CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Lucas
The hospital ER waiting room was as cold as the iceberg that had taken up permanent residence in my chest.
Uncle Harvey had been loaded into the back of an ambulance, and I’d followed in silence with Lucy, Ava, Mason, and Isabella all jammed into the car, the only sound the sniffling of the three women.
I ran the scene just before Uncle had collapsed through my head again. Mason, with his hand on Ava’s knee. Ava, with a deer-in-the-headlights look in her eyes. It wasn’t her fault Mason was such a player, but she had obviously been taken in by his charms. We had been shouting. Had the poor way I handled it caused my beloved uncle his heart attack?
I threw a sideways glance at Ava, who was sitting with her hands knotted together in her lap. She hadn’t said a word since we’d climbed in the car, other than to ask about my uncle’s condition.
He’s having tests done, was all the nurses would say.
Which meant he was still alive.
He’d never let on what kind of health issue he was battling when this whole train wreck of a contest started, and now I wondered if it had been his heart the whole time and he just hadn’t wanted us to know.
Mason and Isabella were looking cozy in the corner, holding hands while she intermittently rubbed his arm. Jackass. The man could try to woo one woman one minute then rub up on Isabella the next. People never changed.
Except. I had.
Before the contest, I’d been a hardcore Dominant and nothing else. I couldn’t remember ever having an emotion that made its way as far as my heart, but now I felt like there was a never-ending rainbow of emotions swirling in my chest. God, I felt like the Grinch when he discovered the meaning of Christmas. Only it was almost Valentine’s Day. That really sucked, because I’d been imagining what Ava and I would do on the day of love. I’d take her out to dinner, maybe fly her somewhere she’d never been, have dinner on a deserted beach at sunset. When she thought it was over, I’d surprise her with a luxury suite weekend overlooking that same beach. We’d walk the sand in the moonlight, and I’d… get down on one knee and…
What the hell! I shot out of the chair. Where the hell had that thought come from?
“I’m going to check on him,” I told Lucy and the rest of the room.
Lucy nodded and buried her nose in a tissue. She’d been inconsolable. It was obvious that she and my uncle had something between them, and we’d all missed it. Now it might be too late for them.
I hit the buzzer that activated the nurses’ station speaker, and a voice came crackling out. “May I help you?”
“I’d like the status of Harvey Huffman please.”
Practically before I could finish the sentence, the sound of pandemonium came through. A crash of something metal, a female shriek, my uncle’s voice just as ornery as ever. What the hell?
“His status is unprecedented.”
Fear struck me numb for a second. “What?”
There was a beep, and the voice came back. “Please enter.” Double doors started to open automatically, letting out the shouting of an authoritative male voice that was then drowned out by a high-pitched, nearly hysterical jumble of words.
I pushed through the door and found my uncle’s room immediately, honing in on the chaos that had erupted.
“This patient has been brought here for a myocardial infarction.” A man in a white coat glared at a cute twentysomething nurse who was in the middle of a meltdown. “I’ll ask why you are behaving in such a manner at his bedside.”
She rubbed her rear then pointed at my uncle, her eyes bugged out, face flushed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. “H-he was unconscious, or so I thought. When I turned my back, he pinched my… pinched me and then…” Her face turned a deeper shade of hot pink. “He’s faked the whole thing. I—”
Uncle let out a belch that drew everyone’s attention and held up a pint of bourbon in a toast. “To young beauties and matchups.”
Young beauties and matchups… Faked…
“Uncle Harvey?” I’d never been so relieved in my life when Unc’s head swiveled my way. He winked then grimaced as his eyes went to the crowd filling the hall behind me.
“Harvey? Harvey, what’s going on? Are you okay?” Lucy’s voice was trembling and incredulous.
He cleared his throat as his gaze flicked over us before landing back on her. “I’m fine, dear. Just a bit of… indigestion?”
“Indigestion my ass,” put in a florid-faced nurse with gray hair who stood behind the nurses’ station just outside the door with her hands tightly gripping the counter. “This man faked a heart attack to settle some family dispute and has been wreaking havoc on this floor since we wheeled him in. The poor girl who tried to insert his IV was practically in tears — something about a website and leather. We thought we needed the psychiatrist at first. I’m sorry, Becky.” She gave the pinched nurse a sympathetic look. “With shift change, I didn’t get a chance to warn everyone.”
Lucy stepped into Unc’s room, her gaze pinning Unc to the white sheets. “Harv, did you do this, fake the attack?”
“It may have been the caviar—”
“This is low, even for you.” Mason crowded in behind Lucy, shaking his head. “You assaulted a nurse?”
“May have not had enough oxygen to my brain, son.”
“Wait a second.” Ava was suddenly there beside me, her face no longer pale but flushed with anger. “You mean you—”
“You said matchup.” I put my hands in my pockets to keep them from going around his throat. “I get the feeling we haven’t had the whole truth throughout the competition.”
“Competition? This is an ER!” the doctor shouted as several more nurses gathered in the hall, looking in on the debacle my uncle had somehow created.
Isabella explained about the competition, but the doctor looked like he needed smelling salts by the time she got to the part about BDSM and the website.
Everyone talked at once, and the room buzzed with ten different voices while Uncle sat in the middle of the hospital bed. He looked like the cat who’d eaten the cream and found a nice pussy at the bottom of the bowl.
I met his jolly Santa eyes across the room and raised my eyebrows, letting him know that the commotion wasn’t going to deter me from an explanation.
He picked up a spoon from the bedside tray and clinked it loudly on the bottle of bourbon. Gradually, the noise died down. “Lucy, I apologize. If I’d had time, I would have let you in on it. I must speak with Lucas and Mason in private.”
The doctor glared at him. “When we receive your test results, you’ll be discharged. Since you’ve admitted you faked the episode, you will receive a bill for the full amount without insurance reimbursement.”
Uncle chuckled and nodded.
The doctor spun on his heels and made it halfway out the door before turning to the nurse. “Restrain him if necessary.”
Damn good idea.
Uncle thought it a good idea too and looked to the nurse. “I believe it may be necessary.”
Lucy gasped and left the room, shocking everyone else into movement, and they filed out, letting the door close behind them.
All except Mason, who sat heavily in the bedside chair, running his fingers through his hair. “You scared everyone half to death, had the girls in tears.”
“Couldn’t be helped.” Uncle sat up higher in the bed, adjusting the back to a higher position. “You two damn fools were fucking it all up. Mostly you.” He pointed a fat finger at me.
I bristled. “I—”
Mason held up a hand, cutting me off. “I never would have gone after Ava, Lucas. I never went after Amber either. You would never listen though. And I gave up trying to get through to you after a while, and just went with what you believed, sometimes using it against you. I’m sorry.”
I met Mason’s clear blue eyes and searched them for even a speck of dishonesty. I’d been wrong, all this time. My knees gave out, and I sat heavily in the chair at the foot of the bed.
“It’s important to me that you boys reconcile. I won’t be here forever—”
“So, is there a health issue with you?” I was beginning to suspect the answer would be no.
“Before we get to that—”
“There isn’t.” I shot to my feet again. “This whole thing, you orchestrated it to try to—”
“Get us to be friends again,” Mason finished. “And don’t forget the matchup part.”
“What was that? You just—”
“Found the perfect women for both of you. You’re welcome.” Uncle folded his hands over his belly and leaned back like a satisfied cherub.
I gripped the end of the bed. “So the women, they were never there for extra fun as you said. The whole time…”
“He’s been playing matchup. The contest was like one long demented blind date.”
“Between Lucy and I and a few of the secretaries, we interviewed over two thousand women for the roles.”
“Roles,” I repeated.
“Roles of the perfect match, for both of you.” Uncle’s eyes went to Mason then back to me. “Tell me I’m wrong.”
My heart thundered in my throat, and I broke out into a sweat under my suit. He wasn’t wrong. I was falling in love with Ava. I needed to go to her, beg her if necessary.
“Wait,” Uncle said when I turned toward the door. “There’ll be plenty of time for that. We have some things to discuss before my untimely death.”
“Yeah, cause you’re at death’s door.” Mason snorted.
Uncle winked and tipped his bottle up for a swig.
“Give me some of that.” I swiped the bottle and let the burn wash away the fear of losing Ava before I really ever had her. With a little liquid courage, I turned to Mason before Unc could bring up the subject. “I’m sorry.”
His eyebrows shot up.
“For treating you the way I did as kids. As adults. Seems I could apologize from here to next week and still not be finished.” I shook my head, trying to remember when Mason had changed in my mind from friend to enemy. It had happened early. I’d had my mother for so little time with her working, and Marianne had used her for date-night babysitter several nights a week. It’d seemed like Mason had it all and wanted my mother too. It was stupid, and a waste of a lot of years.
Mason nodded. “It doesn’t matter now.”
I stared at him. “That’s it?” He could forgive me for hating him all these years, just like that?
“Should be it, boy. You two are blood. Blood needs to be strong. It’s all you’ve got when the cards are stacked against you. Now shake hands and put it behind you.”
Mason stood, a grin on his face, and a hundred grins like that from times past flashed through my head. Mason in a little league uniform grinning, wanting me to play catch. Mason with two fishing poles begging me to help him dig for worms. Mason in a tuxedo the night of prom, stopping by the house to check one more time if I wanted to double with him and his date. Every time I’d crushed his flawless spirit, somehow thinking he had an ulterior motive.
But he hadn’t. I blinked back tears that threatened to choke me, and when his palm touched mine, pulled him into a hug.
Uncle cheered from the bed, clinking his bottle again, and the speaker in his call button came to life, the nurse demanding we keep it down.
“Now, boys, we’ve things to discuss.” Unc rubbed his hands together. “Then I’ll let you get back to your true loves.”
It didn’t take long for Uncle Harvey to lay out his plan and Mason and I to agree. It was perfect.
But when I got to the waiting room, expecting to find Ava, she was gone.