Wife Me Bad Boy (22 page)

It wasn’t. It was Rob.

“Oh,” I said, “hi, honey. Did the jewelry store call you about the engagement ring yet?”

I’d been nervous ever since choosing it. I’d been in a funny mood at the time, and now I had no idea how he’d react when he got the news that I’d selected such an expensive diamond.

“That’s the thing I wanted to talk to you about, Lacey.”

“Is it the price? I can choose something cheaper. That was a pretty extravagant ring.”

“It’s not the price. It’s something else.”

“Well, what is it, Rob?” I said, starting to worry. “Has something happened?”

“No, nothing’s happened, it’s just … .”

“Just what?”

There was a long pause. “It’s just, I have to call off the wedding, Lacey.”

“What?” I said, as if he’d just slapped me in the face.

“I’m afraid so.”

“You’re afraid so? You only just asked me to marry you. I’ve told all my friends.”

“I’m sorry about that.”

“Why are you doing this?”

There was another pause, as if he was thinking of what to say. All the worst possible thoughts flashed through my mind. I’d been rejected before by men, but I would never get used to it. It hurt more than anything else. I knew what was coming next. He was going to say it was because I wasn’t beautiful enough. I didn’t measure up to the women at his work, like Cassie. I could picture her, her perfect body, her perfect breasts, her perfect face. That’s what he wanted. He was going to tell me he was already cheating on me with her, or someone just like her. He was going to break my heart, and then stamp all over the pieces, leaving them in tattered ruins so that I’d never be able to open my heart to another man again.

“It’s just too sudden,” he said.

“Too sudden?”

“I asked you to marry me so quickly, without thinking, because I was so attracted to you, Lacey.”

“I never even felt like you were that attracted to me. You’ve hardly touched me. We haven’t even, you know, had sex.”

“That’s because I was too intimidated by you.”

“Intimidated?”

“Yes, you’re the most beautiful girl I ever went out with. That’s why I proposed.”

“Really? I thought I didn’t measure up to the hot women at your clinic.”

“Not at all, Lacey. You’re way more beautiful than all of them. It’s just, I proposed to you without giving proper consideration to my position in life. I’ve got a lot of things going on at work. I don’t think I can commit to our relationship, and our marriage, and give it the attention it deserves right now. It wouldn’t be fair of me to hold you to the proposal.”

“So you’re calling off the wedding because you want to focus on your career?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Not because you don’t think I’m good enough?”

“Not at all. If anything, you’re too good.”

My heart was pounding in my chest. This was the best breakup I’d ever had in my life. I was used to guys breaking up with me so that they could screw other women. It was a completely new experience to hear this, even if it still carried all the heartbreak of a breakup. The thing was, I wasn’t heartbroken. If I was honest, my heart wasn’t in the relationship with Rob either. It was something that had just happened. There wasn’t any passion in it for either of us.

Plus, it meant I wouldn’t have to think of a way to tell him I was pregnant with Grant’s baby. I supposed that was a relief of sorts.

“So it wasn’t the quarter of a million dollar engagement ring?” I asked.

Rob laughed. There was stress in his voice, but I think he was genuinely relieved that he didn’t have to deal with that ring.

“About that,” he said. “The jewelers called me. They said you’d selected a ring, but then they said that it had been sold to someone else.”

“What?”

“Yes, someone else bought it for his fiancée. I wouldn’t have been able to give it to you.”

“Someone else bought it?”

“Yes, and they called the very day you were in their shop, so whoever bought it, bought it the same day you looked at it.”

“Damn,” I said. “I’d have thought the lady at the store would have held it for me for a while at least. She knew I wanted it.”

“I guess at that price, they take the sale when they can get it.”

“Wow. That’s one lucky girl,” I said. “That ring was a one in a million.”

“Tell me about it,” Rob said.

“I only chose it because I was upset with you for not coming with me.”

Rob laughed again, but it was a pretty weak laugh. We wished each other well and hung up. All in all, I’d say it was the gentlest, most lighthearted breakup I’d ever been through. Which was a surprise given the fact that we’d been engaged to be married.

I put down the phone and let out a long sigh. I was relieved. I didn’t want to spend my life alone, not by a long shot, but deep down, I always knew Rob wasn’t the man for me. Plus, it meant I’d no longer have to wear the crazy make up and clothing he’d insisted on. I’d keep some of it, I liked looking good, but only the things I genuinely liked.

I also thought about that diamond ring. What man in his right mind would pick that for his sweetheart? I supposed true love did really exist out there, somewhere.

Chapter 38

Lacey

I
FELT STRANGE AFTER ROB’S CALL.
I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself. It was almost as if a huge weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I went outside and turned on the pool lights. The water glowed an azure blue. It was a clear night, absolutely cloudless. There were so many stars in the sky they reminded me of the sparkles I’d seen in the diamonds at the jewelry store.

I turned on the hot tub with the intention of sitting in it for a while with a glass of wine, but then I remembered I couldn’t drink wine. I had a baby to think of. I decided I might call Faith later and tell her what had happened.

I went inside, up to my bedroom, and changed into my bathing suit. I wrapped myself in my warm robe and then went to the kitchen and made some tea.

When I went back outside, the hot tub was ready. I was about to get in, when I looked over at the barn. That night with Grant flashed through my mind. It would be with me forever. Not just because it was seared into my memory, but because it had made me pregnant. There was no undoing it, not ever. That’s what Grant had said he’d wanted, too.

He’d said, “we’re going to risk it, Lacey. We’re going to let God decide. If something happens, it happens.” I shook my head at the boldness of it. Had he somehow planned all of this? I knew it was impossible, but somehow, I felt that if anyone could pull off the impossible, it was Grant.

I walked toward the barn, which felt strange in my bathing suit and robe, and opened the door. I checked on the horses. They were all fine. Jackson had been working with them during the day.

Then I looked over at the ladder that led up to the loft. Without thinking, I went to it and started climbing.

That’s where it happened. That’s where it all began. Grant and I had merged our bodies right there on that hay. My heart fluttered just thinking about it. It had been ecstasy. It had been perfect.

Then I looked up at the beam above me. I wanted to check if Grant still had those photos of me. I reached up and found the flask of whiskey. It was almost empty. I put it back up on the beam, then I reached around for the envelope.

I found it and took out the contents. Sure enough, my pictures were still there. The young Lacey that Grant had secretly fallen in love with. It was still hard to believe he’d had such a strong crush on me all those years ago. There was also a letter. I remembered there’d been a letter the last time I opened the envelope. I’d never actually read it. I’d been so swept off my feet by Grant’s passion to even think about a letter. Now I could read it.

I unfolded the pages and realized there were two letters there. The older one from all those years ago, and a much newer one.

I read the older one first.

Lacey,

You barely know me, but please listen to me. I know this sounds crazy, and that there’s no way I could possibly know this yet, but I’m the man for you. God made one man for you, one man in all the world, and that man is me. I’m your one and only. It’s the truth. Don’t ask me how I know. I just do. The first night I got here, I saw you coming down the stairs and it was like I was looking at an angel coming down from heaven. I always knew I’d meet an angel some day. The priest said, when my parents died, that an angel watched over us all. I didn’t believe him at the time, but when I saw you, his words finally made sense to me. You’re my angel Lacey, and I’m going to make you mine. I swear it. I’m going to take you, like a swooping eagle takes a fish from a mountain lake. There’s nothing you can do about it. You’ve always been mine, and you always will be, no matter what.

Forever yours,

Grant Lucas

Tears were falling down my eyes as I read those words. I clutched the paper to my chest. What might have happened if Grant had given me that letter all those years ago? How much different might our lives have been? Would we be married now, with a family, with children? Would we be happy? Would my father have consented to our marriage? Those were all questions to which there would never be an answer. It was impossible to know how differently things might have been.

I opened the second letter, the newer one, not knowing what to expect.

Lacey,

I should have said these words to you years ago. I’ve been a fool. I know it. Please forgive me. I’ve always loved you. It wasn’t just a crush back then, all those years ago, it was the real thing, and it’s still the real thing. The night we were together at Faith and Jackson’s wedding was the best night of my life. I can’t describe what I feel about it. It felt so right, like our destiny. I know we’re meant to be together, and I’m not going to let anything get in the way, anymore.

Be mine, Lacey. Forget everything else, forget all the mistakes I’ve made, forget what an idiot I’ve been, and give yourself, body and soul, to me. I promise I’ll take care of you and honor you.

Let me make you my wife. Let me make you the mother of my children. I beg you. I want everything you have to offer, Lacey. All the joy and love in your heart, I want it to be mine and no one else’s.

Be my bride, and the mother of my children, and I’ll never be so stupid as to let you out of my grasp again.

Forever yours,

Grant Lucas

I almost fainted. It was as if someone had reached into the deepest depths of my soul and grabbed my most ardent, heartfelt, desires. All I wanted was for the contents of that letter to become reality. When had Grant written it? It was since the wedding. Had he planned on giving it to me and then found out about my engagement to Rob? Would he still want to give it to me when he found out I was finished with Rob? My heart was racing. My mind was racing. I breathed deep gulps of air. I was too overcome to even think straight. Two letters, written seventeen years apart, and they both said almost exactly the same thing. It was uncanny, surreal. It was destiny.

I quickly put the letters back in the envelope and placed it back on the beam. If Grant was going to give me that letter, I didn’t want to do anything that would jeopardize that. I wouldn’t tell him I’d read it. I put the letter back exactly as it had been. He couldn’t know I’d seen it.

Then I sat down on the bail of hay that we’d made love on, and started to cry.

Chapter 39

Grant

I
COULDN’T FIND LACEY WHEN
I got home. I searched the living area downstairs, then I went upstairs and checked her bedroom. She wasn’t there. The pool lights were on so I went outside but she wasn’t there either. Nor was she in the hot tub, which was also on. I knew Grady and Forrester were out on a job in Las Vegas and Lacey would have been home alone. I was just beginning to worry when I saw that the lamp in the barn was on.

I approached the barn slowly. For some strange reason, I knew that once I got there, something big would happen. Either I’d find Lacey and she’d be fine, checking on the horses or something, or I’d find something else. I began to think of all the terrible things Rob might try to do to her to get back at me.

“Lacey?” I called, from the door of the barn.

There was absolute silence. I waited a few seconds, and then she answered.

“Grant, I’m up here.”

She was in the loft. I climbed the ladder, a dull throb of pain in my shoulder as I did. When I got to the top, I saw the most seductive image imaginable. It was Lacey, the woman I was so deeply in love with that it was beginning to take over my very soul, and she was laying back on the hay, dressed in a robe, with tears in her eyes.

“What are you doing up here?” I asked.

“I could ask the same of you,” she answered.

I looked at her, drinking in the ravishing sight.

“I have a reason to be here,” I said. “I’m claiming what’s mine.”

She looked startled by my words. I didn’t care. I wanted to startle her.

I walked over to her and without hesitating, leaned down and put my lips over hers. Immediately she responded, pressing her lips against mine, opening her mouth and allowing me to push my tongue into it. I took hold of her head, my hands covered by her flowing, soft hair, and I kissed her like I’d never kissed anyone before. I kissed her like my life depended on it.

My life did depend on her. Try as we both had, there was no way we could resist the force that sought to bring us together. We were completely powerless against our destiny.

I pulled her closer to me, pressing her body against mine. The robe fell open, and I saw that she was dressed only in a bathing suit. My mouth continued to kiss hers, my tongue licking her tongue, licking her lips, and then slowly moving down from her mouth, over her neck, and then to her breasts.

A wave of raw desire coursed through me as my lips reached her nipple. I took it into my mouth and sucked gently, running my tongue around the areola in rapid circles. She sighed. She wanted this too. She wanted me every bit as passionately as I wanted her.