Falling into Forever (Falling into You)

chapter 15

HALLIE



I have bigger problems than finding something to wear for dinner. I could try to figure out whether I want to throw myself into the Chris Jensen abyss. Again. It might also be a good idea to consider how I’m going to tell my ex-boyfriend (and apparently, my current lover) that I have a four-year-old daughter.

Instead, I’m thinking about whether I want to go for paisley innocence or candy apple red sex. I wonder if it’s too late to burn all of the clothes I own and take advantage of the Magnificent Mile? I glance at the glowing red numbers on the clock. 7:55. Yep. Definitely too late.

There’s a knock on the door and I allow myself to hope for one second that it’s Chris. But light tapping isn’t his style, and there’s only one other option. I open the door, clad in nothing but my undergarments, and Eva takes a long look at me.

“What was it that you said? No dog in this race, huh?”

The taunt of her voice causes me to make an immediate and executive decision not to tell her about the elevator. Or the hallway. Or the hotel suite.

“I think what I said was that I didn’t have a horse in this race. Not a dog. And shut up.”

She picks up a green silk dress and runs it between her fingers, taking in my total state of disarray with a bemused expression.

“Touché. More importantly, you didn’t tell me the mopey period was accompanied by the purchase of some incredibly frumpy outfits.”

“Thanks. I’m glad you think I need more encouragement right now.”

She chooses to ignore my comment and focuses on the frumpy wardrobe instead. She arches her eyebrows before moving into full-on stylist mode, tossing aside my two best options without so much as a second look. She picks up a short black dress from the bed and eyes it with more interest.

“What about this one?”

I give the dress a long, cold stare. I’d thrown it into my bag at the last minute. Chris had insisted on buying it for me on one of our weekend trips to Paris. Of course, I had never been able to bring myself to wear it. Or return it, for that matter.

“Hallie, darling, this is gorgeous. It’s begging to be worn. Now, we just need to figure out what to do with your hair.”

She fusses behind me, coaxing my curls into some kind of harmony while I stare at the dress.

“Ok. That’s the five-minute special, but it will have to do.”

She pulls back and inspects her handiwork. Even I have to admit that I’m starting to look halfway human.

“Thanks, Eva.”

“It’s an agent’s job to be a master of all trades. Now, go be a good girl and put the dress on. I thought I was going to have to do some serious last-minute shopping, but at least you had the sense to buy one pretty thing for yourself.”

“I didn’t.”

“Well, Ben didn’t give two shits about clothes, so I know he didn’t…” The realization hits her and a sneaky little grin crosses her face. “No, it’s perfect. Wear it. He won’t remember anyways.”

I don’t really have any other options. I slide the dress over my head and glance in the mirror. I look like a tart. An expensive tart.

“I feel like Grace, playing dress up.” And I’m whining like her, too.

“You could use some of Grace’s fashion sense.” Eva grins at me. “Where’s my munchkin, by the way? I forgot to ask you earlier. I know I said that I would make it up to the cabin, but…”

“But you were too busy having sex with the a*shole.” I finish her sentence, and we both laugh.

“Fair enough. I deserved that one. But that doesn’t answer the question about Grace. I thought she might want to go to some of the museums.”

“My mother’s bringing her up early tomorrow morning, after the meetings are all finished.”

“She’ll love it. And I, for one, am filled with enthusiasm at the thought of seeing Claire again.”

Eva’s voice is filled with anything but enthusiasm. I wag my finger at her.

“My mother is going to hop a flight back to Michigan just as soon as she drops Grace off, so you might just miss the pleasure of her company.” I sigh. “I didn’t want to drag Grace into all of this. I couldn’t take the chance of someone snapping her picture.”

It’s true. But what I neglect to tell Eva is that the thought of keeping my daughter in the same hotel as Chris Jensen fills me with dread. As far as I know, he’s completely unaware that she exists. I’ve done everything that I could possibly think of to keep her out of the press, and while a few people with cameras managed to snap pictures of her with me in those awful days after Ben died, the paparazzi have been surprisingly well-behaved when it comes to her. Maybe even the vultures have hearts.

But that just means that unless he did some serious digging, which I wouldn’t put past him, he doesn’t know about her. I had wanted to tell him, back in the suite, but something about the mixing of different worlds made me run instead. If I can’t even bear for them to be in the same hotel, what does that say about any possibility of a future for him and me? Was there even a future there to begin with?

“Hello! Hallie, wake up. Where are you taking Grace when she gets here?”

“Sorry. Sorry. I promised her a trip to Lincoln Park Zoo before we head back up to Lake Geneva. You should come with us.”

“Oh, good. I brought the most darling little…”

“No. No more gifts. Sam already turned her into a monster last week by having all five members of 4Sure call her for her birthday. They even wrote a song for her. ‘Grace of My Heart.’”

Eva looks appropriately horrified. “Sam’s title, I suppose?”

“I think it was all his idea. I promise, it’s even worse than it sounds. I’ll have to get the recording for you. Of course, Grace thinks that it’s the next masterpiece. She’s probably right. It has just the right mix of pop and rock. That’s what Sam said, anyways. And Marie send clothes that were ‘straight from the Paris runways.’ The saddest thing is that I think her favorite gift was this hideous trucker hat that my mother gave her last week.”

“The kid is on trend. Trucker hats. Chic again. Who knew? Randomly, that’s the only late 90s trend that I did not want to come back. But that’s fashion.” She gives me her best runway pout. “Enough about Grace. We don’t have time to argue about my spoiling of my favorite preschooler. You know I’ll win anyways. Now, how do I look?”

She’s wearing her signature red and does a little twirl to show off the dress to its full effect.

“Marcus will die when he sees you in that.”

“As long as it’s a long, slow, painful death, I’m fine with that.” Eva touches my arm. “You look gorgeous, Hal, and we both know it. Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

The dress keeps riding up on my thighs, and I yank it down at least five times in the elevator ride, trying desperately to make it cover more of my body. When we reach the maitre’d stand, I notice that a couple of the diners are staring blatantly at me. Of course. I look like a total slut. I’m too old to pull off something like this. Just as I’m about to run back up to change, I notice that a man has gotten up from his seat at the bar to approach us. He’s probably closer to my mother’s age than mine.

“May I say that you look lovely tonight? May I buy either of you a drink?”

Eva’s inner mama bear takes over and she thrusts me behind her. “Thank you for the compliment. However, we have a prior engagement.”

She grabs my arm and hisses into my ear, “See, total strangers hitting on you? That’s a good sign. Now, stop fiddling with your dress and smile like you mean it.”

I give her a ridiculous jack-o-lantern smile, and she slaps my arm.

“Behave.” Still, she can’t hide her grin. I glance back, once more, to creepy grandpa, who winks at me. I see that his eyes are still following us as we’re ushered into a private room, set apart from the rest of the dining room by heavy black curtains.

I take a deep breath and straighten my shoulders. Eva’s right. If I really am going to look like a total slut, then I need to own the dress. Especially if I’m going to be face-to-face with Chris Jensen in about two seconds.

“Hallie Caldwell. Who would have imagined us meeting like this?”

The booming voice definitely did not come from the mouth of Chris Jensen. I give Marcus a wicked little grin that matches the one on his face.

“What exactly did you imagine, Marcus?”

“The way I see it, we move towards each other from across a crowded dance floor and then I sweep you into my arms. If I remember correctly, you had moves. But dance floor or not, it’s surprisingly good to see you.”

His teasing words are filled with unvarnished warmth, and I’m stunned to realize that I’m actually happy to see him, too. I ignore the flabbergasted faces of the men in suits around the table and offer my hand to Marcus, who promptly kisses it.

“Hello, Marcus.”

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you.” I study him for a minute. “You look the same, I think. Older, but the same.”

That elicits some chuckles.

“How do you two know each other?”

The question comes from a perky-looking blond girl, scribbling furiously with a stylus on a tablet in the corner of the private room. She quickly looks down in embarrassment when one of the men scolds her. For a moment, I feel sorry for her. Then I realize I’m going to have to answer the question.

Marcus steps in instead. “Hallie and I are old friends. Golfing buddies, you might say. She used to humiliate me, and you all know that I don’t admit that easily, but it’s been a long time since she’s kicked my ass on the course. I’ve gotten much better since then.”

“It would be hard for you to get much worse. If I remember correctly, you ended up throwing more than a few clubs into the ocean on our last jaunt to Pebble Beach.”

“Your memory is clearly damaged.”

He gives me a quick grin before pulling out my chair. He’s not so chivalrous when he turns his attention to Eva.

“Eva. Of course. I was hoping Hallie would be unaccompanied by her bulldog, but I suppose we must make sacrifices for the honor of the writer’s presence.”

Eva’s not going to like that one at all.

Nope.

For a second, I think she’s actually going to crawl across the table to gouge his eyes out, but she merely shakes her head and gives him a menacing glare. I can practically see the fumes coming off her, but she’s managing to keep it together. For now.

“At least I managed to show up on time. Where’s your client, Marcus?”

He hesitates slightly. “Tied up.”

A shiver of disappointment crosses my spine, but then I see the faint concern behind Marcus’s eyes. He isn’t telling the whole story. Of course not. I remember all too well. How many times had I been the one to say that for Chris? I even used the same words. Tied up.

Marcus settles back into his seat, and as someone starts to make introductions, I dig my nails into his hand. I have to know whether Chris is all right. I can’t help thinking that there was something that I should have done. I shouldn’t have left him like that, all alone in the room.

“Where’s Chris? Tell me,” I hiss into his ear.

“He’s fine, Hallie. Fine.”

I glance at him through narrowed eyes.

“Then why isn’t he here?”

“Hallie, it’s not your problem.”

“What do you mean, it’s not my problem? Of course it’s not my problem. But that’s not the question I asked. Where is he?”

“Still a spitfire, huh? He’s at a meeting.” There’s something that Marcus isn’t saying, but before I can ask what it is, his fingers tighten on mine. “He’s pretty wound up, Hallie. I know I shouldn’t be telling you this, but you need to tread lightly.”

Eva looks at me questioningly, but I shake my head in response instead. I need to tread lightly? What the hell, Marcus?

I turn to him to ask my question again, but he’s already released my fingers. He turns to the group, and I know that he’s quickly morphing back into the dynamic, public version of Marcus. I’m impatiently tapping his hand under the table, but he merely bats it away.

“Let’s speed up the introductions, shall we? These two here are Eva and Hallie. They want to make sure that this movie makes as little money as possible. They see it as a thought piece, a reflection of modern society and its imminent downfall. Everyone else around this table is in the movie business, and we’re trying to make money. These two purposes are at odds with each other, so we’ll bitch and moan, and we’re all going to have to make concessions. Ultimately, we’re going to make a f*cking great film.”

A number of people around the table raise their glasses and toast his words, but it’s only seconds before people are rapidly firing questions and numbers and names across the table. It’s a faintly familiar scene, but it’s been a long time since I’ve played this particular game and I have other things on my mind. My head starts to spin.

“So, what would you say if I said we could make this movie in Vancouver for half the cost of a Chicago shoot?”

“If we make these tweaks…”

“We need a female star with some kind of name, but we don’t need to spend a fortune…”

“That’s the casting department, and we need someone to head it up…”

“Are you planning to be on set?”

“What exactly is the producer role here?”

Marcus gives me one last annoyed glance before moving to the other side of the table, and while I want to demand the answers I seek from him, I know I can’t just scream at him in front of all of these people. So, I try to listen to all the ways in which they’re planning to cut up and remix and rewrite Ben’s work. I can’t muster any more than weak enthusiasm and nonsensical arguments. I think I actually told someone that the movie should be shot in Chicago and not Vancouver because Vancouver doesn’t have enough snow. Now, everyone thinks I’ve totally lost my marbles. Great. Thankfully, Eva is living up to her bulldog nickname, going toe-to-toe with anyone and everyone and taking particular pleasure in making Marcus squirm.

After he concedes a particularly contentious debate about the ending of the movie, I see him give Eva an appreciative stare, which she responds to with a swift kick to his shin under the table. Those two will be fine without me.

Finally, I find a slight break in the action and I reach for my bag and start to stand up. Whether I’m getting information from Marcus or not, I need to find Chris.

“Thank you all for inviting me,” I say. “It’s been a pleasure. I have to admit that this is all a bit overwhelming for me.”

I hear a few surprised murmurs, but I’m already up from the table and in the throes of my best innocent girl act. I’m getting too old for it, but I can’t think of another way to make a graceful exit.

“All this talk of numbers and back-end has my head spinning a bit. I promise, I’ll be more helpful with the rewrites. I’m definitely better with a computer screen in front of me. But it was so nice to meet you guys. Let’s do this again soon.”

I leave the room before anyone else can offer their opinions about the screenplay. I’m out the door of the restaurant before Marcus catches me.

“He’ll be…”

“On the roof,” I finish. We stare at each other.

“Hallie…”

“Yes, Marcus?”

“It really is good to see you. Even if you brought the devil herself along for the ride.”

“Eva is good people. And I think you might be good people, too.”

That’s my little thank you, for telling me about Chris, for protecting him, for being a friend to me a million years ago. The air is thick with things unsaid and unseen, and I try to lighten it.

“You can add that to the list of things I never thought I would say in my life.”

“Hallie?”

“What?”

“I’m sorry. About Ben. About Chris. About all of it.”

“That’s kind of you.” I mean it, and I squeeze his arm. “I’ll see you soon, okay? You’re not going to get the nice Midwest Hallie Caldwell, either. I promise, I’ll be in the fighting spirit. We can go a couple of rounds. Eva may be the bulldog, but I remember how to fight with you quite well, and I think I have a few unfair advantages.”

“I’m sure you do. I look forward to it.” He winks at me. “Be careful. You’re sitting at the grown-ups’ table now, and so is he. Rewriting history isn’t as easy as it sounds. Believe me. I’ve tried and tried and tried.”

I ignore any of the subtext and instead take that at face value, which causes me to place an impromptu kiss on his cheek.

“Eva loves beluga whales. Can’t get enough of them. There’s even a little stuffed one in the top drawer of her desk. Coincidentally, I hear they have a pretty nice aquarium here. They might even have some beluga whales there.”

“Who even said I was interested?”

“You don’t fool me. Not one bit.”

“Neither do you, Hallie. Make sure he’s all right?”

“Yes. I will.”

He pulls me into his arms for a long embrace.

“I missed you, kid.”

“I missed you too, old man.”

He shakes his fist at me and blows me a kiss before disappearing back into the room. I don’t want to waste any more time, so I take long strides to the elevator bay. Unfortunately, running is seriously out of the question in these heels.

When I reach the stairwell on the highest floor, I tentatively push on the doors, which are marked by a gigantic, “Do not push. Alarm will sound” sign. It’s been a long time since I’ve done this, but I remember that generally, the signs are all talk and the alarms don’t actually sound. I’m hoping that’s still the case. Sure enough, I manage to open the door a bit and it looks like I’m not actually going to be the cause of a hotel-wide evacuation.

I’ll take the minor miracles wherever I can get them.