Stuck-Up Suit
He tugged at my arm. “We need to leave before I do something here I’m going to regret.”
I looked over toward Genevieve, who was oblivious to Graham’s impending nervous breakdown as she chatted and flashed her perfect white teeth at the people in line.
“Okay. Okay, let’s go,” I said.
Back in the town car, Graham stared blankly out the window for the first ten minutes of the ride. Presumably still in shock, he didn’t seem ready to talk about what we’d just witnessed, and I didn’t want to push it.
He finally turned to me. “Tell me that was just my imagination.”
“No. It wasn’t. That little girl looked just like you.”
He blinked repeatedly, still trying to process. “If she’s my daughter, how could Genevieve have known all this time and not told me?”
“I wish I had an answer, but I don’t. I guess you’re gonna have to ask her.”
Rubbing his temples, he said, “I have to think this through.”
“I understand if you want to be alone tonight.”
“No!” he said emphatically. “I need you with me.”
“Okay.”
That evening, there was no sex. Instead, Graham just held me, the enormous weight of his worry evident with each and every breath he took as he stayed awake, unable to sleep most of the night.
It seemed like the fun, carefree days of our relationship had come to an abrupt end tonight. Things were going to change in a very drastic way. As much as I wanted to be there for him, I couldn’t help the fact that part of me was secretly putting on an imaginary suit of armor to protect myself.
***
GRAHAM HAD DECIDED THAT HE WOULDN’T confront Genevieve until their meeting on Friday. He figured he’d give her time to properly bury Liam before going on the attack about Chloe. I think he also needed the time to prepare for the inevitable truth as well as determine what his legal rights were. He was also bogged down with work, still trying to strategize on the takeover of Liam’s company.
I’d decided that a couple of nights off from each other would be a good idea under the circumstances. Much to his dismay, I intentionally made plans with Tig and Delia two nights in a row and told him I’d be sleeping at my own apartment.
Truthfully, there were no plans other than just hanging out at the tattoo parlor. I really needed my friends’ opinion on this situation.
They couldn’t believe the story.
Delia was organizing her disposable piercing needles as she spoke. “This sounds like something out of General Hospital.”
I had to bite my tongue. They had no clue of the irony in that statement. I had never mentioned that Graham watched it.
Tig had his feet up as he put out his cigarette and cracked, “More like All My Children if you get what I mean.”
“Thanks a lot.” I rolled my eyes.
He continued, “What I don’t get is how this guy never considered the possibility that that kid was his.”
“He’d never seen her.”
“But he’d heard about the pregnancy, right? Couldn’t he have done the math? It didn’t dawn on him that it was, at least, possible?”
Feeling the need to defend Graham, I said, “They had stopped speaking. He didn’t know the exact timing. He just assumed it was Liam’s.”
Tig lit another cigarette. “That’s some crazy shit. You wake up one day and boom…instant family.”
His words made me shudder. Tig had just articulated my absolute worst fear.
Delia knew I was upset when she turned to her husband. “Don’t say that. He’s not with that chick. They’re not his family.”
“Believe me, it’s not like I haven’t thought that very same thing,” I said. “Not only was he once in love with her, but there’s no other man in the picture anymore, and she’s likely the mother of his child. Where exactly do I fit into this?”
Delia tried her best to talk me off the ledge. “You’re jumping way ahead of things. He’s not gonna want to be with her, especially after knowing she lied to him for years.”
I sighed. “This woman is beautiful and cunning. I bet she’s already trying to figure out how to make this situation work to her benefit. She’d scheduled a meeting with him to talk business even before he found out about Chloe at the funeral. She wants to merge Liam’s company with Graham’s.”
“I bet she wants to merge a lot more than that,” Tig cracked.
Delia walked over to Tig and shook him playfully. “Will you stop?” She looked at me. “Graham seems to really care about you. I have a hard time believing he’s gonna fall for her crap.”