Three years later.
"The city is in an uproar. Drew McBride, heir to the McBride Foods, finally appears." Britt Shelby, Anchor 24 Tv news reporter, nearly bounced on her chair. Her eyes shone with glee. "After three years of silence and absence."
Maddie rolled her eyes. Oh the life of the rich. To have the whole world practically living on the things you did and didn't do. Who cared about a twenty-two year old young lady, who was waitressing to make needs met for herself and a sixty year old lazy scumbag, who was unfortunately her father? No one. But when an entitled, pompous, profligate millionaire walks into the city? Hold up everyone! The rapture was near.
"Rumor has it that not even his uncle and cousin knew where he disappeared to after burying both parents." Kris, Britt's co-anchor, chipped in.
"The question is why now?" To say the hot Blondie reporter was excited was an understatement.
Bored, she turned off the TV and gulped down her soggy cereals. She shouted a goodbye to her father, who was probably too hungover to register her greeting, and hurried out.
Catching the shuttle, she plugged in her ears, and started her daily ritual of ignoring the bored, sad and tired gazes that usually characterize the faces of the shuttle's regular passengers.
She allowed the song to wash over her. Here was where she gathered the mental strength to face the craziness of each day at the cafe. Because to wait tables at Lobster's Cafe, a gal needed all the reinforcements she could get. It wasn't all that bad, though. There was the bantering and harmless flirtation, whenever Bruce was not harping at her to not fraternize with the customers, that is. And there was the fact that it brought her money.
That golden paycheck made it all, including Burce's surliness, worth it.
The shuttle rocked to a stop and she jumped out.
"You're late." Bruce's angry voice greeted her as she entered the kitchen through the back door.
Maddie rolled her eyes, tying the strings of the faded blue apron that all waitress wore around her waist. "By a minute, Bruce. That doesn't count. Look for something else to gripe about. Besides, it isn't like anyone is here…"
"Yet."
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes again. The cafe was practically falling on its ears. It was a wonder they even had any customer. The food was good, though. So she guessed that was reason enough for their loyal customers. She walked out to the front door and flipped the sign to open.
Plugging her ears back, she swiped the counter. Her feet tapped and her waist swayed. She threw her hands above her head, and swayed her hips harder. "You one of dem gals that ain't trying to meet nobody. You just here for the party. If I'm wrong hen stop me. You one of dem gals that's here trying to make us want ya. You tryin' to make us want ya." She crooned along with Lee Brice. "You're one of them girls. And I'm one of them boys, who'll trade his whole world. For one of them girls." She wiped the counter with added flourish, then she turned to the kitchen to get the pot of coffee. Bruce gave her the stink eye but she ignored him. Just kept singing under her breath.
She stepped back into the cafe, and found a man leaning on the wall beside the door. She jumped. The coffee pot slipped and crashed, black liquid pooling at her feet.
"Taylor!" Bruce shouted from the kitchen.
She crouched down and began to hurriedly pick the shattered glasses. Knowing Bruce, he was going to remove the money for another coffee pot and the wasted coffee from her pay. The removal was going to set her plans aback, but she had no choice. How long has the dratted man been standing there? How had she not heard him come in? They had a bell hanging up by the door, for God sake.
A shard slipped. She tried to catch it and got her finger sliced. "Owww!"
He was there immediately, the dratted man. Crouching beside her and taking her injured hand on his. "Let me see."
His voice was like honey, flowing over her in the most pleasant sensation.
Snap out of it, gal.
He shrugged out of his jacket and pressed it to the cut.
She blinked at the softeness. Narrowing her eyes, she looked closely at the jacket. There was no doubt about. That jacket he was pressing to her cut was way, way what she could ever afford.
"The jacket probably worth more than my blood." She muttered.
He laughed.
She looked up. And had her breath sucked out of her lungs. A square jaw sporting a cleft in its chin — God, she had always been a sucker for clefts. Lips in the shape of cupid bows. A nose that archer perfectly. Sunglasses his his eyes but she would get her last dollar that they were smoky hot. Probably blue. A pair of baby blues to go with that beautiful blond hair.
She opened her mouth to thank him but found herself asking, "who wears sunglasses this early in the morning?" She should be mortified, but one has to admit that it was quite weird.
His thick brows shot up and his lips twitched with surpressed laughter.
Tilting her head, she leaned in and considered him closely. Expensive running suits. Sneakers that looks like it cost more than the mortgage on her parents' house. And he was wearing sunglasses. They could only mean one thing. The dratted man tending to her cut was famous.
Just then, he began to gather the broken shards.
"No." She reached out to stop him. "You shouldn't. I made the mess, I clean it."
He smiled — and her heart became a wild mustang in her chest. "Why don't you go wash your hand? I'll be done before you return."
She paused.
He nodded towards the kitchen. "I mean it. Go on."
She nodded her thanks and went into the kitchen. She turned on the spigot and placed her hand underneath the running water.
"You broke the coffee pot, didn't you?" Bruce snarled.
"You can take it from my pay."
"Oh, you bet I am."
She turned the water off and lifted the finger close to her face. The blood was still oozing out, but it was much slower. She wrapped it back in the jacket. Using her uninjured hand, she put another pot of coffee on the gas.
Then she tied the jacket around her waist for easy access and returned to the handsome customer.
"How's the cut?" He asked immediately she stopped by his table.
"I'll live." She smiled. "Thanks."
He flashed her a mischievous grin. "It's the least I could do. Not after entertaining me."
He didn't mean… She scowled. "How long were you standing by the door?"
"Long enough to know you should feature in So You Think You Can Dance."
And to think she had been thinking he was a wonderful person. She dug into her apron and brought out her small notebook. "What would you like to order?"
"Are you sure you can use that hand?"
She chose to ignore him. "What can I get you?'
His smile turned suave. He dropped his arm on the table and leaned towards her. "Your name." He said, his voice low.
Ah, a smooth one. "That's not on the menu. Sorry." She made sure she sounded unapologetic.
"But you can offer it to me." His voice was like velvet and her heart tripped in response. "It's the least you can do, you know. A compensation for tending your wound."
"Ah, but my entertainment already covered that."
His smile widened into a full blown grin.
"Are you out there yapping or taking orders, girl?" Bruce shouted from the kitchen.
If Bruce didn't calm down, he would shout himself into an heart attack. And that would leave her jobless.
She turned back to Mr. Billionaire Stranger. "You heard the boss, hotshot. What would it be?"
One brow cocked upward. "Hotshot?"
She looked pointedly at his sweatpants and sneakers. "Well, it's not exactly like your wardrobe isn't shouting it."
That seemed to amuse him the more.
She clicked her pen.
"One hamburger, regular. Well done. Some tortilla chips and your hottest sauce." He looked into her eyes. "I like 'em hot."
She laughed. "Try harder, hotshot." She cast a saucy look over her shoulders.
Drew’s heart was full as he watched Aunt Lauren fuss over Madeline and their daughter. She, Uncle Keith and Aiden had come over immediately they got home from the hospital.He noted the look of wonder that came upon his wife’s face as she stared at the face of the precious baby in her arms.Melissa Vivianne McBride.Melissa because Madeline had always loved the name. Vivianne after his mother.He may or may not have choked up when she named their daughter after his mother.A tap on his shoulder turned his gaze away from the two people he had been staring at all day. “I have something to tell you.” Aiden said, his eyes so serious.He remembered when Madeline told him that Aiden would let him know what had been going on when it was time. It seemed now was time.With a nod, he stood up, mouthed the words, “be right back” to Madeline and headed to his study, Aiden keeping in step with him.He opened the door and allowed Aiden to step in first before bringing in the rear. “What’s it, Aid
“Wait, what?” Aiden’s eyes bounced between Drew and Maddie.Drew nodded. “You are going to be an uncle.”Aiden swallowed hard. The hard guy looked as if he was about to tear up. “I wanted to ask how but I remember how many times I had to excuse myself out of the room so that you guys could…”“Aiden!” Drew exclaimed while she just laughed. “We get it.”Aiden’s face softened in a smile. He stood up and pulled her up into a hug. Then he gave Drew a one-shouldered hug. “Congratulations, guys. I am so happy for you both. To think that I was so opposed to all these from the beginning.” His eyes got flooded with emotions. “I am so glad it all worked out. Does Mom and Dad know?” “Aunt Lauren was the first to figure it out.” Drew answered. “Even before we did.”Aiden laughed, then suddenly got caught up in his thoughts. When he pulled himself out of his thoughts, he flashed them a bright — perhaps a tad overbright — smile. “Whether a boy or a girl, I am the child’s godfather. You guys going t
“I am fine!” Maddie esclaimed for the umpteeneth time that day and it was only just one in the afternoon.“I will believe that when you stop sleeping like a log of wood.” Drew shot back.Her mouth rounded in an ‘O’ of surprise, then she burst into laughter. “That was not so very nice, Drew. You don’t go around telling a woman that she sleeps like a log of wood.”“Not when the woman is my wife and is stubbornly claiming that she is fine even though clearly she isn’t.”She had been sleeping alot recently. And she might or might not have just woken up from what was supposed to be a very short nap that elongated into a good sleep. But that was not the point. She was fine. “I am fine. Everyone has the right to feel overwhelmed once in a while.”“What is overwhelming you, love.?”“School. Classes. Reading. I am preparing for exams and I have been reading alot.”“Baby, you’ve been falling asleep while reading. The number of times I’ve had to carry you from where you had zonked out to the b
It was like he lost his parents all over again.Drew stared at the headstone marking the remains of his parents, and his heart constricted within him. His grip on the bouquet of flowers tightened. Never had he felt so much anger.As he read the epitaph, the words “they shouldn’t be here” kept echoing in his mind. And that did nothing to help his anger. Or grief.He wasn’t sure he felt grief. Not when it felt like his heart was a hollow basket, and the lacrimal glands in his eyes had gotten so dry, he was no longer capable of producing tears.Was this what grief felt like?A soft hand covered his hand holding the flowers. Feminine fingers pried his fingers from their chokehold, collecting the flowers in the process. Without a word, he watched his wife lay the flowers on his parent’s grave. When she turned, wrapped her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest, he held her tightly. Like she was his anchor. And she was. In this time when he felt out of touch with everything,
Aiden looked like death warmed over. Maddie opened the door wider and stepped back. “You look terrible.”Aiden chuckled. “Thank you.” He sobered. “It is good to see you.”She smiled back. She really must have given Drew the scare.”This is where I belong.”“Glad you realized it before I had to lasso you and drag you back to my friend.”She laughed. “I would like to see you try. Drew is asleep and you look like you could use a good nap yourself. Why don’t you make use of one of the guest rooms?”Aiden nodded and started towards the stairs.“This was what you suspected, wasn’t it?” She asked, stopping him on his tracks. “That day I accused you.”“I won’t say accuse. It was more of a challenge. And yes, it is what I suspected. After his parents’ will was read and he disappeared to his mountain cabin, my dad mentioned it in passing one day that Rich had been the one to suggest that the caveat be tied to Drew’s inheritance. According to Dad, the caveat was supposed to be on all of his inhe
Since Maxwell lawyered up, the questioning as it were was over — or at least till his lawyer arrived. But Drew could not find the strength to move from the spot he had been standing since the questioning started. Maxwell’s confession was still echoing in his head. His parents’ accident had not been an accident but a murder. His parents should not have died.His throat closed and it was all he could do to breathe.The door to the observation room opened and Aiden walked in. his friend’s eyes were pained. He moved towards Drew. “it is going to be a long night. You should head home.”All he could do was nod.Aiden was quiet for some moments. “I am sorry you had to hear that.”He shook his head. “I am not. It hurts like dickens but it is better than never knowing.”Aiden’s hand came up to squeeze his shoulder in an act of comfort. “Take care. I’ll come by the house once I am done here.”He nodded. “I will have Max drop you.”He sure was not in the mental state to drive himself. “Thank