Honor Bound (13 page)

And I realized then that I was just as guilty of this as they were. I was every bit as guilty.

I’d done the same thing to Sebastian.

***

After dinner that evening, I drove out to Sebastian’s hotel. I didn’t know if he’d be there or not, but I was too nervous to call first.

I didn’t know if he’d want to talk to me at all, but I needed to say something to him.

I saw his SUV in the parking lot, so I pulled my car in beside it and then made my way to his door.

I stood in the hallway in front of it for a full minute, trying to catch my breath, trying to keep my hands from shaking.

I didn’t exactly succeed.

Finally, I was so nervous that I almost just ran back to the elevator, so I made myself knock on the door to keep from retreating.

The door swung open just after the knock, and Sebastian stood before me. He wore a pair of sweatpants and nothing else. His hair was slightly mussed and he needed to shave. There were shadows under his eyes, and his green eyes were full of astonishment as he registered my appearance.

“Hi,” I said stupidly.

He didn’t reply immediately, just kept staring at me.

He was so big and strong and rumpled and masculine and confused and dear that I completely lost it.

I burst out, “I wanted to say I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about it a lot, and I know now that I wasn’t fair to you. I was expecting you to sacrifice everything for what I wanted to happen, and I wasn’t really thinking about you. About what you need. About what’s important to you. I know your family is important to you, and you can’t just give them up because I want you to. It’s not fair to you. I wasn’t fair to you. And so I really need to apologize.”

If anything, he seemed more frozen than before as he listened to my rambling words.

I took a ragged breath and continued before I lost the courage. “I don’t know what I was thinking. I don’t think I’m really a selfish person. I was just so…so desperate. And it seemed like the way to fix things finally fell into my lap. So I just assumed you would help me, without thinking about what it might mean to you. I don’t know why. I’m really sorry about that. No matter how much I was falling in love with you, I shouldn’t have assumed you were there just to please me or fix my life. I know that fixing things can’t be so easy. I’m trying to start. With my family and everything.”

Sebastian still didn’t say anything. Still didn’t do anything but stare. I didn’t know if he was stunned or confused or just cold to me now.

The words kept spilling out. “It’s like you said before—I need to treat my family like a relationship and not like I’m their servant. It’s getting better, I think. My dad went to his first AA meeting today. So I think it can get better. I know, to you, we were just having fun. I blew the chance to even have that much. I know it’s over. So I’m not asking for anything. I just wanted to say I’m sorry.”

I took one more breath and concluded. “So that’s all I came here to say. I’m really sorry. Despite how I acted, I do care about you. And I hope you work things out with your family too.”

I saw his brows draw together, and I was suddenly terrified. That I’d said too much. Exposed too much. Made a complete fool of myself.

I was glad I’d apologized, but I felt like I was stripped completely naked and now he was going to reject me.

After all, if you were just “getting laid” with a girl, then you wouldn’t necessarily want to hear her pour out her whole heart.

So I turned on my heel and hurried down the hall

.

Sebastian

“Wow. It’s nice that they let you dress up in a tux tonight.”

I was scanning the perimeter of the room as guests were starting to arrive for the Gentry event, and Declan had just positioned himself behind me. “And what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked—knowing full-well that there was a smartass response coming my way.

“I just thought that they’d want you decked out in your ‘dress’ rent-a-cop uniform.” He stepped around so that he was beside me. “I was hoping to get pictures.”

Part of me wanted to punch him in the throat. Part of me wanted to laugh. I opted for the laughter. “Fuck you.”

“Sorry, dude. I keep telling you that you’re not my type.”

“Shit, are the two of you discussing why you’re not a couple again?” Cole asked, approaching before either of us had seen him. He laughed at his own comment as he came to stand beside us. “I’d kill for a drink right about now.”

“You’ve only been here thirty minutes,” I reminded him.

“Yeah, but I’ve been in this damn tux for an hour, and it’s choking me.”

Declan shook his head. “So uncivilized. It’s like you were raised by wolves or something.”

“Screw you,” Cole said, but there wasn’t much behind it. “So what’s the plan? We just supposed to stand around and people watch all night?”

“For the most part. I’ve got secondary people positioned around the house to make sure that no one goes to any of the restricted areas or snoops around. The four of us should mainly stay here in the main ballroom. Use it as an opportunity to schmooze a bit, make connections, while making sure that nothing happens that isn’t supposed to.”

“What the hell does that even mean?” Cole asked.

Declan elbowed him in the ribs. “It means make sure that no one acts like a jackass.”

“Well, then why didn’t he just say that?”

“Probably because his rent-a-cop training has taught him the art of being vague.”

I glared at the two of them. “Don’t you assholes have something to do?” I was about to give them a couple of suggestions when Levi strolled over with Harper on his arm. It was hard to scowl when you looked at them. Out of the three of us, Levi definitely looked the most relaxed. He was happy. He had Harper.

“How is it that you got to bring a date to this thing?” Declan asked, clearly not feeling the happy-vibe coming off Levi and Harper because he was scowling.

“I managed to score an invite-slash-press-pass,” Harper said, smiling. “Technically, I’m here to write a story. The fact that I get to be here with Levi and we’re all dressed up and get to dance and drink champagne is just a perk.”

Cole mumbled something inappropriate under his breath and stalked away. Declan wasn’t quite so secretive about his comments, but at least he ended it with well-wishes for a good time before walking away.

“What about you, Seb?” Levi asked. “No snarky comments?”

“Really? You think the ‘rent-a-cop’ has the right to say anything?” I joked.

Both Levi and Harper laughed before Harper excused herself on the pretense of going and talking to some colleagues. I knew it was a ruse because, as soon as she was out of earshot, Levi stepped in close. “Seriously, are you okay?”

“What? With you having a date while the rest of us are here alone? Sure. Why not.”

He rolled his eyes and then met mine again. “Not with a date, asshole, but with this whole situation. Everything going all right?”

I shrugged. “I told you all from the beginning that this was basically a no-brainer. The protesters at the gate have been peaceful the entire time. They weren’t a threat in any way, other than drawing some negative attention to the gala. But really, Gentry was the reason for all of the negative attention. It just gets downplayed because he’s doing something great for this charity. And we both know that it’s not his doing, but his wife’s. His name just garners more attention.”

Levi nodded. “So you think this was all a waste of time?”

My first instinct was to say yes, but then I realized that, had it not been for this job, I never would have met Ali. And even though things hadn’t gone quite the way I had hoped, I still wouldn’t trade having her in my life. “Nah,” I finally said. “I think that, if anything, this was good training for us for future events. We’ll consider it a practice run for an event with real threats.”

“Okay. Good.” I knew Levi well enough to know that he still had more to say. So I waited. “You seem different,” he finally said. “Like something’s changed. Did I miss anything?”

It would be easy to just tell him what had transpired, but I was keeping it to myself for now. By the end of the night, I might want to talk about it, but for now it was something I was holding close to my chest. “No. Nothing to miss. I’ve kept everyone up to date on what was happening.”

“Well, yeah, with this job but…did something happen with your father?”

Was I that freaking transparent? Rather than answer, I shook my head and began scanning the room again. It was filling quickly, but a flash of purple caught my eye, and I felt my heart kick in my chest.

Ali.

I had been to countless formal events in my life, but never had I ever witnessed a true Cinderella moment. It was the only analogy that came to mind because, as Ali walked into the room, it was as if everyone else ceased to exist. There was only her.

I couldn’t help but stare as she smiled nervously as she greeted people. I knew she wasn’t comfortable in the least with the attention she was garnering—or with being dressed up so spectacularly—but only someone who really knew her would even notice.

She continued to move through the room—politely declining offers of food and drink from the passing butler service—and to the casual observer, she was a guest of the event. For the first time since all of the planning had begun, Ali wasn’t dressed like one of the workers who were trying to blend into the background. She looked regal, beautiful, and sexy as hell.

Beside me, Levi cleared his throat. I barely spared him a glance, and thankfully he took the hint and walked away. Good. I didn’t want to focus on him. On small talk. On anything except the woman who turned my life upside down more times than I cared to admit.

Since the night she showed up at the hotel last week and confessed her feelings to me, I couldn’t think of anything else. It would have been easy to call after her and drag her back into my room and make promises and then make love to her all night as I’d ached to do.

But the timing wasn’t right.

In order for us to move forward, other things needed to be settled first. They just weren’t settling fast enough for me. I wanted to walk across the room and have the right to go up to Ali, to kiss her, ask her to dance. And someday, I would. But for now, I had a job to do.

***

I had no idea why I needed to be standing up on the platform, two feet behind Gentry. It was nothing more than the return of the dog and pony show, and I could see my buddies all smirking because I knew they were thinking the exact same thing. It was ridiculous. Not quite as ridiculous as the long-winded speech Gentry was giving, but close.

He must have thanked about a hundred people and then shared an almost-touching story of his personal connection to this particular charity. I knew how fake the words were, the emotions were, the man was.

Jackass.

“We are so pleased with the results of tonight’s fundraiser,” he said. “Together, I know that we are all going to make a difference!”

The room erupted in applause, but I couldn’t be sure if it was because of his comment or because they were glad that he was finally done talking.

Or at least I thought he was.

“We all know why we’re here tonight,” he said, when he stepped back to the microphone. “But there’s a little side-project we’ve been working on that we wanted to take the opportunity to present to you tonight. It’s something that is very near and dear to my—and John Maxwell’s—heart.” He paused a moment, and then my father stepped up onto the stage. “I’m going to pass the microphone to my dear friend and business partner, John Maxwell.”

Another round of applause, and soon Ken was standing beside me, and dear-old-dad was stepping up to the podium. No one told me of this change of plans, and as Levi, Cole, and Declan all looked up at me, I gave the barest of shrugs to let them know that I had no idea what was going on.

“You were supposed to let me know of all the speakers tonight, Ken,” I muttered as I casually turned my head toward him.

“It was a last minute thing, Sebby,” he said, his smile never falling. “And from what I’m told, it’s because of you that we’re having to do this, so don’t go getting all pissy with me.” He faced forward toward the crowd as if nothing had been said.

“In the world of big business,” my father began, “there are times when you lose sight of things. When you’re responsible for thousands of employees and working countless business deals, there are things that can fall through the cracks.” He paused for dramatic effect. “Ken Gentry and I have worked together for more than twenty years. We have many employees who have been with us since the beginning and some that are new to the company. We care for all of them—and their families—as if they were part of our own family.”

Seriously, I felt like I was going to retch from listening to the bullshit. I focused again on Ali. She wasn’t hard to find—my eyes had never been far from her. I’d been watching her every move since she arrived. I could see that she was listening intently to what my father was saying, but she was unable to actually look at him.

“Several years ago, was one of those times when something slipped through the cracks. It wasn’t intentional, but we’re here to right a grievous wrong.”

The man should consider politics, I thought.

“I would like to announce a new project from Maxwell Industries. With the way that the economy has been for the last several years, we are constantly hearing about the unemployment rate, and part of the problem is that so many are lacking in the area of education and technology. We at Maxwell’s believe in being part of the solution and not part of the problem. So starting Monday, we are opening a brand new branch office that will be dedicated to giving new jobs to all of the employees who we had to lay off for financial reasons before. A new career. A new hope.”

The room broke out in wild applause again, and I could see that Ali has gone pale. I wanted to jump off the stage and go to her, but I needed to stay put and let things finish unfolding here.

“These employees are going to first receive new training to get their skills up to date and then they are going to be a part of new movement to help others—like themselves—who have struggled to find work, get the training that they need to get back into the work force.”

More applause.

“And,” he said loudly to be heard over the volume in the room, “to each of those families that have struggled because of lost jobs, each household will receive a full college scholarship to the school of their choice to be used as they see fit for their family. We at Maxwell’s take great pride in taking care of the people who work so hard for us, and right now, those employees are being contacted and receiving their incentive packages to help them come back to work as early as Monday, if they want. Thank you!”

My father turned and shook Ken’s hand, and then they both turned and waved to the crowd. Cameras were flashing, and the press was running up to the stage to ask questions. Before my father stepped forward to take questions, he took two steps back and faced me. “I don’t agree with the way that you went about it, but I have to say, Sebastian, that I’m proud of you.”

I couldn’t help but give him a cocky smile. “Apparently, I learned from the master on how to get things done.”

“It pained me to have to do this, but seeing the response we’re getting, maybe it isn’t such a bad thing. You managed to screw me and make me look like a hero at the same time.” Before I could respond, he shook my hand and pulled me in close. It was the first time in recent memory that I could remember him ever initiating any physical contact. “I really am proud of you, son. Now go and take your business to a level that is worthy of our name.”

And then he was back in politician mode. That was fine with me because that meant I was free. Well and truly free. The guys were all grinning from ear to ear, as if they knew what had just happened. Maybe it was the grin on my face, or maybe it was the fact that my posture was more relaxed. Either way, without words, they knew that we were finally free to move forward.

Unfortunately, someone else was moving forward too. Or back, rather.

I spotted Ali running from the room. Heedless of the crowd on the stage or in front of it, I shoved my way through and jumped down. Luckily I didn’t knock anyone over—much—before I took off after her. There were so many damn people to get through that it was hard to keep a visual on her.

“What’s going on?” Levi asked, coming up beside me, his eyes wildly scanning the room.

“Not now.” I shouldered him out of the way.

“Wait, what’s up?” Cole asked, now making his way through the crowd with me. “I didn’t see anything.”

“Good,” I said and kept moving.

“What the hell?” Levi demanded. “Who are you going after?”