Chapter Twenty-Eight
Two Days Later
Val
Tate had my car working in time for me to leave for the weekend at my mom's house. Allison's wedding was the next day, and the rehearsal dinner and final decorations were that night. I hated the fact that I was on my own as I headed out there that afternoon, but Tate would be joining me for the wedding. All of my friends were invited to the wedding, and I knew they would all be there to support me, if nothing else.
Between the news of the psychology offer and the Olympic tryouts coming up, Tate was in a great mood. I enjoyed being around him even more than usual and felt his absence almost too much as I pulled up in my parents’ driveway. I sat there for a minute, taking in the beauty of their mansion. A soft huff left me at the fact that my almost run-down car was a punishment for not being or doing enough in their eyes. It was sad, and for the first time ever I didn't feel sorry for myself, but for them.
They could control Allison and me until she was married and I was graduated. Then we were free women, and then what? I wasn't ever looking back when I was done with school. I'd been spewing the same nonsense my dad had pumped into my head when I told Tate that I would probably end up at Scott Enterprises.
"No way in hell." I got out of the car and let out a long sigh before grabbing my bag and greeting the latest bellman at the door. I had no clue who he was or any of the people working at the house and on the grounds. My mother’s lack of patience and ill temperament meant that employment at the Scott mansion was a revolving door.
"Afternoon, Miss." The older gentlemen at the door nodded and smiled at me.
"Hi, there." I extended my hand, surprising him a little from what I could tell. "I'm the black-sheep of the family, Valentine."
"Ah..." He smirked. "I'm the outcast of my own family, as well. It's nice to meet you."
"How is everyone? Crazy?" I walked in and looked around, wishing that I had the same warm welcomed feeling standing in my own house that I did at Tate's mom's place.
"The wedding frenzy has taken a hold of just about everyone, but I didn't say anything." He pursed his lips.
I laughed, liking him already. "Mum’s the word."
"Valentine?" My mother's voice caused my muscles to lock and a cold chill to run down my spine. There was no other person in the world that could make me feel as small as she could, and she hadn't even done anything yet. It was the promise of the berating to come.
"Yes, Mother?" I picked up my bag as she walked into the foyer.
"Don't carry your own bag." She turned her attention to the bellman. "James, this is your job. Do it or you'll be packing and looking for another one."
"Mom, I got it. Seriously." I lifted the small suitcase and wagged it in front of her. "It's one-"
"Now!" She ripped the bag from my hand and half threw it at the guy. "And you, don't teach these people around here that they don't have to do their jobs. I can't stand your generation and their willingness to bend the rules for anyone or anything. I swear."
"Nice to see you." I smiled. "You look pretty."
"Don't chastise me, young woman." She poked me in the chest. "Your sister is going to have a beautiful event tomorrow and you're not going to ruin it or you will pay for it for the rest of your life. Understood?"
"Is Val here?" My sister bounded down the stairs, and I was grateful for a reason to turn away from the witch in front of me.
It hurt that I didn't have tears in my eyes from the way she spoke to me. I was too calloused by it.
"Hey, you." I moved to return the warm hug Allison gave me. "Are you excited?"
"Very, but I'm nervous, too." She giggled. "We're doing the run through in an hour, so get changed into something nice. After that we'll have the dinner, and then Bart and I are going out for a drink. Mother said that-"
"That I have a boy I want you to meet. He's a great choice for you, Valentine." She cleared her throat. "You do remember me mentioning him, right?"
"Yes, Mom, but I'm seeing someone. I'm not-"
"Surely not that biker trash that your father had to warn off." She laughed, and my blood ran cold. "Please tell me that you didn't disobey us to that extent."
I kept my eyes on my sister. "Am I going with you and Bart for drinks? Is that part of the blind date?"
"Yes, and your date is a great guy, but we'll talk later. Go get ready." My sister pressed her forehead to mine and whispered, "Before she eats you alive."
"Amen." I turned and jogged up the stairs as my sister moved in to interfere on my behalf. I couldn't thank her enough for being good to me. It was nice to know that I didn't stand alone as the only decent Scott in Minnesota.
I would go on the stupid after-party date and be nice to the poor guy, but I wasn't interested and nothing would become of us. I was falling in love with Tate, and nothing was going to change that.
*
"Well? What did you think?" Allison stopped in front of me as we wrapped up the rehearsal dinner. My mother and father were busy saying goodbye to various guests who had come to be part of the event. My mother had showed her ass three or four times during the evening, and I needed more than one stiff drink to get through much more with her.
"It was perfect. The wedding is going to be great." I looped my arm into my sister's. "It's about time for my mail-order groom to show up, right?"
She laughed as we walked out the back of the house onto a large balcony that overlooked a large frozen lake. "You how Mom is."
"Yes, and I'm glad that her meddling worked out where you and Bart are concerned, but I-"
"Val, I don't love him." She glanced over at me as her big blue eyes filled with tears.
My heart broke in my chest as I reached for her. "Then why are you going through with this?"
"Because I have no choice." She choked on a soft sob. "I keep thinking it's going to be okay, and he really is a great guy, but I just would rather be friends. There's no passion between us. No heat."
"Oh. Wow." I hugged her tightly and moved back as someone coughed behind us.
Bart.
"You pretty girls ready? My cousin is almost here." He gave us a warm smile, and I could see why Allison liked him, but if she wasn't in love...
"Yeah, we'll meet you out front. We're just having a sister pow-wow." I offered him a smile in return and waited until he left to give my sister my full attention. "You need to tell him, Allison. Maybe he's not in love, either."
"No, he is." She wiped at her tears angrily. "I know you think I've always had it so easy, but I haven't. Mom and Dad are no different with me than they are with you. I just comply because I hate strife more than anything else. I just want them to love me for being me, but they don't."
"I get that." I reached up and wiped a tear off of her cheek. "You can't go through with this."
"I have to. My whole future rides on wrapping up this last promise to them. They want me married to Bart. His family is powerful and they own half the oil fields in Texas." She rolled her eyes. "It’s complicated."
"Do you have any debt?" I ran my hands over her shoulders and squeezed softly.
"What? No, of course not." She shook her head. "I just don't want to walk out of here with nothing. I mean, like...nothing."
"You can't live like this. Marriage is forever." I moved back and tugged at the sleeve of my blue ball gown. "I feel like a frumpy Cinderella in this thing."
"You look like one. Your tits are way too big for that." She rolled her eyes and walked with me back into the house. "Mom picked them out. Ugh."
"Oh, great. You get to look like a princess and I'm stuck looking like a swollen blueberry."
"Stop it." She laughed and shook her head. "Please don't worry about me. I'll be okay. Bart's a good man."
"This conversation isn't over, Allison." I turned as we approached Bart and another guy who was a little bit bigger than him. His voice was a little too familiar. Kade Jones.
His eyes widened as he saw me. "No freaking way."
I laughed and walked toward him. "Please don't tell me that you're my blind date."
He pulled me into a hug and chuckled. "It would seem so. I guess our parents aren't too horrible from time to time."
"Wait. You guys know each other?" Bart asked as he wrapped an arm around my sister's shoulders.
"Yeah. He's the TA for one of my classes, and we've been to a few parties together." I looked up at him, realizing how incredibly handsome he was. My mom had done well this time. Too bad I was taken.
"I've been trying to get this girl's attention for a month now. She keeps trying to set me up with her damn friends," Kade laughed again and let out a long sigh. "I feel much better knowing it's you, Val. Let's get this show on the road."
Worry rushed through me as we followed my sister and her fiancé out. I reached for Kade's arm and pulled him to a stop.
"Hey. I'm with Tate. You know that, right?” I released him and took a step back. "We're just friends, me and you."
"And, I can't twist your arm for anything more?" He reached out and touched my face. "I have a lot to offer, Valentine. I think you know that."
"I know you do, but I have all that I need." I moved past him and tucked my arm into his. "Now we just need to find the right woman for you."
"Oh Lord, not this Amy stuff again." He clamped his hand over mine as I held onto his arm. "I'm interested in you, but you know that."
"I do, and if I was free, I'd return your interest, but I'm not. I'm in love with my biker boy." I got into the back of the car and was grateful that Kade got in the front with Bart and left my sister to get in the back with me.
He turned around and pinned me with a hard stare. "And, if that ever changes?"
"Then, I'll come looking for you first." I smiled and leaned back.
*
Dinner was great with Kade there, and I could so easily see myself fitting into his life, and him fitting into mine, but he wasn't Tate. Not in the slightest.
We stopped at the door, and he watched me with desire in his gaze, but I ignored it. Allison gave Bart a quick kiss and turned, jogging up the stairs and calling after me to join her.
"Night." Kade reached out and touched the side of my face. "No chance at all, right?"
"Nope. Not even a little one." I cupped his hand on the side of my face and smiled at him.
"That's a lucky guy you're with. He knows that right?" He moved closer.
I released him and pushed at his chest. "He knows. Get out of here before I have to pull out some of my self-defense moves on you."
"Yeah, cause that makes me want to leave," he laughed.
"Night, Kade. See you tomorrow at the wedding." I turned and jogged up the stairs feeling good. I dropped down on my sister's bed and let out a long, girly sigh. "That was fun."
"You seemed to really enjoy Kade. Why are you so dead set on being with this other guy? Because it pisses Mom and Dad off?" She moved up beside me and propped her head up on her hand.
"No." I looked over at her. "Because I like him a lot. I want him in my future."
"Really? Maybe you should borrow my dress and get married tomorrow. That would be a win-win, for me and you." She tried to smile, but her expression saddened. "I want to love someone like that."
"Like what?" I reached over and brushed her hair back from her face.
"In a way that I didn't care about what it meant to be together or what it cost. That strong bond between two people that nothing could break, least of all the pressure of their parents." She rolled onto her back. "I don't know if I can do this tomorrow."
"Then don't." I moved onto my side. "You'll miss out on the greatest adventure you could ever have."
"Fending off Mom and Dad?" She smirked.
"No, silly. Being in love."