Coming Home for Christmas (23 page)
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Authors: Fern Michaels
Chapter Eleven
“Out of a job? What is she talking about? You're not out of a job,” Melanie said again, as though saying it would make it so, at least as far as Jessica Rollins and the bank were concerned. “I don't know where they got their information, but I sure hope you find out.”
Depleted of whatever energy she'd had, Stephanie got out of her chair and stood at the sink looking out the window that overlooked the long, winding driveway leading to her apartment. She cleared her throat and wiped her eyes on a tea towel. “I know where it came from. It's obvious.”
“You think Patrick is behind this?” Melanie stated the obvious.
Stephanie turned around to face her. “Who else would stoop so low to do something like this? I think he's still upset at me for not allowing the girls to go to Claude's with him to see the puppies.”
“I don't think he's that vindictive, or juvenile. I know he's not the most classy guy in the world, but I really don't believe he would stoop to this sea urchin level.”
Stephanie sniffled into the tea towel, not caring that she'd painstakingly embroidered the butterflies on it late one night when she'd had a hard time going to sleep. “You don't get it, Melanie. The guy has it in for me. He thinks women like me are nothing but trash. I know what I'm talking about, trust me.”
“Well, I never trust anyone who says âtrust me,' but I can tell you this; whatever makes you think you're trash and whatever âwomen like me' are, I would be honored to walk in your shadow, Stephanie Casolino-Marshall. What you are is a decent hardworking woman who wants nothing more than a better life for her two daughters than she had. What you are is a loving, giving, caring mother and friend. Now I know you're not going to like this, but in this instance I'm going to tell you, too bad. I'm calling Max myself. This childish behavior from his manager, and I use that word loosely, has to stop.” Melanie reached for the phone in the center of the table.
Stephanie placed her hand on top of Melanie's. “I really don't want you to call Max or Grace. It will seem as though I'm taking advantage of their friendship. And thanks for saying all those nice things about me. You're a good friend, you know that, right?”
“Yes, I know that, and thanks. But friends don't sit by and allow their best friends to get kicked in the butt when they're already down.” Melanie held her hand up as if to ward off any further comments from Stephanie. “Go take a shower, wash your hair, and put on some makeup. Not that you need it with that peaches-and-cream complexion, but do it anyway. Then when you're finished, get that black pant suit out of the back of your closet. The one you wore when you applied for your mortgage. No, on second thought forget that. Get the tightest, sexiest pair of jeans you own and top them with that bright red sweater I gave you.” Melanie was on a roll. “Don't say another word because I'm not listening. Go on, get in the shower. You have one hour to sexy up.”
“Sexy up? That's a new one,” Stephanie said.
“Yes it is. And that's because I just made it up. It's mine, an original, so don't think I'm going to let you take credit for it. Now get in the shower, or I will toss you in there myself.”
“I'm not sure if I like you this way. Bossy and all.”
“If you don't get out of here and get in that shower, I will show you what bossy is. Now
git,
and I don't mean perhaps. Now! Remember, you've got exactly one hour.”
git,
and I don't mean perhaps. Now! Remember, you've got exactly one hour.”
Stephanie gave up. “Okay. I guess I need to shower, but for the record, I want you to know that I will be okay with this.”
Melanie shot her arm out like an arrow pointing toward the bathroom.
“Okay, okay,” Stephanie whined before locking herself in the bathroom.
Melanie waited until she heard the shower running before she picked up the phone. She knew that Stephanie's pride was on the line, but right then she didn't care. What she cared about was that someone had caused her dear friend to lose out on her dream. Whether it was intentional or not didn't really matter at that point. It only mattered that Stephanie had worked harder than anyone she knew just to save a few thousand dollars for a down payment on a home for her and her children. In today's fast world of give or I'll take, Stephanie was a rare breed. And what was a huge sum to Stephanie was chump change for Melanie, who had way more than enough to make a real difference. For the first time in her twenty-four years, Melanie felt like this opportunity, to do something really, really special for people she loved, was a gift to herself, not the other way around.
She hit *69 on the phone to get the last incoming number. She scribbled it down on a magnetic pad stuck on the front of the refrigerator.
“Jessica Rollins, please,” she said when a young woman picked up the phone. “And tell her it's a matter of life and death.”
“Oh my gosh,” the young woman said, “I'll take this call to her myself.”
Melanie thought the girl deserved a raise.
“Thank you,” she said.
A minute later, Melanie had Jessica Rollins on the phone. She made quick work of telling her what she needed and when she needed it. The woman was more than willing to jump through a few hoops to make her wishes come true. When they finalized their plans, Melanie dialed the number to the office at Maximum Glide.
A voice she didn't recognize answered the phone. Melanie wasn't sure if it was a male or a female either.
“Mr. Edward Patrick Joseph O'Brien, please. Tell him it's a matter of life and death.” Melanie liked this new role of taking charge, sort of like kicking ass and taking names later.
Two seconds later, the man himself was on the phone. “This is Patrick.”
Melanie rolled her eyes. She was sure the man deliberately downplayed his intelligence.
“Patrick, this is Melanie, and we have a problem.” Just for meanness, she waited a few seconds before continuing. Let him wiggle in his britches.
“Is it Stephanie, or the girls?” he asked.
More meanness. “All of them.”
“Tell me where they're at, and I can be there in minutes,” he replied anxiously.
Again, she let him stew. She knew it was mean, but it was her way of getting even over his putting Stephanie on that unpaid leave of absence.
“Melanie, tell me what's wrong. Please!” He shouted so loud she had to hold the phone away from her ear.
“I need you to listen, and I don't want you to interrupt me. Is that clear?”
She heard an intake of breath over the phone line. “Okay. I'm listening.”
Melanie made fast work of telling him what she wanted and when she wanted it. He complied as fast as Jessica Rollins had.
Maybe graphic design isn't my calling after all.
Maybe graphic design isn't my calling after all.
Thirty minutes later, Stephanie was showered, dressed, and looking like a million bucks.
“Now, I want you to get in my car. We're going out for lunch.”
“Melanie, I know you're trying to cheer me up, and I really do appreciate it, but I have to be here when the girls get home.” She looked at the clock on the stove. “And that's in two hours. I don't see how we can go out to lunch and actually enjoy ourselves in such a short period of time.”
“Did I say we were going to enjoy ourselves? Hmm, I don't believe I did. Now go.”
“Well, I hope you know I feel like a fool, all dressed up, looking so silly, just to eat lunch. And we'll have to go to a fast-food place because that's all I have time for. And I won't take no for an answer, not where my girls are concerned,” Stephanie said adamantly.
“I've arranged for my mother to be here when they get home.” She really hadn't, but she would. “You have way too much blusher on. Go wipe some off before we leave. You look like Ronald McDonald.”
“I
really
don't like this side of you.”
really
don't like this side of you.”
“Tough. Go wipe your cheeks. Now.”
Stephanie turned around and headed for the bathroom. Melanie called her mother and explained the situation. She was more than willing to help out. She said she would be waiting at the bus stop for the girls and from there she would take them to Chuck E. Cheese, if Stephanie didn't mind, of course. Melanie assured her she wouldn't but reminded her mother not to forget to take her cell phone, because Melanie knew Stephanie would want to call and check on the girls.
Stephanie came out of the bathroom as soon as Melanie hung up the phone.
“If I didn't know better, I would think you were up to something. But I don't know better, at least not today. So let's just have lunch and enjoy ourselves before the girls come home. It might be fun just the two of us for a change. We can order junk food.”
“Yes, and we will as soon as you get in the car.” Melanie practically shoved her out the door. “I told you my mother would be here just in case we ran a little late, and you're going to have to trust me on this one.”
“And you want me to trust someone who says she doesn't trust people who say trust me?”
“Did I say that?” Melanie asked, as they loaded into her Lincoln Navigator.
“Yes, you did.”
“Well, I'm telling you now that you have to trust me. You don't have to like me, just trust me.”
Stephanie took a deep breath. “Turn the heat on, it's freezing. I really wish you would tell me what's going on. I don't like surprises.”
“Tough,” Melanie said as she maneuvered down the long, winding drive. Evergreens topped with a heavy layer of snow flanked the sides of the drive. It never failed to remind her just how beautiful Colorado really was.
Exactly twenty minutes later, they pulled into the main parking lot at Maximum Glide.
Stephanie looked as though she were ready to do battle. “What are we doing here? This is the last place I want to be right now.”
“Tough. It's where you need to be. There is someone here who wants to talk to you. Now get out, or I will carry you over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes.”
“I'm not sure I want the girls to see you like this. It might scare them,” Stephanie teased.
“Right! They love me any way I am, and we both know that.”
“Yes, they do.”
As they trudged across the parking lot, snow crunched against their boots, the sound barely audible over the crowds on the mountain. The previous week's blizzard conditions were long gone. In their place the sun was as bright as butter, the sky as blue as a robin's egg, and the snow as white and clean as freshly beaten cream.
They hurried inside the main offices because even though the sun was out, the temperatures were still in the teens.
“We're having lunch in Patrick's office. I told him to order in from The Lodge,” Melanie explained.
“I don't know why I agreed to this, but remind me when we leave to wring your neck.”
Melanie tapped on Patrick's door, then opened it before he had a chance to tell them to come inside.
Just as she had commanded, there was a table set for
two,
an exquisite crystal vase with one single yellow rose, and a bottle of Cristal chilling in a bucket of ice.
two,
an exquisite crystal vase with one single yellow rose, and a bottle of Cristal chilling in a bucket of ice.
Stephanie glanced at Patrick, then back at her friend turned harridan. “Tell me this isn't what I think it is.”
“It isn't,” Melanie said. “Enjoy lunch.”
She hurried out of the office before Stephanie even had a chance to ask what was going on. She saw the table, the rose, and the champagne.
“Please, come in and have a seat.” Patrick motioned to the chairs, which Stephanie recognized from The Lodge.
“Just so you know, I'm not here because I want to be. Melanie seems to think this is . . . I don't know what she thinks, but let's just get this over with.”
“You sound like you're headed for the guillotine.”
“It's probably not as bad,” she responded, then sat down in the chair Patrick pulled out for her. Surprise, surprise. She didn't know he had manners.
“You can tell me that when I'm finished with what I have to say. I took the liberty of telling Jack to wait on our food. You might not want to be in the same room with me when I say what I need to say, something I should've said a long time ago, and I would have if I'd had the guts to admit it to myself. But better late than never, so here it is.”
“Look, if it's about my job, I probably shouldn't have walked out the way I did. I was just so worried about Amanda and Ashley, then you made that comment about . . . well, you know what you said. I was embarrassed and just wanted to leave. So if you're going to apologize, then fine. I accept.”
“Actually, this isn't about your job at all. As a matter of fact, it has nothing to do with this place.” He took a deep breath, raked his hand through his dark locks, then took another deep breath. “I come from a very large Irish family. I have three younger sisters and four older brothers, and my sisters have three sons and two, uh, one daughter. My brothers have a number of children also, but this is about my sisters and their children and me. About how it's my job to protect them.”
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