CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Sophie met up with Cindy at Cake ’n’ Bake, a little hole-in-the-wall bakery in SoHo. Together they were going to buy the pièce de résistance of Lola and Yank’s party, a cake to end all cakes and a surprise for Uncle Yank and Lola. The only catch for Sophie was that she hadn’t seen Cindy since their confrontation over Miguel Cambias. Still, Sophie took Cindy’s willingness to meet her today as a good sign. Otherwise she’d have to wait until Monday of next week, when her friend returned to work, to see if Cindy had forgiven her.
She waited for Cindy on the sidewalk. A beautiful April day, the wind blew with a definite hint of spring. Sophie wanted to enjoy the beginning of the season, but she was preoccupied with too many things, like the possibility of losing a friendship and a top-notch publicist. Then there was her unresolved situation with Riley.
“Sophie? I’m sorry I’m late. I just had to stop at the dry cleaners on the way over.” Cindy ran up to her and screeched to a halt.
“I’m sorry,” Sophie said, wanting to get the heartfelt apology out immediately. “I’m sorry you overheard what I said about Miguel and I’m sorry I said it. But things were in complete chaos and somebody had to be responsible and—”
“It’s okay.” Cindy met her gaze, only compassion evident in her eyes. “I understand why you’d think he had something to do with the crazy things happening around the office. I thought so myself. That’s why I took my anger out on you.”
“You thought Miguel was guilty?” Sophie asked, surprised.
Cindy swallowed hard. “It crossed my mind. I thought about the sudden attention, the constant e-mails. I wondered. But when I asked him about it…”
“What’d he say?” Sophie asked.
“Basically that either I trusted him or I didn’t.” She bit down on her trembling lower lip.
Sophie stepped closer to her friend. “And?”
“And I walked out on him.” Cindy exhaled long and hard. “I took the elevator down to the ground floor and I walked the streets of Harlem. Then I realized either I was sleeping with a man I believe in or I wasn’t.”
Sophie listened, her heart in her throat. She felt as if she were sitting on the edge of her seat, rooting for Cindy and Miguel. “So what did you do?”
“I turned and ran all the way back to his building, up the stairs and back to his office.” A blush stained Cindy’s cheeks, evidence of her overwhelming emotions for this man. “I told him I had faith.” She shrugged. “It’s not like the tech guys were able to track anything back to him.”
“That’s true,” Sophie said.
“And we’ve been together ever since—every night as a matter of fact,” Cindy said, smiling.
Sophie pulled Cindy into a tight hug, glad Cindy had found happiness, and relieved that she and her friend had put their differences behind them. “I’m so happy for you.” She stepped back and smiled.
But what lingered in Sophie’s mind was that she envied her friend’s ability to throw caution away and have complete faith in someone she cared for. Just because their tech people couldn’t pin the computer virus on Cambias’s e-mails didn’t mean they’d exonerated him. Yet Cindy was able to give Miguel the benefit of the doubt.
Sophie hadn’t even begun to trust in Riley. But she and Riley had a lot of strikes against them. Sophie had lost her parents and learned the benefits of controlling the things and people around her, while Riley was his own person and did his own thing. That was strike one. He’d turned on her once before in defense of his relationship with Lizzie. Strike two. And as attentive as he could be at times, she couldn’t forget how much he loved to flirt with all women; she couldn’t guarantee he’d be around beyond the next date. Strike three.
Three strikes and they were out. Game over.
“Sophie?”
“Hmm.” Sophie shook her head hard. “Sorry, we can go inside.”
Cindy stopped her with a hand on Sophie’s arm. “In a minute. I have a question.” She stepped closer. “Did I ever tell you that my father was killed before I moved to New York?”
Sophie’s throat swelled with emotion. “I had no idea.” But she could only imagine the pain her friend had suffered. Was still suffering. “What happened?”
Cindy drew a deep breath. “An employee he trusted broke in after hours and stole money from the register. He set fire to the place to cover his tracks. My father tried to put it out before the firefighters arrived…” She waved her hand, obviously unable to continue.
Sophie grabbed her friend’s hand, squeezing it tight. “I wish I’d known before now. Friends should share these things with each other.”
Cindy nodded in agreement. “It’s not so easy to talk about. But now you know. Just like I know about your parents, and that they’re the reason you can’t bring yourself to trust that Riley isn’t going anywhere. You’d rather push him away before he leaves you like your parents did.”
The words, uncomfortably accurate, stung Sophie’s already raw emotions. “That’s ridiculous. Riley’s not going to die on me. God willing,” she felt compelled to add.
“But you’re afraid he’s going to get bored, or fall out of love or just plain leave you,” Cindy said pointedly.
“Nobody said anything about love.” There was a lot in Cindy’s conclusion to address, but Sophie chose the most obvious, and the scariest, part of her friend’s speech.
Cindy sighed, then linked her arm through Sophie’s. “I’ve given you enough to think about for now. Let’s go cake shopping,” she said, and led Sophie into the shop.
Grateful for the distraction, Sophie lost herself in the gorgeous confections. Cakes in all shapes, from cup-cakes to designer purses, caught her eye.
Sophie strode to the woman behind the counter. “I have an appointment with Genevieve.”
A young woman wearing a white apron smiled. “That’s me.” She held out her hand. “I’m Gen, the owner.”
“I’m Sophie—” she shook the other woman’s hand “—and this is my friend and coworker, Cindy James. I’m looking for a unique cake for a unique couple,” she explained.
“I just bet you are.” Gen glanced at Sophie and winked, as if she were privy to some secret.
Sophie narrowed her gaze. “My uncle and his wife eloped and they never had a wedding reception, so we want this party to be extra special.”
Gen leaned forward on her elbows. “Oh, come on. I saw the interview with your uncle. You’re marrying Riley Nash, aren’t you? You can tell me. Anything you say will be kept strictly confidential.”
Behind her, Cindy chuckled.
Sophie rolled her eyes. She was appalled that her uncle had publicly linked her with Riley at a time when she desperately needed distance. She also felt guilty.
Although she was more than used to her uncle’s shenanigans, Riley was not. He didn’t deserve the unwanted publicity or the crimp this could put in his social life. She ignored the slicing pain in her heart at the thought of him with another woman and concentrated instead on what was fair and right. No matter how good her uncle’s intentions, no matter how noble his motives, he stirred up trouble and someone other than him usually took the brunt of the fallout. Riley didn’t need the upheaval in his life. Sophie had left a message on his cell phone, calling to apologize.
“I’d like a cake in the shape of two hearts,” she told the woman.
Gen took notes. “Pink hard coating?” she asked.
Imagining the look on her uncle’s face when he saw the girly cake, Sophie nodded. “Bright pink.”
“Wording?” Gen asked, glancing at Cindy.
Obviously the other woman thought Sophie shouldn’t choose the wording on her own cake.
Sophie grit her teeth.
“How about It took you long enough?” Cindy suggested lightly.
Sophie grinned. “Two hearts as one,” she said, the words suddenly coming to her.
No matter how often they bickered, no two people loved each other more and no two people deserved each other quite as much as Uncle Yank and Lola. As Cindy rightly said, they’d waited for this happiness long enough.
Gen wrote up the order and tallied the bill. Sophie paid with her credit card. “Thanks for everything,” she said to Gen.
“My pleasure. It will be delivered as promised on Saturday evening.” The other woman smiled. “So this is really a wedding cake for you, isn’t it?” she asked, trying again for inside information that didn’t exist.
Sophie gave up. Ever since her uncle’s retraction, everywhere she went, people asked when she was getting married. They complimented her on snagging such a hot bachelor, and they all refused to believe the truth: that she and Riley were not a couple.
In time, everyone would see it was true.
* * *
Lifting weights was Riley’s way of blowing off steam. That he needed to stay in shape during the off season was an added bonus. Right now he had to vent angry, frustrated energy or else he’d explode, he thought as he tied his sneaker laces, ready for a workout.
“Sophie called you to apologize?” Mike asked from his seat on the bench in the locker room.
Riley nodded. “For her uncle publicly linking us together. For the fact that—and I’m quoting here—her uncle’s display must be cramping my fucking social life.” Riley kicked at the floor.
“You added the word fucking,” Mike said.
Riley nodded. “Sophie Jordan wouldn’t curse like that, especially not when leaving a message. Just like Sophie Jordan wouldn’t step out of her comfortable, controlled world to take a chance on what might be the greatest thing that ever happened to her.” His voice rose to a fevered pitch. “That being me,” Riley said, in case Mike wasn’t paying attention.
His teammates in the locker room turned and stared.
“Man, you’ve got it bad. Does she know?” Mike asked.
“Are you kidding?”
Already finished with his workout, Mike rose and began stripping down for a shower. “Hell, no, I’m not kidding. Does Sophie know you’re in love with her? Did you ever tell her?”
Riley paused. Had he? Had he ever said the words aloud? Or had he turned on the charm and hoped she’d figure out what he was trying to convey? Just as he’d hoped she’d know that the other women he’d flirted with before meant nothing to him while she was the real deal.
“I’ve been treating her like she was a mind reader,” Riley muttered.
Mike grinned. “I’m loving this. The ladies’ man needs help.” He let out a whoop of laughter.
“I’m so glad you find my life amusing.”
Mike wrapped a towel around his waist and started for the showers. He took three steps and turned. “Did I help get your head on straight?”
Riley nodded.
“Glad to help.” Still grinning, Mike walked away.
Riley leaned against his locker, preoccupied with thoughts of all he hadn’t said and done for Sophie. Something he had to rectify immediately.
To hell with his workout. Riley dressed and was out the door in record time. Unfortunately, the reporters knew his daily routine and accosted him outside on the sidewalk. It was early in the off season for the press to be hounding him, but not unusual for them to cluster where the team worked out.
“Hey,” Riley said, pausing for a minute. “Any chance I can catch up with you all later?” he asked in his most affable tone.
“Are you off to see your fiancée?” one of the reporters asked.
Riley laughed. “Real life’s so boring you guys need to make up stories?”
“Didn’t Yank Morgan say you’re involved with his niece?”
“I don’t recall him defining that involvement.” Riley began to push through them so he could search for a cab on the street.
Another reporter tapped him on the shoulder.
Riley turned. “How about we schedule an interview?” he asked, anxious to see Sophie face-to-face.
A redheaded woman he recognized from eSports Network suddenly appeared in the crowd. “Since you don’t want to talk about your social life, would you be willing to discuss your real father instead?”
Riley froze. “What did you just say?”
The woman, whose name was Veronica, shoved a microphone in front of his face in search of the elusive sound bite. “I asked if you’d sit down with me to talk about your biological father. Spencer Atkins is your father, isn’t he?”
“Where’d you hear that?” Forcing air into his tight lungs, Riley treated her to his best grin under the circumstances.
“Are you denying it?” she asked.
“I’m questioning your source.” Because he couldn’t for the life of him imagine how the truth had leaked out.
Whereas normally the reporters shouted out questions, vying for supremacy, the redhead had stunned her fellow reporters into silence. Apparently she had a scoop and he’d bet the revelation had already hit the news on her station.
She cleared her throat. “You know I can’t reveal a source. Besides you’re the one in the hot seat, Mr. Nash.”
Riley’s throat burned with pure anger at whoever had violated him and his family this way. “No comment.” He stormed through the reporters and hailed a cab.
A yellow taxi approached quickly and he jumped inside. But instead of Sophie’s address, Riley headed to his apartment in order to call his parents in private. Damage control had to come before his love life.
* * *
Riley’s cell phone began ringing as soon as he stepped into his apartment. At leaset he’d had time to get home before his family heard and panicked.
“Hello?”
“Riley? It’s Dad.” His stepfather’s voice traveled through the phone line, barely containing frustration already evident in his tone.
“You heard?”
“Everyone has heard. The question for me is exactly how such a thing got out.”
Riley heard the familiar sound of grinding teeth, a habit Harlan had never broken in stressful situations. In his chosen profession, he had many of those.
“I was mobbed leaving the gym,” Riley said. “Damn reporter took me off guard. I never saw it coming.” He took a deep breath. “How’s Mom?”
Harlan let out a prolonged sigh. “As well as can be expected. Her friends here didn’t realize she’d been married once before. We didn’t hide the fact—it had just never come up. And since we wanted Spencer’s name buried, it seemed prudent to just look forward, if that makes sense.”
Riley nodded. “It does.”
“Is it that Spencer is gay that’s causing problems? Like you were concerned about?.”
“It’s everything. Scandal down south is scandal and we’ve given people a lot to think about. But your mother is a strong woman. She’ll survive and do it well,” Harlan said with pride.
Riley smiled. “You love her,” he said, not realizing he’d spoken aloud.
“Since the day I laid eyes on her.”
“She was lucky to have found you. We were lucky.” Funny, he thought, how in times of crisis, a person came to appreciate the things he had in life all the more.
A long pause followed. “I feel the same way, son,” Harlan said. “Believe it or not, I tried to spare all of us this pain. And not just because of my position and career.” Emotion caused Harlan’s voice to crack.
Riley’s throat filled as well. “I need to make sure Lizzie’s doing okay with the publicity, but give Mom a kiss for me and tell her I’ll call later.”
“I will,” his stepfather promised. “I’ll also make damn sure I find out who leaked this scandal and see to it that they pay.”
“It was bound to come out. Secrets can’t stay hidden forever.”
“True,” the senator admitted. A click followed. Harlan had disconnected the call.
Knowing the older man, he was already on to other things, handling the crisis in a way only he could.
Riley closed his eyes and thought about his daughter. He grabbed his keys. Next stop: Lizzie and Lisa’s house.
* * *
Spencer stared out the window of his expensive penthouse apartment on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. His life had been a jumbled mess. Much of his own making.
At first he hadn’t hidden his sexual orientation so much as wanted to change who he was. He grew up in a time when homosexuality wasn’t accepted or even understood. Hell, he thought, it wasn’t like his lifestyle was accepted everywhere in this country today, although things were better. Given the times, he didn’t regret trying to assimilate into the mainstream. He only regretted the hurt he’d caused Anne at the time.
Because if he could have loved any woman in that way, it would have been his son’s mother. Anne was a soft-spoken, sweet-natured woman who would bring any man to his knees. He’d loved her in his way and he’d wanted to make their life together work. Especially when he’d found out she was pregnant.
Unfortunately, that was when things had started to shatter, both in their lives and inside Spencer. It had been difficult enough being with a woman when she couldn’t fulfill his emotional and physical needs, but once she was pregnant, he had immediately felt himself grow distant. He’d started spending nights out at underground gay bars, stopping for an hour at a sports bar on the way home as his cover.
Anne had hated the barrier he’d erected and he’d hated the lie he was living. The more he’d thought about how unfair he was being to her, the more he’d realized how much worse things would be when his baby was born. The decision to leave her had been the most difficult he’d ever made, but he consoled himself with the belief that she’d be better off without him.
Spencer had come home drunk late one night and told Anne that he hated being tied down in any way. With Yank Morgan as his best friend, Anne hadn’t had to look far to see another example of what Spencer claimed to be: a man happier single than married.
She’d moved back with her parents, who’d made it impossible for him to stay in touch with her, not that he blamed them. He’d been torn up inside already and he’d backed off, intending to let some time pass before trying once more to be part of his child’s life. But soon after, Anne had met Harlan Nash, a successful man with a law degree and political aspirations, an upstanding man who wanted to marry her and raise her child as his own.
Spencer and Harlan had met one night at the other man’s request. In that moment, Spencer had known his wife and child could have a better life, without him in it. He’d shaken Harlan Nash’s hand and agreed not to contact either one of them again.
However, he hadn’t promised not to watch from afar. He hadn’t sworn not to pull strings and make sure his son—an athlete as it turned out—had the benefits of having a father in the business. He’d steered the appropriate college coaches toward Riley—not that they wouldn’t have recruited the talented young man anyway. And he’d pushed Yank toward representing Riley Nash, making up a bullshit excuse for not going after the Heisman winner himself.
If Yank had known or suspected the truth, he’d never let on. And as the years had passed on, Spencer had come to realize Yank was as much in the dark as everyone else. Keeping his secret had been the only way he knew to live and succeed.
Until Lola had finally left Yank and come to him for a shoulder late one night and discovered him with the man he’d been seeing on and off for the past ten years. Bless Lola, who reminded him so much of Anne, she’d quietly accepted, without passing judgment, and hadn’t revealed his secret—until it had slipped out when Yank had broken his hip in an angry tirade, thinking Spencer and Lola were a couple. Then somehow, the news that night had leaked out, though, for whatever reason, the timing of the big reveal had been delayed until a couple of weeks before the draft.
But as much as that news had sent Spencer into a tailspin, it was nothing compared to this revelation. This one had the potential to destroy other people’s lives. Including the life of the son he’d given up for what he’d thought were the right reasons.
* * *
“The impromptu meeting of Athletes Only and The Hot Zone partners will now come to order.” Uncle Yank whacked his gavel hard against the table. “Now who the hell’s responsible for today’s mess?”
Sophie took a sip of her coffee. “What’s going on?” She hadn’t slept well last night and, instead of getting to the office in time to read the morning papers before the meeting, she was about to receive her information from Uncle Yank—when he stopped carrying on, she thought.
“Somebody found out about my connection to Riley,” Spencer said.
“What?” The foam cup slipped from Sophie’s hand and the dark liquid spilled over the lacquered table, soaking her notepad and spreading outward.
She, her sisters and Lola grabbed their napkins and rushed to wipe up the mess.
“I’m sorry. I’m not usually so clumsy,” Sophie said after they’d cleaned the spill and resettled into their seats.
“You’re not usually so upset by the morning news, either,” Spencer noted too perceptively.
“Well, it doesn’t usually involve people I care about.” She caught her words and laughed. “I take that back. Lately it involves people I care about way too often.”
She wanted to get to the phone and see how Riley was handling the news. She couldn’t help worrying about him and she felt certain he needed someone to talk to that he could trust. Heaven knows, she understood what he was going through, Sophie thought.
“So what are we going to do about minimizing the damage for you?” Annabelle asked Spencer.
“I have a meeting this week to find out about that.”
“Cryptic,” Sophie said.
“Very,” Micki muttered.
Spencer nodded. “You’re all just going to have to trust that I have this situation under control. Well, as in control as things can be.”
Yank slammed his gavel, taking everyone off guard.
“What was that for?” Lola asked.
“You heard the man. He’s got everything under control.” Yank nodded at Spencer. “Meeting adjourned.”
Lola gathered his things and together they strode out the conference room door.
“Remember, we’re meeting for dinner for last-minute party planning,” Annabelle said, gathering her things.
“I’ll be there,” Micki said.
“So will I,” Sophie said.
As her sisters walked out the door, chatting about the upcoming party, Sophie reached for the nearest phone, anxious to call Riley.
He’d come to her the moment Spencer’s secret had been revealed and they’d gone through so much together since. He’d confided in her that he was Spencer’s son when nobody else had known the truth. She couldn’t let him go through the public revelation of that truth alone and she wanted him to know if he needed her, she was here.
“As much as you care about me, I have a hunch that the coffee spill was because you’re more upset for Riley,” Spencer said, coming up behind her.
Caught, she curled her hand around the telephone. “You shouldn’t minimize your role in our family,” she scolded Spencer, hoping he’d take the hint and drop any conversation about her feelings for his son.
“Can I give you a piece of advice?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“I missed out on a lifetime with Riley because of the misguided choices I made.” Spencer placed a fatherly hand on her shoulder. “Don’t you do the same thing.”
Sophie nodded, unable to speak over the lump in her throat. “Thanks,” she finally managed to say.
When Spencer walked out, leaving her alone, she grabbed the phone and dialed Riley. When his voicemail picked up instead of him, she shut her eyes, savoring the sound.
At the beep, she spoke. “Hi, it’s me. Sophie. I just heard the news and I wanted to know how you were holding up. Call me. Please.” Then she hung up and settled in to wait.