love you, Brook. If I could never touch you again, having you like this for even a moment is worth an eternity of pain."
I wrapped my arms and legs around him and held on for dear life as my heart squeezed within my chest.
AS I SAT IN the living area of the suite waiting for David to arrive, I heard Brook fidgeting in the loo. She was nervous about what I was going to say to him. He'd be left in no uncertain terms of where we both stood in regard to Brook. I'd make sure of it.
I was dressed casually in black jeans and a white button down with the long sleeves rolled halfway up my forearms and both Brook's and my bags were waiting by the door. I had called Jeanne and asked her to book me on the same flight as Brook and David and to make sure she and I were seated together.
"Cade, you know we're supposed to keep you and Brooklyn traveling separately."
"For God's sake, Jeanne, can you just do it this time? Something's happened and she needs me with her. I'll explain everything when we get back to L.A. Martin and David are both on that flight, so what's the bloody difference? We won't be seen at the airport alone, and you can send different cars for us, okay?"
There was a knock on the door and Brook came out of the bathroom. Pausing to look my way, she started toward the door when I indicated that I'd be right there.
"Okay, Cade. I'll take care of it."
"Thanks, Jeanne, I love you, you know, but don't tell Denise, she'll get jealous." I smiled into the phone.
"Okay," she laughed. "Me, too. See you both when you get back."
I rang off and waited as I listened for a moment to the exchange in the other room.
I hovered back from the doorway and waited.
"David, what did you need to say to me?"
"Just that I'm so sorry about yesterday in the car, but I love you and the thought of you with him, makes me nuts."
"I accept your apology, but um, nothing is going to change between us. I'm in love with Cade. I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Some things just happen." My heart filled up as I finally heard her say the words to him.
Brook was dressed for traveling too, in jeans and black leather jacket she wore on the red carpet over a white T-shirt. I could see her running her hands through her hair in the mirrors reflection across from me.
He took a few steps toward her, reaching out toward her. It was my cue to casually turn the corner and lean on the doorframe.
"After yesterday, I'd think twice before you ever fucking touch her again." My voice was low, but menacing. He stopped and his hands dropped to his sides as he looked back at Brook.
"So what? You hide him in the bedroom to ambush me?"
Brook started to speak but I moved forward and took her arm, pulling her slightly behind me to my right side.
"I'd reconsider your tone when you talk to her. I haven't quite figured it out in light of current events, but she seems to really care for you, and her feelings are my first priority, which is where you get lucky.”
My eyes narrowed as I looked at him, the anger simmering just below the surface, I could feel my muscles tighten and my skin began to burn.
It wasn't really my style to rub salt in the wound but he'd hurt her, so I would make my point, and make it well.
"Brook told me what happened in the back of that bloody limousine. I was fucking livid, to put it mildly. If it were up to me, I'd rip your bloody head off; however, she seems to think you'll behave from now on." I took her hand and brought it to my mouth, looking at him from over her hand. "Is she right?"
"I care about her. I love her."
Brook put her hand around my arm above my elbow.
That's my girl, I thought, show him you're mine .
"We both know that if you really loved her, you'd respect her wishes and let her go." I sighed as I looked at him and shook my head. “You certainly wouldn’t be trying to man handle her.”
Seeing the defeated flash across his features, I suddenly found myself feeling