Her aunt gave a long sigh. “You need to tell Dalton the truth, especially now that you slept together. It’s not fair to him.”
“What about the way his family treated Papa?” she asked. “They said horrible things. About how he just wanted money and tricked her into running away. Stores stopped selling his paintings because they ruined his reputation with no regard for the truth. I had no power back then, and I let them smear our name. I stood at his graveside and vowed revenge. Don’t I deserve my turn at justice?”
“To do what, child? Hurt back? Justice doesn’t bring back your father. Those boys were just like you—vulnerable and feeling betrayed. They were young and their beloved mother was killed. They struck out, but they were probably led by Christian Pierce. Listen to me, Raven. What happened to your father is a tragedy, but there were . . . things you didn’t know about him. Things you didn’t need to hear back then.”
“What things?”
Her aunt ducked her head for a minute, considering. “He was completely devoted to you, like no other father I’d ever seen. He seemed to have no interest in bringing any female into his life after your mother passed, and was completely content. Of course, I was traveling a lot back then, but I remember when he called me in London. He said he’d met someone. Someone important. He said this woman had the capacity to change his existence, but he had to move carefully. He never talked like that before. There was a depth of emotion in his voice he only used for two people. You and your mother.”
“You think it was her? Diane Pierce?”
“Yes, I do. I suspected then that this woman was married, but he wouldn’t answer any of my questions.”
The bitterness still brewed heavy in her gut. “He left me, Aunt Penny. He left me for this woman I didn’t even know. I came home from school and he was gone forever. I thought we had something special, but he proved I wasn’t even important enough to say good-bye to.”
Her aunt snapped her voice like a whip. “Now, you listen to me, young lady. I’ve told you this over and over. Your father called me to stay with you for a few days. He wouldn’t tell me why, but I know in my heart and soul that man would’ve never left you. You were his whole life. He was coming back for you, and it’s time you finally believe this, because it’s the only truth that makes sense.”
Her mind spun. She didn’t know what to believe any longer. Her aunt had never told her Diane Pierce might have been mentioned by her father. What was she going to do?
Aunt Penny’s words flared inside her like a small flame, gaining heat. Maybe she hadn’t been ready to hope he’d been coming back. Maybe it had been easier, in a way, to feel betrayed and blame Diane Pierce for everything falling apart. For his death. For his leaving her alone.
Her aunt softened her voice. “How do you feel about Dalton as a man? Not as a Pierce brother?”
She met her aunt’s steady gaze. “There’s this power between us. A connection I always feel when he’s in my space. Like I’m drawn to him, no matter how much I try to fight it or ignore it.”
Her face grew serious. “Destiny.”
“I don’t believe in destiny. Neither do you!”
Aunt Penny tapped her finger against her red lips. Her giant amethyst cocktail ring flashed in the light. “Of course I do. Your father did—he was a big believer in love and fate. It never happened to me, so it was something I couldn’t personally confirm.”
As if she heard Raven’s thoughts, Aunt Penny stared at her with a touch of fierceness. “You’re going to tell Dalton the truth. You’re going to talk it through. Then see what there is between the two of you. Love is rarer than you think, Raven, and I believe there are different levels. This connection you speak of is too important to just throw away. You need to figure out what it is, or you’ll regret letting it go.”
The realization hit her full force. She was falling for Dalton, even within this short period of time. Her aunt was right—she owed them both a fresh start and the truth. Would their pasts shatter any type of hope for a future? Or was a future even possible between two people who blamed each other for their pain?
Raven didn’t know anymore. But instead of playing endless games, it was time to find out.
“I’ll tell him.”
“Good. Now, I was hoping I could pull you away for a night. There’s a production in previews on Broadway starring a close friend. I’d love to take you into the city. Can you close the bar tonight?”
Normally, nothing was important enough to close for a night, but since it was midweek, and she was still a bit shaken, she agreed. Besides, she hadn’t seen her aunt in way too long. “Let me make some calls. I’ll post on Facebook and I may need to go into the police station today for follow-up. I could use a night off.”
Aunt Penny broke into a smile. “Excellent. You need to pack an overnight bag. We’ll eat at Carmine’s tonight. You need pasta. It’s comforting.”
Raven hugged her aunt, deciding to focus on the evening ahead.
chapter nineteen