“What’re you thinkin’?” Max asked.
“I’m thinkin’ after breakfast we leave the women up here and go down the mountain and have a talk with Lawrence at his hotel.”
My body got tense again.
“Works for me,” Max said instantly.
“Um… I don’t –” I started but stopped when Max squeezed my waist.
“We’ll be back, less than an hour,” Max told me and I twisted to look at him.
“Max –”
“Duchess,” Max cut me off, “it’s as good as done.”
I hadn’t had time to contemplate my predicament, my escape or scrutinize the fact that I consistently seemed to allow myself to get thwarted and end each day in bed with Max. However I was relatively certain that I didn’t want Max to team up with Steve to send my father packing. I didn’t know why, I just thought that was family business and Max wasn’t family. And I didn’t know why, but I thought if he did do this, he’d be that one step closer to being family. What I did know was that I wanted him to be family and I also knew I shouldn’t.
“Max, can we talk about this?” I asked.
“We can though you ain’t gonna change my mind.”
“Max –”
He used his hand at my waist to turn me to face him then his arm went back around my waist and pulled me close.
“Let me explain somethin’, Nina. He’s in town and he’s thinkin’ about fuckin’ with you. You said your piece yesterday, made your point clear and he still thinks he can fuck with you. A man’s any man at all, no one fucks with his woman, not even her father. He thinks he can, until I make it clear he can’t, he’ll always think he can. So better now than later he learns he can’t. Yeah?”
“Max, I just don’t think it should be you. Maybe I –” I stopped talking when I got another squeeze.
“Honey, he showed you zero respect yesterday and he upset you. You think I’m gonna let that happen again?”
“Max –”
“I’m not.”
“Max –”
“He won’t have a choice but to show me respect.”
“Max –”
“Especially if I got your family at my back.”
“Max!” I shouted.
“What?”
“All right, go see Dad.”
There it was. I gave in again. I had no idea why I constantly did this except perhaps the soft look and beautiful smile Max was giving me now.
To avoid it and its effect on my entire system, I turned within Max’s arm and leaned against him again.
“Steve, when we get back, could use your help hangin’ the Cotton,” Max said to Steve and I closed my eyes.
Steve was always busy, always doing something, always had a project. He’d love helping Max hang the Cotton.
“Sure thing, Max,” Steve said amiably, I heard Mom sniff and looked at her but she had her head ducked.
Then she whispered, “Powder my nose.”
Then she rushed away as Max called gently, “Door to the right, under the loft.”
I sighed because I knew Mom was crying and I had a suspicion Mom had a lot more reasons to like Max now.
I looked at Steve and Steve was watching me. His eyes dropped to Max’s arm at my waist then they came back to my face. His smile was slow and so was his wink.
I smiled back even though panic gripped me.
If I was honest, I knew why I didn’t escape, even though I knew I was facing disaster.
Because I didn’t want to escape.
Now, Mom and Steve might disown me if I tried.
I sighed, leaned further into Max and his arm got tight.
I took a sip of coffee while the men stayed comfortably silent.
Then I asked, “Do you think we have time to sneak in some toast before she gets back?”
My timing was bad and Max’s excellent construction foiled me for Mom had opened the door and its noiseless hinges were my undoing.
“I heard that,” Mom snapped, rounding the counter.
“No,” Max answered my question and Steve laughed.
I sighed again and took another sip of coffee.
“Not to be rude or anything, Max,” Mom started when she hit the counter, “I adore the Cottons but I must say that piece of art you have out front is… um… how do I put it?” She paused then finished in a tone that belied her word, “interesting.”
My eyes went outside and I saw my vandalized rental car.
Then more than likely from stress, mild hysteria and just Mom being Mom, I burst out laughing.
*
Max’s phone rang after I walked out of Max’s bathroom, dressed, made up, hair done and ready to face the day.
Max and Steve left to talk to Dad after “breakfast” which tasted mostly of strawberries, thank God, but the rest of it didn’t bear thinking about. Mom said she’d clean the kitchen so I could get a shower. I left her to it and now was done and Max’s phone was ringing.