Harlequin Special Edition October 2015, Box Set 1 of 2 (10 page)

“Oh, you bet I am.” She stepped back and pointed at the door. “Please leave my house. Now.”

Finally, her mother stood—and kept on talking. “Can't you see? That new wife of his? She's a pale imitation. She can't hold a candle to you. Ted realizes that now. And you know that you're exaggerating about his behavior, making a big drama out of a little marital spat or two.”

“Wait.” Chloe really, truly could not believe her ears. “What did you say?”

“I said, you're making a big drama of—”

“‘He
realizes
that now'? How could you know what Ted Davies realizes?”

“Well, sweetheart, now listen. You really need to settle down, so that we can speak of this reasonably.”

“Reasonably?” Chloe echoed in a near whisper. The awful truth had hit her like a boot to the head. Her ears were ringing. “You've been in touch with him, haven't you? You've been
encouraging
him.”

Linda got right to work blowing her off. “Well, I... You know I only want what's best for you and I—”

“You've given him my address, haven't you?”

“Oh, don't be foolish. It's not as if you're in hiding.”

“So you did give him my address.”

Linda just wouldn't give it up and answer the question. She let out a low sound of complete disdain. “Don't make such an issue of it. Anyone could find out where you live with a minimum of effort.”

“But Ted didn't have to make
any
effort, right? Because you'll tell him whatever he wants to know.” She grabbed her mother's arm. “That does it. You're leaving.”

Linda squealed. “What are you doing?” She slapped at Chloe. “Let go of me. You're
hurting
me...” The tears started then.

Chloe ignored them. She pulled her mother to the door, yanked it open and shoved her over the threshold.

Linda sobbed, “How can you do this to me? You're breaking my heart.”

Chloe's answer was to firmly shut the door in her face.

Chapter Seven

T
hat night, it took Quinn an extra half hour to chase off all the monsters and get Annabelle settled in bed. He performed his monster-removing duties happily. Partly because he was a total pushover for his little girl. And partly because he knew she needed the extra attention on her first night in her temporary bedroom in the log house across the street from Chloe.

After Annabelle finally went to sleep, he and Manny took beers out to the back deck, where they touched base on the usual household stuff, finances and the move.

They were just wrapping up when his cell chimed. A text. From Chloe. The first, he realized, that he'd ever gotten from her.

That made him smile—initially. And then he had to deal with the words in the little conversation bubble. At least it was only one sentence:
Can you come over now?

Unease curled through him. Something in the starkness of the question didn't sit right. Chloe was generally so gracious and well mannered, the kind of woman to offer a drink and ask a man how his day had been before ever getting down to what she needed from him.

Manny asked, “Chloe?”

“Yeah.” Texting was not his best event. He debated the option of turning up the sound on his text-to-speech app and voice-texting her back. Or he could just call her. But she was only across the street and he felt an urgency to get to her. He rose.

“Something wrong, Crush?”

Quinn clasped Manny's shoulder. “Probably nothing.”

Manny reached up, patted his hand and let him go without a single wiseass remark.

* * *

Chloe must have been standing at the door, peering through the peephole, because she whipped it open before Quinn could raise his hand to knock. One look at her too-pale face and shadowed, red-rimmed eyes and Quinn knew his instincts had been right. Something had gone way wrong.

“Quinn.” She grabbed for him.

He stepped inside, gathered her close and shoved the door shut with his heel.

“Quinn...” She curled against him, tucking her golden head under his chin, her slim arms clutching tight around him, as though she wanted to crawl right inside skin.

It freaked him out a little to see her so out of control. That only happened when he had her naked in bed. The rest of the time, she was the queen of smooth, hard to ruffle. Something had really spooked her. He stroked her hair and rubbed her back and reassured her with low, soothing words. “I'm here. It's okay now, all right? You just hold on tight...”

She burrowed even closer against him and confessed in a torn whisper, “I never, ever had the guts to stand up to her and now it's come down to this. Oh, I hate myself. I'm such a wuss. It shouldn't have gotten to this, I should have stopped her a long time ago. I—”

“Shh,” he soothed. “Shh, now. Take a breath, a long, slow one...”

Obedient as a cowed and frightened child, she took a long, deep one and let it out nice and slow. “Oh, Quinn...” A sob escaped her.

He caught her beautiful face between his hands, tipped it up so he could see her haunted eyes again and took an educated guess. “This is about your mother?”

She hitched in a ragged breath and nodded. “After tonight, she's out of my life. I never want to see her again.”

“Whoa,” he said gently. “Come on, now, angel. Whatever she did, she
is
your mother.”

Chloe pursed up her lips and stuck out her chin. “Don't even remind me.”

“I'm only saying, whatever happened with her, give her a little time. She'll come around.”

“Oh, you don't know her, Quinn,” she insisted. “You don't know her at all.” She sounded downright pissed off.

Which wasn't so bad, he decided. He'd take pissed off over brokenhearted and out of control any day of the week. “Hey.” He stroked her hair some more, brushed a quick kiss across her sweet, trembling mouth. “You gonna talk to me?
Really
talk to me? Because I need a better idea of what happened before I can do much more than hold you and tell you it'll be okay.”

“It was awful. We went at each other. She was like one of those crazed, jealous girlfriends on
The Jerry Springer Show
.” Chloe shut her eyes and sucked in another slow, careful breath. “And I wasn't much better.”

Now, there was an image. Chloe and Linda Winchester going at it on
The Jerry Springer Show
. “Come on. Make some coffee or something. You can tell me what happened.”

A few minutes later, they sat on the sofa. Chloe sipped the hot tea she'd made for herself. “She was waiting on the front step when I got home from work, and she was furious.”

It didn't take a genius to figure out why. “Someone told her about you and me.”

“That's right. She...” Chloe met his eyes then. “I don't even know how to tell you how awful she was.”

“It's okay. You don't have to give me a blow-by-blow. She's never thought much of me or of my family and we knew that from the first.”

“I, well, I want you to know that I didn't back down, Quinn. I didn't evade, either. For the first time in my life I stood right up to her. I told her I was seeing you and I intended to
keep
seeing you and that she'd better accept that.”

“But she wouldn't accept it.”

“No. We yelled at each other. I realized it was going nowhere and I asked her to leave. That was when she let it slip that she's been in touch with my ex-husband.” Chloe's gaze slid away. “I hit the ceiling and threw her out.” She fell silent, and she still wasn't looking at him.

He waited. When she didn't volunteer any more, he said, “It's probably about now that you should tell me whatever it is you're
not
telling me about your ex-husband.”

She did face him then. And she looked stricken. In a small voice, she said, “I don't even know where to begin.” He took her mug from her and set it on the low table. Then he hooked an arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his side. She crumpled against him. “Oh, God...”

He pressed a kiss into her sweet-smelling hair. “It doesn't matter where you start. I'm not going anywhere until you've told me everything I need to know.”

She let out a small, sad little sound. “All my life, all I wanted was to be my mother's good little girl. And look where that's gotten me...”

Quinn said nothing. He held her close.

Finally, hesitantly, she told him the story. “I met Ted Davies at Stanford in my sophomore year. He was four years older than me, in law school. And he was everything my mother raised me to want. Handsome and charming, already rich, from a powerful California family, bound for a successful career as a corporate lawyer. I saw him as perfect husband material, and he saw me as exactly the right wife to stand by him as he climbed to the top. We got married in a gorgeous wine country wedding at the end of my senior year and I went to work being his wife, which both of us considered a full-time job. It was all going so well until Ted lost his temper. He'd decided I'd been too friendly to one of the partners at his office Christmas party. We had a fight. We'd been married for a little more than two years. That was the first time he hit me.” She tipped her head up and looked at Quinn then.

He knew that look. She was checking to see how he was taking it. He met her eyes and stroked her hair and didn't let her see what was going on inside him. He was a simple man, really, especially when it came to stuff like this. A simple man who wanted to track down that jackass she'd married and beat his face in for him.

Chloe lowered her head again and tucked herself against his chest. “I left him.”

“Good.”

She glanced up again. He was ready for that. Playing it easy and accepting for all he was worth, he kissed the tip of her elegant nose. With a sigh, she settled again. “Ted...wooed me back. He went into counseling for anger management to prove to me that he was a changed man.”

“But he wasn't.”

“I'll say this. He didn't hit me again for a long time, though his scary temper was increasingly in evidence as the next four years went by. Three years ago, I found out he was having an affair with a college student, an intern at his firm. I confronted him. When he couldn't convince me that he was totally innocent and that I was only being a small-minded, jealous wife, he lost it. He punched me in the face hard enough to bloody my nose and blacken both eyes. I left him. And after that, I was done. No cajoling or high-powered charm offensive or promises that he'd get more counseling could sway me. I sued for divorce. As it happened, he was still seeing the other woman—and she wanted to be his wife. So I got my divorce and a nice settlement. And Ted got a new, younger wife. And except for how I still feel guilty that I didn't press assault charges against him, that should have been the end of it, right?”

He rubbed a soothing hand up and down her arm. “But it wasn't.”

“I tried to keep going in Southern California. But then Ted started coming around again, talking reconciliation, as if I would even let him near me, as if he didn't have a wife waiting at home. I decided I needed to make a new start—or rather, I realized what I really wanted was to come back where I began and try to get it right this time.”

He tipped her chin up then and kissed her.

She said shyly, “I do feel like I'm finally getting it right, Quinn. Getting it right with you.”

Those fine words dampened his carefully masked fury against the abusive loser she'd married, enough that he kissed her again. And then he asked, “So you're sure that your mother's been in contact with this guy?”

“She wouldn't admit it straight out, but yes. I'm sure she has. She told me how he wants to get back together with me—and my mother's all for that. That was when I finally threw her out. I'm done with her, Quinn. Finished.”

Quinn blew out a slow breath. He was no more a fan of Linda Winchester than Linda was of him. And it turned his stomach that the woman would go behind Chloe's back and encourage the man who'd hurt her.

But there had been deep and painful rifts in his own family, especially back in the day when his father refused to choose between Sondra Oldfield Bravo and Quinn's mother. It wasn't all roses now, but it was better. Since returning to Justice Creek, he'd discovered he actually
liked
his half siblings. That couldn't have happened if they'd refused to give each other a chance.

“Still,” he said. “There's a bond there, a strong one, between you and your mother.”

“It's broken. Broken beyond repair.”

“Chloe, she's family. You gotta keep that in mind, you know? I'm not saying just forgive her and act like nothing happened. But try to be open, okay? Give it time and see if she comes around, makes amends.”

“I wish I could be as accepting and patient as you are.”

Quinn had to stifle a grunt of disbelief when she said that. Yeah, he might be willing to be patient with her mother. But Chloe's ex? He'd like to meet good old Ted in a dark alley some night. Only one of them would come out, and it wouldn't be Davies.

Chloe snuggled in close again. “Can we just...leave the subject of my mother alone for now?”

“Sure. But I got a question.”

She must have picked up something not all that accepting in his tone, because she pushed free of his arms and scooted back to the other couch cushion. “What?”

“You heard from this Ted character since you moved back to Justice Creek?”

Chloe cleared her throat. A definite tell. “No. He, um, hasn't called.”

Quinn knew then that the guy
had
been in contact with her. He reminded her, “You and me, we got something special. And I know when you're not being straight with me.”

She wrapped her arms around herself and pleaded with those pretty blue eyes. “You have to promise me you won't do anything, won't...go after him or anything.”

Quinn's pulse leaped. He couldn't keep a promise like that. “You just gotta tell me what he did, Chloe. You know that you do, you know that's how we need to be with each other. We need to tell the truth to each other—and
then
we can decide what to do about it.”

She swallowed. Hard. “All right. One time.”

“You've heard from him one time?”

“Yes. He sent me flowers. With a short note that said how flowers remind him of me and he was sorry it didn't work out...”

There was more, he was certain. He pushed for it. “And?”

“The note also said that he, um...missed me. I threw everything—the vase, the flowers, that damn note, too—in the trash compactor and ground it all to bits.”

“When was that?”

“A week ago. Last Wednesday night.”

He wanted to pick up her tea mug from the table and hurl it at the far wall. But he kept it together and said levelly, “That was the night we sat out on your deck and talked for two hours.”

She gazed at him warily now. “What are you getting at?”

“I wish you had told me then—or any day or night since then.”

“That's not fair and you know it. It's been happening pretty fast with us. Think about it. I just couldn't tell you, didn't even know
how
to tell you—not the night it happened or the next day, or the day after that. I can barely talk about it now.”

She had a point. He knew it. And really, he only wanted to neutralize any threat to her. “I don't blame you, angel.” He said it softly, without heat. Because it was true. “No way do I blame you.”

Her sweet face crumpled. “You mean that?”

“You know I do.” He reached for her. She let out a small cry and allowed him to wrap his arms around her again. He held her tight, loving the way she felt, so soft in all the right places. “That's it, then? That's the only move he's made on you since you came back home?”