Submit and Surrender (25 page)

It was a happy place.

Adra, of course, was wandering around with her head in the clouds. She was pretty sure she didn’t used to do this, pre-Ford situation. Yeah, she definitely wasn’t this angsty pre-Ford.

She wished she could hold that against him, but nope. Overall she felt stronger. Angsty, but only because she was actually dealing with…

Feelings.

So she was wandering around the Volare gardens, lost in thought about what came next, when she heard the voice.

“Adra!”

She spun around, trying to figure out where Olivia was hiding. And why. Why would Olivia Cress, famous actress, be hiding?

“Adra, over here!”

Adra had been walking along the perimeter of the garden, away from most of the revelry, and now she saw that Olivia had been taking a breather by one of the catering tables, abandoned by the catering staff for the moment. Just a few feet away, there was a gaggle of laughing guests, but the tables provided a barrier that made it seem like another world.

“What are you doing out here?” Adra asked, smiling. “I’m pretty sure you’re meant to be meeting a whole bunch of people.”

Olivia blushed almost immediately.

“Wait, you already have met someone?” Adra asked.

“Yes,” Olivia said. “I mean, no. Not that. Later. Right now, look under there.”

She pointed frantically at one of the tables.

Adra was dubious. No, not dubious: she was apprehensive. What on earth could possibly be hiding under a table?

Well, there could be a small boy. That could happen. A beautiful, brown-haired little boy of about three or four, hiding under the table and sticking his tongue out at Adra.

“Oh my God,” Adra said.

“Yeah, exactly,” Olivia said. “I think he’s playing hide and seek.”

“I mean, just, oh my God,” Adra muttered again and then smiled at the child. He smiled back.

He was so sweet.

“Go get Ford,” Adra said without looking up.

And then, when she heard Olivia walk away, Adra took off her shoes, hiked up her dress, and sat on the ground.

“What’s your name?” she whispered.

The little boy just smiled again and covered his mouth with his hands, which were full of grass he’d pulled up from the ground.

Adra laughed.

“I’m Adra,” she whispered again. She pulled out her own handful of grass and pretended to eat it.

The little boy laughed, delighted. He tried to pull on the table cloth to hide himself away from Adra, and nearly brought down a row of champagne flutes.

Then he crawled out from under the table and tried to put a handful of grass in Adra’s mouth.

Adra fell half over, laughing, while the boy climbed into her lap and tried to feed her more grass. She knew enough that she should be stressed out by the fact that there was a child running around unsupervised at Club Volare, with all the champagne and leather everywhere, and she knew Ford would know how to handle the club’s liability…but in the moment, she just let herself feel the joy of hanging out with a child. She’d forgotten how different it was when they were small, how much more innocent and unguarded. Her nephews were all starting to become little tough guys, but this little angel—she missed this. She wrapped her arms around the sweet little boy, blew a raspberry on his cheek, and tried to figure out how she was going to find his parents without causing a panic and scaring the poor kid. Or, for that matter, why his parents weren’t panicking.

Which was why she didn’t notice when Ford arrived until he was practically standing over them, and the little boy threw a handful of grass at Ford’s shoes.

Adra looked up, unable to contain her smile. And then she saw Ford’s face.

She’d always thought the expression “like he’d seen a ghost” was an exaggeration. Nope. Ford was dumbstruck. He was staring at the little boy in her lap, and he was…

He was a statue. Rigidly still, he was a statue with an expression, this slow moving drama playing out across his face. He was like a monument to loss and grief, the only time she’d ever seen anything like that in his eyes.

Adra could feel it all in the pit of her stomach.

She scooped up the little boy and stood up, her eyes searching Ford’s.

“He won’t tell me his name,” she said, while the boy toyed with her hair.

Why wouldn’t Ford say anything? He was staring at the boy.

“I know his name,” Ford said. “It’s Andrew.”

And then he looked at Adra, standing there with Andrew in her arms, and he touched his fingers to Adra’s face. So softly, so gently, but the impact was enough to take her breath away.

What was happening here?

“Do you want to take him?” Adra asked.

Ford flinched. Barely perceptible, but he did. He shook his head, and said, “No, he seems to like you. Let’s get him back to his parents, though.”

“Yeah, about that…”

“I’ll deal with it,” Ford said. He walked Adra over to a chair by one of the catering tables. “Can you wait here for a second?”

“Of course, Andrew and I are buddies,” Adra said. She held up her hand and Andrew slapped it. “We’ll be fine.”

Ford really was gone only a moment.

In retrospect, Adra realized he must have seen the parents right away, in that group of people chatting just a few feet beyond the catering tables. Andrew had never been too far from his parents, thank God, but that wasn’t really the point.

But it was only when Ford brought them over that she started to put the pieces together.

“Adra, this is Claudia and Jesse Gifford,” Ford said. He was even more distant than he had been before. “They are Andrew’s parents.”

Holy shit.

His ex-wife, and her new husband. Ford’s old friend.

It was their kid.

Adra instinctively hugged Andrew in some futile, protective gesture, just as a response to the sudden tension. Then she realized she was hugging someone else’s child, in front of them, and handed Andrew over to his mother.

That didn’t make things less awkward.

“I thought you were watching him,” Claudia said to her husband. Her tone was sharp. She looked tired.

Jesus.

“Um, this might not be the best place for Andrew right now,” Adra said as gently as she could.

Adra felt like crap as soon as she spoke up, but she still wasn’t gentle enough.

“Do you have children?” Claudia snapped.

“No,” Adra said, taking a half-step back. “No, I don’t.”

“Well, when you do, then we’ll talk,” Claudia said, holding her son in one hand and rubbing grass stains off his face with the other. “Sometimes sitters cancel at the last minute. It happens. You do what you have to do.”

Damn it. That wasn’t what Adra had meant at all. The problem was the club’s licenses, not Andrew. Roman had made that very clear at dinner not too long ago, but Claudia thought Adra had just gone after her for being a bad mom.

Adra cringed. She had somehow managed to fit both feet in her mouth.

Ford moved slightly, and all attention went to him. Adra could never figure out how he did that, just commanded a room or a group. But then he put a hand on her arm and drew her to him in that protective way, his eyes on Claudia and Jesse, his face calm, and she stopped caring. She just wanted to melt into him. She wanted to hug him and be held by him at the same time.

She had no idea what else was going on between these three, but this was obviously a mess.

“She’s right, Claudia,” Ford said in that low rumble. “This is a sex club, not a restaurant. It’s no different from the New York rules you already know. Our licenses are very restrictive, this place isn’t childproofed, and there’s unsecured equipment and alcohol everywhere. And more importantly, the club isn’t legally permitted to admit minors under
any
circumstances. This could get us permanently shut down.”

“Don’t lecture me, Ford,” Claudia said.

“I’m not,” Ford said. “I’m telling you the club’s limits. I’m sorry.”

“This is petty,” Claudia said. She was modulating her voice so she wouldn’t upset her son, but her expression was—it was emotional. She had bags under her eyes, and she was looking at Ford with something approaching desperation. “You don’t want us—”

“You know that’s not fair, Claudia,” Ford said. “If I were being petty, your application never would have been accepted in the first place.”

“He’s right, honey,” Jesse said.

Adra looked at the other man, startled, and it occurred to her that he seemed afraid to speak in front of Ford.

This was all kinds of screwed up. She looked at Andrew anxiously, but the little boy seemed to have no idea. Thank God.

Claudia pressed her son’s head to her chest and covered his exposed ear with her hand and said, to no one in particular, “Shit.”

Then she sighed, hefted Andrew up, smiled at her son and rubbed his nose with hers.

“C’mon, little man,” Claudia whispered.

And then she walked off toward the garage.

Adra was…well, confused was one way to put it.

“What the hell?” she said aloud.

“She hasn’t slept in about a week,” Jesse said, looking at them both with this sort of imploring eagerness. “Andrew’s been…well, it doesn’t matter. This was our one night off, and then the sitter canceled, and we were going to leave in a few minutes. She’s just…you have to understand what it’s like…”

He looked at Ford, his former best friend, and trailed off.

Oh God.

Adra recognized the expression on Jesse’s face. It was the same expression her nephews had when they got caught doing something really, really bad, something they knew would be met with disappointment instead of anger—something
that
bad. It was like Jesse Gifford was asking for forgiveness. Not just for bringing a kid to the club without asking first, but for everything. That was what Claudia’s desperation had been about, that was why Jesse was still here, talking to them, trying to explain the kind of easily avoidable, not-calling-ahead mistake people only made when they were trying to operate on no sleep and no breaks.

That’s why they kept coming around. That’s why they inserted themselves into Ford’s life when they’d moved back to Los Angeles. That had always seemed unbelievably, pathologically screwed up to Adra, but now it made perfect sense.

They were living with the guilt of what they’d done to Ford, and they wanted to be forgiven.

Adra didn’t know whether to hate them or pity them. Maybe a little bit of both?

But Ford just shook his head slowly. And then he said, “Everyone makes mistakes.”

Jesse blinked silently and nodded, the first glint of moisture in his eyes.

And then Jesse was dismissed.

Adra stood there with Ford as he watched Jesse walk toward the garage to meet his wife and son. Neither of them said anything for what seemed like a long time until Adra delicately slipped her hand into his, her heart swelling to the bursting point with every ounce of love she had for this man.

“There’s somewhere I need to take you,” she said.

“You’re going to rob me, aren’t you?” Ford said, grinning. “This was all part of a plot to get me to some deserted canyon where you and your gang of hot accomplices are going to rob me blind and take my truck before I have to hunt you all down.”

“Damn. You figured me out.”

“At this point that seems the most plausible explanation.”

“First of all, I did not get us lost.”

“Agreed. We’re not lost because I know exactly where we are,” Ford said. “
You
don’t know where we’re going.”

“It’s around here somewhere, I promise. Oh, try that turn, go, go, go!”

Ford hung a dangerous-feeling right turn into another narrow, winding road and flicked his high beams on while he slowed to a crawl. He had no idea what they were looking for, but he might as well try to find it.

“My gang of hot accomplices, huh?” Adra said, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. “I bet they’re all female.”

“I assumed you’d be the leader of a kick-ass girl gang, yeah,” Ford said. “You’d each have your talents.”

“Like the A-team, only hot lady thieves?” Adra said.

“What?” he said. “You’re telling me Hollywood has lied to me?”

Adra swatted at him, laughing, and Ford was seriously considering just pulling over so he could make her moan, just for a little while, just because she’d already done so damn much to lift his mood after what happened back at Volare—when Adra suddenly hit him in the arm, hard.

“There! Right there! I swear to God, it’s exactly like I remember it!”

It wasn’t even a road. It looked like an opening in the brush.

Dutifully, Ford turned into that brush, knowing his truck could handle it, and found an unkempt dirt road. And then they came upon a dead end, and he suddenly understood what they’d been looking for.

It was fucking beautiful.