Until We Meet Again

them you’d work as lawyer for my father to help make sure his

tracks are covered on the legal end.”

She’s speaking the words, but the idea seems too outlandish

to believe. “What on earth made him think I’d ever agree to

such a thing?”

“That’s where I came in.” Her gaze becomes distant. “‘Such a

pretty girl,’ Papa always used to say. ‘One day, you’re going help

the family like Nico and Riff.’”

She touches her face, lost in thoughts. “He trained me from

the time I was twelve. Taught me subtle ways to get exactly

what I wanted from a man. How to carry myself. How to talk.

How to dress. How to be every man’s dream come true. But he

always made it very clear that I’d never be able to choose my

own man. I couldn’t even go on dates. My only interactions

with men outside my family were for training, under Papa’s

watchful eye.”

Hearing Fay open up like this, seeing the sad, vulnerable

girl inside, I’m overcome with the desire to protect her. I take

her hand.

“I’m sorry.”

She shrugs. “It wasn’t a bad life. In fact, Papa spoiled me

terribly. Any new dress I wanted. Jewelry. Shoes. Trips to the

seaside with Mama and Isabella. As long as I understood that

when the moment came, I could not disappoint him.”

“And that moment came when Ned offered me as a lawyer,”

I say, putting the pieces together.

She nods. “I was the bait. I was supposed to seal the deal.

Once you were in love with me, I’d see to it that you kept me

happy, even if it meant working for my father.”

I lower myself onto the stone bench, my head throbbing with

all the new information. Was it possible? Could Ned really sink

so low?

Little by little, pieces from my memory fill in the story. Ned

introduced Fay to me. He arranged the first several meetings

and that night in New York, when he was so insistent that I

would marry her.

And then there was everything I learned last night. Jerome

Smith telling me about Ned’s gambling debt. His revelation

that the merger with Cooper Enterprises was only possible at

the promise of Ned’s arrangement with “unknown entities.”

Like the mob.

“I can’t believe it,” I say softly.

Fay comes beside me. “Can you forgive me, Lon?”

I look at the girl before me. It’s strange to see her in this completely new light. She’s a different person in many ways. And yet, she’s still the same beautiful girl I’ve known all summer. I

tuck a strand of her jet-black hair behind her ear. “Of course I

forgive you. It’s not your fault. You were just doing your duty.”

“It may have been duty at first,” she says, choking out the

words, “But I came to love you, Lon. Truly.”

I take her face in my hands. “Oh Fay.”

Squeezing her eyes shut tightly, she grabs my collar and

presses a kiss to my mouth. I’m filled with a tempest of conflicting emotions. Cassandra has my heart, but somehow I can’t push Fay away. I don’t know if I’ll see tomorrow. And

Fay’s lips are warm and soft, like they always were. I allow

myself a single kiss.

“Well, isn’t this a pretty sight. And here I was worried.”

At the sound of Ned’s voice, Fay and I pull apart.

He’s standing right in front of us, dressed in a stylish suit that

almost looks comical stretched over his huge body. The sight

of him sends rage through me. My fists tightened at my side.

“Easy, boy,” Ned snarls, his expression suddenly becoming

severe. “You’ve done enough damage today. Let’s not make it

more.”

“You owe me an explanation,” I say, clenching my jaw.

“I’m sure Fay here has given you her own warped version

of events.”

“Is it true then?” I ask, the sting of his betrayal piercing me.

“Did you really lose everything to gambling debts? Did you

really promise me to the mob? Did you really try to push me

into a marriage so that I could solve all of your financial problems for you?”

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