Sleepless in Savannah (34 page)

Between them a man dressed in black leather with chains and whips appeared and summoned the Virginal Princess. The rest of the act was a song and dance between the three characters.

Lance was in shock.

The man was played by Sophie's old friend Peter, and if he was correct, Lucy was the Virginal Princess. "It can't be," Lance muttered.

"You recognize the Vampiress?" Reid asked in a thick voice. His brother's face had turned a ghostly white.

Lance frowned and squinted, trying to discern the face behind the heavy makeup, wig, feathers, and mask. It wasn't until the Vampiress bent to suck the blood from Peter that her head pivoted up slightly and recognition dawned. Those green eyes. "Oh, my God. Sophie's a vampire."

"I know," Reid said in a dark voice. "She and Lucy are the famous Diva act."

Amazement. Shock. Jealousy. Hurt. Anger. Betrayal. The myriad of emotions bombarded Lance at once, nearly suffocating him.

He barely found his breath. When he spoke, his voice sounded as if it were coming from far away, from someone else. "You... knew when you came here?"

"No," Reid said in a solemn voice. "I... Lucy and I had a run-in at home. I found this stupid spell book. She does these charms and spells, and she put one on you to try to break up you and Sophie."

"She did what?" Lance tried to drag himself from the sight of Sophie sucking at Peter's neck, that feathery costume billowing around her nearly naked body. The other men in the audience were just as mesmerized.

"I told you, she's a kook; she cast a dumb spell. When you said Lucy called Sophie to come here, I figured she had some scheme planned again, so I flew here to try to stop her." He swiped a drop of sweat from his forehead. "I never imagined this, but, well..." He waved his hand around the room, gesturing at the festive atmosphere. "A waitress told me Sophie used to work here, too. Then today I saw her sneak in here to practice with Lucy." Reid turned to him. "I'm really sorry, man. I didn't know what to do, but I figured you had a right to know."

"Yeah." Lance nodded, still dumbfounded and glued to Sophie's behind twitching and swaying in that red lace. His heart was breaking into pieces.

"But Sophie should have told me."

* * *

Sophie stood, clasping Peter's hand to bow to the audience, with Lucy on his opposite side, her gaze scanning the audience. They were clapping wildly, reminding her of her past life. Then a man in the corner lurched to his feet and her breath froze.

Lance?

Peter whispered for her to take a bow, but she was paralyzed. The rest of the audience jumped to their feet, adding to the enthusiasm, but she couldn't drag her eyes from Lance and the sickly expression on his face. He looked wounded, completely and utterly shocked.

She had to talk to him, make him understand.

She turned and ran, leaving Peter in the center waving to the crowd. The audience began to cheer, chanting for an encore by the Vampiress, but tears blurred her eyes and she was trembling all over, stumbling through the crowd of dancers backstage to reach the side door to the front. Dizzy with fear, she pushed past the audience, fending off people greeting her, wanting to shake her hand, men trying to paw her. She saw Lance standing ramrod straight, but when a middle-aged man grabbed her and pulled her toward him, Lance catapulted forward. Sophie recognized the man as the talent scout who'd come to Savannah, and her legs buckled. Her entire world was spiraling out of control....

Lance shoved the man away, took her by the arm, and dragged her toward the back of the crowded room. The bouncer stepped forward, and Deseree, of all people, suddenly appeared, looking concerned.

"Honey, are you all right?" she asked.

Peter appeared with Lucy in tow, and then Reid dashed over, forming a circle around her.

Sophie was crying now, trying to catch her breath, wishing she'd grabbed a robe to hide herself from Lance's condemning eyes. "I... Lance, please let me explain."

"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was hoarse with emotion.

She'd made a terrible mistake in keeping her past a secret. She couldn't escape it.

Secrets always came back to haunt you.

"What's wrong, Sophie?" Deseree asked. "Do you need us to throw this man out?"

"No, Deseree," Sophie whispered.

"It's okay, Mom," Lucy said. "He's Sophie's friend."

"Deseree is your mother?" Lance asked.

Another lie—she read the accusation in his eyes.

She heaved a shaky breath. "I'm sorry, Lance, but this was my past. I didn't think it mattered."

"Past?" He intentionally glanced at the French-cut costume and her bare belly, then to the low-cut top that amplified her cleavage. "You mean your second life?"

"No, it's not like that," Sophie said in a squeak. "I'm filling in for a sick friend—remember I told you one of Lucy's friends was pregnant and she couldn't perform—"

Lance's expression went cold. "You can stop with the lies."

"It's true."

"You have to believe her," Lucy said. "I begged Sophie to fill in, but she didn't want you to know."

"I can see why," Lance said in a biting voice.

"How did you find out I was here?" Sophie asked.

"From me," Reid piped up. "I came here to see Lucy."

Sophie turned to Lucy, hurt and bewildered. "You knew he was here, Lucy, and you didn't tell me?"

"I didn't realize he'd called Lance," Lucy said. "I thought I could fix things."

"Like you tried to fix it so they wouldn't be together?" Reid said.

Lucy glared at him. "Stay out of this, Reid."

"What is he talking about?" Sophie asked.

"She cast one of her charm spells on you and Lance because she didn't want you to be together."

"Lucy, is that true?" Sophie read the answer in her sister's eyes. "But why?"

"I didn't think he was the right man for you."

"They're both liars," Reid said. "Tell him about the seven rules to trap a man." He shot an angry look at Sophie. "Lucy told me all about how you were playing this game to trap him."

Sophie gasped and turned to Lucy again. "Why would you tell him that?"

Lance's hands knotted by his side. "Really?"

"No," Sophie said, pleading now and reaching for him. He jerked away from her touch as if it pained him to be near her. "Those rules were a joke; Maddie was teasing about them—"

"So my little sister was helping set me up? 'Let Lance play the fool'."

"It wasn't like that at all," Sophie cried.

"Yeah and you've never been a call girl either, huh?" Reid said.

Sophie started to defend herself, but saw the crushed expression on Deseree's face and remained silent.

Deseree spoke up instead, her tone all fiery and motherly. "No, she hasn't, young man. And you'd better not insult her again or you'll deal with me."

Reid looked properly chastised, but Deseree clutched Peter's hand. "I think we'd better go."

Sophie's heart splintered in two. In spite of Deseree's past, Sophie loved her.

She turned to Lance, pleading for forgiveness. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my dancing. But I was afraid it would make a difference." Her heart sank at his closed expression. "And judging from your reaction, I was right."

He hesitated, that wounded look returning, mixed with anger. "You should have given me the chance."

Her old insecurities rushed back. Children chanting ugly words about her and her mother. The times she'd been too embarrassed to ask a friend to visit. Her dreams of starting over in a new place where no one knew.... "Why, so you could break my heart?"

"You don't get it, do you, Sophie?" Lance's voice dropped to a thready whisper. "The secret dancing life aside, the thing that hurts most is that you didn't trust me enough to confide in me."

She couldn't lose him, not now. "But I love you, Lance. I've loved you for a long time."

He shook his head. "No, if you'd loved me, you would have trusted me and told me. You wouldn't have let me find out like this."

He stared at her for a strained heartbeat, then whispered good-bye and walked into the crowd, disappearing from her life.

Chapter 21

A cold numbness settled over Sophie as she and Lucy drove back to Lucy's apartment.

"I'm so sorry," Lucy said in a low voice. "I never should have begged you to come here."

"It's not your fault," Sophie said. "Lance was right. I should have told him."

"But look how he acted when he found out." Lucy slapped the steering wheel with her hand. "He and his brother are both sexist pigs."

Sophie laughed sardonically. "You really like Reid, don't you?"

Lucy's stunned gaze swung to Sophie. "Like? He's the most despicable, infuriating, judgmental man I've ever known. I say good riddance."

Sophie propped her head on her hand and studied her sister. "I still haven't figured out why you cast a spell to try to keep me and Lance apart. You knew he wouldn't understand, didn't you?"

Lucy bit down on her lip. "I... I didn't think he would."

Sophie nodded, and Lucy guided the VW into her spot at the apartment complex. Weary and numb from pain, Sophie hauled herself up the steps, then went straight to the extra bedroom. Lance's shirt lay on top of the faded pink-flamingo bedspread, where she'd lovingly placed it this morning.

She picked it up, pressed it to her face, and sniffed his aftershave, savoring his scent. Tomorrow, when she got home, she'd wash and iron the shirt and send it back to him.

If they were going to make a break, she needed it to be a clean one.

But one last time, she undressed and slipped her arms into the soft worn fabric, then crawled into bed and tried to remember what it felt like to have Lance hold her and make love to her.

Even if the shirt had to be returned to the owner, her memories would be hers to keep forever.

* * *

Maddie had barely snuggled back into Chase's arms after making love when the phone rang. Knowing her brothers were out of town always made her nervous, so she grabbed the phone, laughing when Chase tried to pull her back down under the covers. She batted his hands away.

"Hello?"

"Maddie, it's Reid."

She shoved her mop of hair from her eyes and sat up. His voice sounded strained. "What's wrong?"

"Everything," Reid said. "Lance is a mess."

Chase dropped a kiss on Maddie's hand, and she mouthed that something was wrong with her brother. Instantly alert, Chase roused and propped up the pillows for her to lean back, then took her free hand in his and held it, as if to offer support for bad news.

"Tell me what happened; was there an accident?"

"No," Reid said, "nothing like that, but I flew to Vegas because I thought Lucy was trying to break up Sophie and Lance, and then I saw Lucy dancing in this Vegas show. Did you know she and Sophie were the stars of a famous act called the Divas?"

Maddie winced. "Well, er..."

"Lucy was this Virginal Princess and Sophie's a freakin' vampire; you should have seen them—my God, I would never have imagined it."

Maddie's stomach started churning like a washing machine. "And you called Lance out there to see for himself?"

"Maybe I shouldn't have, but I thought he had a right to know."

Maddie pulled the phone away from her ear and stared at it. Her brother was an idiot. "I gather Lance didn't take it very well?"

"That's putting it mildly. He and Sophie had a big blowup, and it turns out she was lying about other things too, like her mother. Did you know her mother used to be a stripper?"

Her stomach dipped and swayed to the mattress. "Well, er..."

"Anyway, we're coming back on the first flight, and I thought you might have an idea as to how to help Lance."

Maddie squeezed Chase's hand so hard he yelped.
Sorry,
she mouthed, then returned to the phone. "I'll definitely talk to him."

"And when you do, you might want to explain about those rules you and Sophie cooked up for trapping a man."

Fudgecake!
"Er, I gotta go." Maddie slammed down the phone and rushed to the bathroom, her stomach pitching.

Chase knocked at the door. "Come in and take your life into your own hands," Maddie yelled.

He came in anyway. "Awww, baby."

His sympathetic tone brought tears to her eyes. She hated being this emotional. And her stomach protested again, ready to toss those measly saltines she'd nibbled on earlier.

"Please leave, Chase," Maddie said, waving him away. "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine, baby." He grabbed a washcloth, wet it with cold water, and pressed it to her neck. The pregnancy test she'd taken earlier sat on the counter.

"Maddie?"

She wiped her mouth and stood on shaky legs. "Huh?"

His voice was gruff. "It's positive."

Maddie brightened and gazed into her husband's eyes, then pressed her palm to his cheek. "So it is, handsome."

The overwhelming look of love in Chase's eyes made her throat close. "And I hope it's a little boy. I want him to grow up and be just like his father."

"I... God, I love you, Mad." Tears filled Chase's eyes as he picked her up and swung her around, laughing. "I can't wait to tell everyone."