“We’re going down to the airport to meet Stern’s plane. Give him the red carpet welcome and prep him before tonight’s game. You coming?”
“No.” I shook my head quickly. “I was going to visit Margreta and Caleb.” For the first time, I was grateful for her high maintenance breasts and their lengthy recovery period, one which seemed unending.
Tobey glanced at his watch. “You’re good. I’ll call her on the way. Come on.” He headed to the door, and paused, his eyes studying me.
I turned quickly, before he could formulate any thoughts, and grabbed my bag off the floor, my steps heavy as I walked through the door, Tobey’s hand invasive as it settled onto the small of my back.
This. This would be a disaster.
68
The jet landed into gray, a fog covering the city, thunderclouds in the distance, a setting fit for his entry into hell. Chase watched the ground approach, his eyes closing in preparation, his hands gripping the armrests until the bumpy landing was over. They taxied down the long runway, the travel assistant speaking as soon as the engines had quieted. “Mr. Stern, I’ve booked you a room at the Royalton until you get an apartment. We have a driver who will be on call this week, and I’ve texted you his number. Once we land, Mr. Grant and Mr. Polit are taking you straight to the stadium; they want to show you around before batting practice.”
“Show me around?” he barked out a laugh. “I’m familiar with the stadium.”
Her in the cramped equipment office, alone in the stuffy room; her head bent over a thick textbook; her foot resting on the bat cart, all long legs and concentration. Her eyes, looking up and catching his. Her cheeks flushing, a slow smile spreading before her gaze darted back down.
The woman fidgeted. “They’d like to show you around.”
Chase made a face, looking back out the window as she rattled off a list of details that didn’t matter. He watched the approach to the Yankee hangar, twin SUVs parked in front. As the jet approached, the vehicle doors opened, and two men stepped out. Then, the rear door opened, and the owner of his heart stepped out.
She was there to pick him up.
The view was terrible, the fog heavy in the air, her figure shrouded, but there was no denying it was her. She didn’t move like the teenage girl he remembered, her steps strong and confident, the move of a grown woman used to heels. But the cross of her arms across her chest was familiar, a tell of nerves, and he leaned forward, trying to see her face. If he could see her face, he would know what she was thinking, and how she felt about this.
The plane came to a slow stop, and he stood, grabbing his bag, then moved down the aisle, suddenly anxious to get off the plane.
When the door opened, the stairs lowered, and he forced himself to move slowly, his hand coming out and shaking Dick Polit’s, then Tobey Grant’s. He looked each man in the face, offering a curt smile, suddenly terrified of the next moment. Tobey turned, waving Ty forward. “This is my wife, Tyler.”
His wife. A reminder that would never be needed, the words clawing a fresh hole in his tender heart.
She stiffly stepped forward, a polite smile crossing her face, and held out her hand, her eyes slow to move upward, their gaze settling somewhere in the vicinity of his chin. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Stern.”
He wrapped her small hand in his and tightened his grip, wanting to squeeze some emotion out of her, a flash of anger in those eyes, a glare … something. But she only stepped back, withdrawing her hand, and then looked away.
“We’ve met before,” he tossed out, a challenge in his voice, his tone hard enough to stop her turn, her body freezing in its exit. “Don’t you remember?”
Finally, her head turned, and her eyes found his. An empty stare, with none of the warmth and fire he remembered. He had wanted to know how she felt about his return. But looking into her eyes, he suddenly didn’t want to know.
69
Did I remember? What a cruel question to ask. I stared into his eyes and held back every emotion I could, a hundred memories pushing at thin spider-webs of restraint. I smiled tightly, words finding their way out of my throat, properly smooth and cold. “Oh yes. My apologies, Mr. Stern. It’s been so long.” I tore my eyes from his, finding Tobey’s, strength in his easy smile, his innocence, my clueless husband unaware of the raging war. Giving him a small smile, I walked toward the SUV, taking comfort in the strong click of my heels on the pavement, the sound of escape, of a woman tougher than myself, just four steps away from safety, then three, then two.