrangle me into the program, and this would be my first year attending the kickoff night.

“We’ll make something happen,” he promised. “If we can.”
“I know how it is with you.” I laughed. “Don’t worry. I won’t hold you accountable for anything.”

He gave a guttural chuckle. “Good. How’s Raven?”

I glanced at the closed library door. “Really good.”

“That’s a change.”

“Yeah.” I sighed in contentment. “It is.”

Bob knew a little bit about Raven’s issues, which was still much more than most people did. I’d been pretty mum on the topic, but a few times, needing to rant, I’d found his patient ear.

“How are Elizabeth and Janice?”

“Same. What can I say? I’m a lucky man.”

I smiled to myself. Though I’d only met Bob’s wife a few brief times and never his daughter, I’d always gotten the impression they made a happy family. For a moment, jealousy flickered in me. It would be nice to have a full home again.

My phone beeped in my ear, and I pulled it away to see who called.

Lanie.

Excitement catapulted through me.

“Bob, can I call you later?”

“Uh-huh,” he answered, already sounding distracted with something else, judging by the keyboard clacking under his voice. “Set up lunch with my assistant.”

“Great. See you then.”

I couldn’t hang up and get Lanie on the line fast enough.

“Hey,” I breathed.

“Hi.” Her light voice tickled my ears and brought back all the lust and hunger I’d been unable to act upon in the gallery.

“How are you? Please don’t tell me you’re canceling our date.” I bit down on my bottom lip, praying she wouldn’t change her mind.

“No,” she loudly gasped. “Why would I do that?”

“Good. As far as why, I don’t know. Maybe to drive me even more crazy.”

Even through the line, I could hear her breathing hitch. “Um. No, I, uh, I’m excited.”

I’m already making her breathless. God, just wait till I get my hands on her.

The thought distracted me from the present moment, and I had to rub my eyes to bring myself back to the conversation. “I am too. I can’t wait to see you. Do you know where you want to go?”

“I don’t really care. You can pick.”

I knew what that meant. She was putting the decision in my hands because my choice would show her whether I was capable of making good decisions or not. That kind of handing over of power annoyed me with some women, but with Lanie, I found I loved it. Stepping up to the plate and becoming the man who took care of things for her would only make me happy.

“I’ll take my time, then,” I purred. “Wherever we go, it needs to be special. Text me your address soon, and I’ll pick you up around six.”

“Sounds good,” she said, a little sigh under the last word.

I licked my lips, thinking about her on the other end. Where was she sitting? What was she wearing?

“Raven came into my office today,” she suddenly said.

My sharp inhale burned. “She did?”

“Not because she got into trouble,” Lanie quickly explained.

“Good.” I exhaled.

“It was really sweet. She stopped by at lunch to thank me for inviting you guys to the art show. And then she asked about schools that had good art programs. I gave her a few applications.”

I hardly believed what I heard. “She hasn’t talked about college in months. At least for a year. I’m always trying to bring it up.”

“Maybe she needed someone from the outside to talk to.”

“Right,” I agreed, now knowing full well that had been just it. Once again, with what seemed hardly any effort, Lanie knew what Raven needed. The woman was a miracle-worker.

“I can’t wait to see you,” I found myself saying. It wasn’t just because Lanie was sexy and sweet. It was her power that had me going as well. I wanted to be around this woman who had not only woken physical desire in me but who had also positively impacted my family.

How would I ever be able to show her how much good she’d done?

“I can’t wait, either.”

Raven’s muffled yell came through the door, asking where I was.

“I’m going to go,” I slowly said into the phone. “But I’ll be looking forward to Saturday night every minute until then.”

But it wasn’t only Saturday I was excited about. Suddenly, it had become the rest of my life I couldn’t wait to get to.