“I never wanted you to be a part of this. I didn’t want these people, my people, to hurt you.” He gazed at me in concern. “You and Caine have grown serious, then?”
“Yes.” I took a step toward him. “I know this is huge, and I know you’ll need time to think it over and prepare yourself. I just wanted you to know that with the way things are progressing, it may not be too long before questions are asked and I’d like to know how to answer those. I believe you’ll have to discuss that with my grandmother before a decision can be made.”
He ran a hand through his short hair. “This is going to be a bloody mess,” he muttered quietly.
All this secrecy just so he didn’t have to put up with drama.
That was when I snapped. “I know, you know. He told me.”
Grandpa frowned. “What are you talking about?”
As much as I hated to acknowledge that the only family I had left had done something terrible, Grandpa’s actions with Eric were despicable, and I needed to know why he did it. I found the courage to ask something that had plagued me for the last few weeks. “Why did you do it?” I said, my words soft, tentative. “Why did you cover it up?”
Understanding slackened Grandpa’s features seconds before regret darkened his eyes. “I was protecting my family,” he said softly, his defeated expression suggesting he knew how weak an excuse that was. “It wasn’t until afterward, when I discovered Caine’s father had … Well, the guilt and the shame … I couldn’t rid myself of it. The only way I knew to alleviate it was to exact some kind of justice for Caine. My only way to do that without hurting the rest of the family was to disinherit and disown my son. Losing his money and status.” Grandpa shook his head. “That hurt Alistair more than anything else could.”
“Why didn’t you tell me about your involvement in the cover-up?”
“Because I didn’t want you to look at me the way you’re looking at me right now.”
“I don’t know how else to look at you. I don’t know if I can believe anything about you anymore. Honestly I don’t even know if you love me.”
“Alexa, of course—”
I moved past him, sliding the doors open and cutting him off because suddenly I knew I wasn’t ready to hear his answer. I wasn’t ready to believe it. “I have to get back before Caine wonders where I am.”
Striding toward the ballroom, I willed my heart rate to slow down, but it wouldn’t. My hands trembled as I returned to the ballroom, and this had everything to do with the strange sense of foreboding that had come over me.
It never occurred to me until I faced my grandfather that there was a huge possibility that I’d have to give Grandpa up once the truth came out. I didn’t know how to forgive him just yet … And even if I did I couldn’t imagine his family would want him to have anything more to do with me, and I was starting to think that perhaps the whole reason the idea of revealing the truth upset him was that he knew he’d have to choose …
I stopped, staring dazedly around the room.
… and he would choose them over me.
Like always I’d be second best.
Needing Caine, I scoured the room for him, but I couldn’t see him.
“He left the room with Regina Mason.”
I glanced over my shoulder at Phoebe, who was standing with one arm wrapped around her waist while she casually sipped her champagne. I would have expected there to be spite in her eyes, but to my surprise there was only begrudged sympathy.
I stiffened at the sympathy. “Left?”
She nodded her pretty head toward where I’d just come in.
I decided not to mention that it was slightly stalkerish of her to be watching Caine, and instead nodded my thanks and headed back out into the hall. They were nowhere to be seen, which meant searching. I decided to start by checking the rooms on the right off the large entrance hall.
My heart was beating faster now for a different reason.
Stop. You’re being silly. Caine would never … There will be a rational explanation.
Hearing the rumbling murmurs of a male voice down the corridor, I walked quietly along it, trying to calm my trembling. As I neared a door I recognized the baritones as Caine’s. But I didn’t recognize the female voice.
“After all these years that’s really quite disappointing,” she said as I approached.
I stopped in the doorway and peered through the narrow opening into what looked like a cozy sitting room.
All the air seemed to go out of my lungs.
Caine was standing by the window and an attractive woman was pressed against him. He held her by her upper arms as she stroked his chest with her fingertips. “Regina,” he murmured.
Uncertainty froze me as I waited to see how this situation would unfold.
“You’re really saying no to me.” She pouted her surgically enhanced lips at him. My eyes narrowed on her unnaturally smooth face. This woman was much older than I’d first thought. Who the hell was she?
Get your hands off him!
I prepared to barge in.
Caine gently pressed her away, but his features were hard. For the first time I noticed how hostile he was. Extremely so. “I really am.”
She raised an eyebrow at him as she smoothed her hair back off her face. “You know that’s pretty risky.”
He scowled dangerously. “Don’t play games with me, Regina. I will ruin you.”
As if she suddenly realized who she was dealing with, Regina gave him a tight smile. “No need to get vicious, Caine.”
Watching the muscle flex in Caine’s jaw, I decided enough was enough. I didn’t know who this woman was or what was going on, but I wasn’t leaving them to this cozy little argument. I pushed the door open and they both looked around with sharp jerks of their heads.
Caine’s eyes narrowed on me.
Regina smiled smugly.
I met her smugness with a steely stare of my own. “If you’ll excuse us,” I said with all the imperiousness I could muster.
Taking the hint, she moved to pass me, her beautiful sapphire gown swishing around her legs as she did so. She flashed me a catty smile, one that was tight more out of physical limitations than from emotion.