myself and stayed out of trouble, I’ve always been on my own in a sense. I don’t want to be another person you have to worry about.”
“No, I didn’t know you a week ago and my life was moving ahead in what I thought was the right direction. No distractions, no complications, no life altering issues. But now I do know you, Alaina, and nothing will ever be the same again— I’ll never be the same again,” he said and he sighed deeply, his warm hand caressing her cheek, his thumb grazing her delectably pouty bottom lip. “You’ve changed me… for the better, you’ve given me something real… someone real... someone to live for.”
Allie’s eyes filled with tears and words deserted her as the comfortable weight of his confession settled over her. Someone to live for ! So they both felt the same way and the rest of the world with its ticking clocks and rules and measuring devices for true love could just disappear and leave them alone. They had fallen hopelessly in love in the space of a few days and it was as real and deep as anything either of them had ever felt before.
*
William may have thought it impossible for anything to surprise him, but he was wrong. Life had certainly dealt him a few surprises in the past week and it had all begun with the arrival of Allie Darling. God, he had it bad for that girl, the way she looked and felt, her hot skin under his hands, the sweet smell of her body, her singularly intoxicating taste.
His father’s health was precariously unstable and his brother had evidently fucked and then ditched his psychiatrist and none of it really mattered to William. And big-damn-deal, hadn’t he spent the better part of his life being his brother’s keeper and his father’s unappreciated errand boy? Where had that gotten him? He was president and CEO of Warfield Shipping and Warfield Consolidated Enterprises but he climbed that ladder on his own. He sure as hell hadn’t gotten any help from his father other than a nod of his head when the corporate board had voted William into power two years before. Hell, maybe William the third had pulled some strings behind the scenes or possibly it was just an unspoken rule that the eldest Warfield son took over when the father lost his will to lead….
“Hey, why the crinkled brow, are you totally lost in deep dark thoughts?” Allie asked as she slid into one of the tall carved chairs at the dining room table. “Wow, there’s a lot of silver and crystal and china on this table. I’m not really dressed for a formal dinner and do you know what each of these forks are for?” She held up a sterling spoon that had short prongs and gave him a lopsided smile. “What’s wrong, William?”
“That’s an ice cream fork,” he said absently and he shook his head to clear his thoughts. The pesky thoughts that refused to let up about his father and especially his concern that Walden had set his sights on Allie. “Nothing’s wrong, darling girl, it’s been a long, tiring day and honestly I have no idea why we’re sitting in this ridiculous room. Hawk! Tell Ginny to bring two trays up to my bedroom and what on Earth made you think I would want to eat in the formal dining room tonight?”
“Well I just don’t know, William,” Beth Hawkins appeared at his side and stood over him with her hands on her hips and one eyebrow raised. “I suppose I thought you might want to celebrate your father’s return to health and his surviving his brush with death. Or that Walden is back here in New Orleans safe and sound instead of crashing in some filthy opium den in Amsterdam or God knows where else. Mostly I thought you might want to sit down to a civilized meal served on your grandmother Warfield’s best china plates with this dear young woman.”
“Oh… well then…” he said, at a loss for words for the first time in his life which made Hawk and Allie and even Ginny snicker and then howl with laughter.
Chapter Four
The morning light streamed
Glenn van Dyke, Renee van Dyke