How had he gotten past the doorman? I latched onto a large party, and if I could do that, so could anyone. Her safe haven didn"t feel safe anymore. Griff had warned her. Somehow, she didn"t think he"d take too much pleasure in being right this time.
"You"re looking well." Jeff"s eyes traveled the length of her body. Though fully clothed, she felt as if he"d stripped her bare with his gaze. A strong wave of nausea washed over her and she clamped down on the nerves and memories that churned her stomach.
Jeff stood half a room away. He hadn"t changed. His slick blond hair had that just-styled appearance. Not a hint of razor stubble marred his chiseled features. He wore his trademark navy blue suit with a maroon tie. He hardly looked the abusive type, but then, there was no such thing. Appearances meant little. In Jeff Sutton"s case, latent violence seethed beneath the conservative facade. How he"d managed to bury that side of his nature for the first year of their marriage still amazed her.
Chelsie hung onto her composure by a slender thread. "I"m sure you didn"t come to exchange pleasantries." She tried to swallow, but her mouth was too dry. She walked to the window, away from her ex-husband. "How did you find me?"
He smiled and lowered himself onto her couch, stretching his long legs in front of him. "How about a drink for an ex-husband?"
"How about an answer?"
"Finding you was easy. I followed you after your meeting with my present wife. Amanda never knew I tailed her from our home. Her meeting with you was a definite surprise-although you never did know when to mind your own business." He flicked a spot of lint off his dark suit.
Chelsie wasn"t fooled by his bland tone and seeming lack of interest. "She hired my firm. That makes it my business."
He shook his head in a patronizing manner that indicated he thought she was sadly mistaken. "Maybe after we"re through talking, you won"t be so quick to step into other people"s lives."
"Is that a threat?"
His casual smile didn"t fool her. "I don"t threaten, you know that."
No, he lashed out.
"I just want to talk, Chels."
"We have nothing left to say."
Jeff shook his head. "Actually that"s not true. Someone"s been digging into our affairs, and it"s become a d.a.m.ned nuisance."
She narrowed her gaze. "What do you mean?"
"I let you go without a fight because you promised no one would ever know. I gave you that divorce as a parting gift, but did you really think I could risk not covering myself? I have a career that means everything to me. If someone found out you were careless enough to fall down the stairs and I let it happen ..."
"You mean if someone found out you pushed me."
With no warning, he sprang up from the couch. She"d pushed him too far. Chelsie bit her lower lip and gauged the distance to the door. Jeff blocked any escape.
He walked towards her, his stride deceptively lazy. "I have a friend in hospital records, and someone"s been snooping." Griff, Chelsie wondered? Had he hired someone to dig for information for Amanda? If so, what did he know?
Jeff grabbed her arm, yanking her back to face him. "Make sure it doesn"t happen again. Have your boyfriend back off and tell my wife to come home."
She wouldn"t allow him to see how badly he rattled her, and she inhaled deep. His cologne hadn"t changed either. The sweet smell almost made her gag. She stepped backwards and her heel hit the wall. She"d trapped herself, and the feeling of dej vu wasn"t particularly comforting.
He lifted one hand and ran a finger down the length of her cheek. The feel of his hands on her skin repulsed her. She jerked her head back and came into hard contact with the wall. She closed her eyes against the dizziness, then opened them again. Her skull ached from the blow. "Get out," she said through clenched teeth.
She lifted her right leg, bringing her foot down on his. Unfortunately, sneakers didn"t cause much pain. His larger physical size gave him an advantage, one she had hoped to overcome.
He slid his large hand around the back of her neck until his fingers tangled in her hair. "Be nice to me, Chelsie," he whispered, his head bent close to hers. With his free hand, he ran his thumb over her lower lip. He watched her closely as he brought that same finger to his mouth.
She shuddered despite her resolve.
"Let"s just call this a settlement meeting about Amanda"s case," he said.
"There"s nothing to settle. Your wife wants out."
He tightened his grip and his fingers dug into her scalp. "I won"t let her go as easily as I let you."
Though Chelsie forced a laugh, her voice rose in direct proportion to her growing sense of panic. "You didn"t let me do anything. It was a quick divorce or jail. You knew that. This time, there are no options. You"ll get both."
He shook his head and leaned closer. "This time I have a son," he said in a loud, clear voice. His forceful tone left no doubt that he intended to get his way, regardless of the means. To make his point, he pulled back on her hair.
Though she suppressed a groan, Chelsie no longer cared about the physical pain. Lashing out at the person she had allowed to ruin her life overrode all sense of caution. "You had one last time, too," she spat at him.
His eyes darkened in fury. As he yanked her backwards, her head hit the wall again. Tears sprang to her eyes. She bit her lip but refused to utter a sound. Her helplessness rose like bile in her throat The past five years closed in on her, suffocating her worse than Jeff"s proximity.
Suddenly, Chelsie couldn"t take any more. She wanted to live again. She wanted to be free.
ELEVEN.
Griff stepped out of the elevator. Voices carried down the corridor leading to Chelsie"s apartment. City living was much different than suburban life, he mused, thinking of his quiet home.
When he reached her partially open door, he realized one of the voices belonged to Chelsie. The words stopped him cold and he couldn"t help but overhear.
"This time I have a son."
"You had one last time, too." Silence punctuated her statement. "You killed my baby." Her voice raised in near hysteria. "I"ll be d.a.m.ned if I"ll let you do it to Amanda." She was sobbing now, and the heartwrenching sounds made Griff move. He burst into the apartment.
Her back was pressed against the wall. Tears streamed down her cheeks. The man Griff a.s.sumed was Jeffrey Sutton stood beside her. He raised one hand and Griff realized the other held Chelsie against her will. He cursed the time he"d spent outside her apartment.
"Chelsie." She jerked her head towards the sound of his voice, wincing as she did so. Her ex-husband turned to see who had interrupted. Griff took one step forward, but Chelsie moved faster. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she smashed her hand against the back of the other man"s head. He staggered away from her with a loud moan.
She looked down at her hand in stunned silence. Griff watched as one of her crystal treasures fell from her fingers. She followed, sliding to the floor in relief.
Griff grabbed the man by the back of his suit collar, thrusting him up against the same wall where he"d cornered Chelsie. Rage filled him. This man had laid his hands on Chelsie again. Blood rushed to his head and pounded in his veins. So easy, he thought. He could kill Jeffrey Sutton without a second thought.
"How does it feel to be cornered?" Griff asked.
The other man remained silent.
"You"re not so brave against someone your own size." Griff raised his fist. "One good blow could do a lot of damage. Then again, jail could do a lot more."
The man turned white beneath an obviously fake tan.
"Griff, don"t." Chelsie"s low voice penetrated the throbbing anger that heated his body.
"Press charges, Chelsie."
Her gaze swung back and forth between the two men, but she remained silent. Griff knew she might be in shock. Dealing with the police could come later. She no longer had to face Jeffrey Sutton alone.
He turned to the man Chelsie had once called her husband. "You"re a lawyer, so understand this. From now on, you"d better act like a restraining order has already been issued. Stay the h.e.l.l away from Chelsie and Amanda."
Chelsie emitted a startled cry. Griff turned towards her, unwittingly loosening his hold on the man he"d had pinned to the wall. Jeff darted around Griff and out the door without looking back.
Chelsie ran straight into his arms. Half an hour pa.s.sed in which Griff did nothing but hold on tight. When the adrenaline pumping through his veins subsided, concern for Chelsie filled the void. The questions came next "I take back every rotten thing I ever thought about those animals," he said.
"They did come in useful." She leaned her head against his shoulder before pulling away and wrapping her arms around her legs. Her chin rested on her knees and she gazed at him from beneath thick lashes. She appeared pale, but composed. If he"d arrived any later, if her ex-husband had seriously hurt her ...
"He didn"t hurt me. Not really," she said, rubbing her scalp. Her insight into his private thoughts didn"t surprise him. "But ..."
"What?"
"This is going to sound ridiculous." She averted her gaze.
"Let me be the judge of that. What"s on your mind?"
"He touched me." Her hand went to her cheek. "As if he still had the right."
Griff drew a steadying breath. "He didn"t ..." Griff couldn"t finish the thought.
She shook her head. "But this place has always been untouched by him. And being here, I could pretend it never happened, but now I feel so violated."
"It"s not ridiculous." Grasping her hand, he squeezed once for rea.s.surance before pulling her to her feet. "And I have the perfect solution."
Menial tasks like pouring bath water and finding towels helped him keep his mind off everything he"d overheard. Everything he"d like to forget.
Settled in a warm bubble bath, Chelsie looked up at Griff and smiled. The serene expression did more than anything else to a.s.sure him that her ex-husband"s damage had been minimal.
"I stood up to him, didn"t I?" she asked.
"Yeah. You did." Not enough, since he"d like to see the b.a.s.t.a.r.d behind bars, but she"d made a start. He"d never been so proud and so d.a.m.ned frightened in his entire life. This woman made him feel things that were foreign to him. Feelings that went beyond s.e.xual and bordered on love. But borders changed on a whim. His feelings for Chelsie were cemented on a more solid foundation. Not that he discounted the s.e.xual attraction. He couldn"t. The only reason he was able to sit on the edge of the tub and maintain a coherent conversation was because bubbles surrounded her otherwise naked body.
She lifted a handful of soap and blew in his direction. She"d caught him drifting. "This whole experience has me rattled, too," he said.
"How did you make the connection between me and Amanda?" She lowered her lashes in embarra.s.sment.
"I overheard." This time, I have a son. You had one last time, too. Forgetting wasn"t an option for either of them.
"I"m sorry. I wanted to tell you about Jeff and how Amanda looked me up on purpose, but the words wouldn"t come."
They had now because circ.u.mstances had forced her to speak. If she"d had her way, she"d probably have maintained her silence, leaving him in the dark.
She shrugged. "Now you know. But there"s more."
Griff remained silent, sensing any word from him might cause her to clam up once again. He needed the truth. All of it.
"No matter what you think of me after this, there"s something you have to know."
He gazed at her face. The flush that covered her cheeks might have been from the heat of the bath, but he sensed something more. "What?"
"I love you," she whispered. "I wasn"t lying this morning. I love you both, you and Alix. I think I have almost from the very beginning." She smiled. "Despite the tragedy that brought you two together, you"re a lucky man. Family is a precious gift. And you"ve both given me so much."
No more than she had given them, which made this all the more difficult. "Chelsie, I ..." A soft but soapy finger over his lips cut him off.
"Don"t. Just listen."
He nodded and she withdrew her hand. His tongue swiped over his lips, leaving the bitter taste of soap in its wake. He grimaced and wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.
She chuckled aloud, but there was no light dancing in her eyes. He missed her gentle touch, and the chill that seeped around him despite the heat in the bathroom frightened him more than he cared to admit.
"You already know I can"t handle. Amanda"s case because she"s married to my ex-husband. For me to take the case would be a definite conflict of interest and would jeopardize her right to fair representation."
The matter-of-fact way she laid out the facts, the way she tried to appear composed and unaffected, was destroyed by the sheen of tears in her dark eyes. Griff thought of the bruises on Amanda"s arms and Jeff Sutton"s hard grip on Chelsie today. His gaze dropped to her white skin and he clenched his jaw.
"I"ll handle it." With pleasure, he thought.
"Fairly?"
"Give me some credit. I might like to kill the b.a.s.t.a.r.d, but in a court of law, I"ll be fair."
She nodded. "Good. I hope you"ll apply that same concept to what I have to say next, because this story isn"t your usual marriage, divorce, unhappily ever after."
He glanced towards the tub and realized she"d begun to shiver, though she was too engrossed in thought to even notice. Reaching for the yellow robe on the back of the door, he held it out. "Should I give you a few minutes?"
"At this point, I think modesty is a little late, don"t you?"
As she stood, Griff looked away. He couldn"t pinpoint the exact source of his anxiety, but he couldn"t discount the nagging feelings, either. s.e.xual desire would only complicate things. When he glanced back, she was lifting the damp ends of her hair from beneath the collar of her robe.
He followed her into the living room, joining her on the couch. Entwining her slender fingers in his grasp, he said, "Talk to me."
She sucked in a gulp of air and nodded. "When they admitted me to the hospital that night five years ago, the nurse who helped me into those awful dressing gowns noticed the bruises on my arms. After that, it wasn"t difficult to keep my husband away. The police sent a detective to take a statement. She said she"d come back the next day for me to sign an official version."
"Sounds like standard procedure so far." He hoped his casual acceptance, his nonchalant att.i.tude would help her get through whatever she had to say.
"So far," she agreed. "I was pregnant. I"d known for a while, but we"d been growing apart instead of together. I planned to tell him after the c.o.c.ktail party that night. My big surprise," she said with more than a touch of bitterness.
"What ..."
"Please, this is hard enough. Just let me get through it, okay?" Her eyes filled with unshed tears, wrenching at his heart "Okay."
"Within a few hours of being admitted, I started having these awful cramps." Her hand went to her stomach, covering her abdomen. She stared straight ahead, as if a mere glance in his direction would cause her to fall apart.
Without warning or invitation, a vision of Chelsie, pregnant with his child, rose in his mind. The image filled the empty s.p.a.ces he hadn"t even realized were inside him.