talking.”
“Must have been one hell of a talk,” Julie said. “I can’t imagine anything making me want to play with him.”
“Please.” Sasha punched her arm, and Dena was glad to see some of her old playful spirit. “You can’t imagine playing with anyone other than Daniel and you know it.”
“True. But even if I could, it wouldn’t be Cole.”
“I don’t see why not. He’s hot. And that accent?” Sasha sighed, then looked over at Dena. “It was the accent, wasn’t it?”
Dena had almost forgotten she was the one talking, she was so flustered at Sasha’s remark. As far as she knew, this was the first time Sasha expressed an interest in any guy following the scene with Peter that had put her in the hospital months ago. And she really couldn’t believe it was over a Dominant with Cole’s reputation.
She tried to cover her surprise. “No. It wasn’t his accent. I think it was because so many of his actions and responses reminded me of Jeff.”
Julie looked down at the table. Sasha absentmindedly twirled her wineglass. Abby met her gaze but remained quiet.
“You know, he said to me that all my friends tiptoed around it. And he was right,” Dena said. “Look at you guys. And I let you do it. I’m a big girl. I can talk about Jeff without breaking into pieces.”
“We don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable,” Julie said.
“Yes, that’s true. But it’s also true that I should know better.” Sasha looked especially pained. “I remember my first group meeting after … Peter. Everyone would look at me and whisper, but it was all, ‘How’s work going?’ when they worked up the courage to talk to me. And I let them avoid the subject. I was hiding.”
“It’s okay,” Dena said. “I’ve been unwilling to talk about it for so long, I should probably put a sign around my neck that says ‘It’s okay. I can say the word “Jeff.”’”
“Tell us what you and Cole talked about,” Abby said.
“We went through our sob stories. Mine with Jeff. His with Kate. After a while the room just hummed. You know that feeling?” The women nodded, so she went on. “We never made it to the playroom, though. I realized Jeff was too much in my mind to be with anyone else.”
“If it had been a different situation, would you have done it?” Julie asked.
“You mean if both of us still weren’t hung up on our exes?” At Julie’s nod, she continued. “I think so. He’d certainly be an interesting Dom to play with. But I couldn’t—not with Jeff so fresh in my heart.”
Everyone held still, waiting for Dena to continue.
“He said something, though, that stuck with me. He claimed I was living with a ghost and I needed to either bury it or banish it by fighting for the real thing.”
“What are you going to do?” Abby asked.
Dena took a deep breath. She’d gone over her plans in her head, but she’d yet to vocalize them. This would be the first time she spoke them out loud. “I’m thinking about taking some time off work. A month or two. I have the time coming to me.”
“Are you going to …?” Julie looked at her with excitement growing in her eyes.
Dena found it so easy to say the words with Julie sounding so excited about what she was going to potentially say. “Yes. I’m thinking about going to Colorado. To fight for the real thing.”
Abby burst into a big smile. “I knew it! I knew you guys were going to work it out.”
“Whoa, there,” Dena said. “I said I was thinking about going to Colorado—not that I was. And even if I do go, Jeff might show me the door as soon as I arrive.”
“Have you ever even seen the way he looks at you?” Julie asked. “There’s not a woman in this world who wouldn’t kill for a man to look at her just once the way Jeff looks at you.”
“There’s so much history between us. I’m not sure we can overcome it.”
“Love conquers all,” Sasha said, lifting her glass. “Or so I’ve heard.”
“Sometimes life gets in the way.” Dena wasn’t aware of how much of her history with Jeff Abby and the others knew about, and she didn’t feel like talking about her lost pregnancy at the moment. “We’ve tried to fight it before.”
“You have to keep trying,” Julie said. “That’s what makes it so sweet when you finally make it. It’s like that with everything. You value what you’ve had to work for.”
Julie would know. She’d had to fight her own inner demons before she was able to find her happily ever after with Daniel. Her fight had been worth it. It was obvious to anyone how happy they were as a couple.
“We had a really awesome night just before he left,” Dena said. “But I messed up the next day.”
“Everyone messes up,” Abby said. “Remind me to tell you about my first few months with Nathaniel sometime.”
Dena shook her head. “You didn’t see him. I think I went too far. I think he’s over me for good.”
“Not possible,” Julie said. “I’ve seen you two together, and I’ve seen the way he looks at you. Trust me. You guys could live on separate continents and he wouldn’t get over you.”
“I agree,” Abby said in an almost whisper.
Dena looked over to Sasha and raised an eyebrow. “You believe that, too?”
“I want to,” she replied. “I’ve never had a relationship like yours. Or Julie’s. Or Abby’s.”
Julie took her friend’s hand. “You just haven’t met the right guy yet. Your time’s coming.”
Sasha whispered a “thank you.”
“And you,” Julie said with a determined look on her face. “You need to get yourself to Colorado. We’ll help you pack.”
Jeff hated everything about Colorado. At night, when he couldn’t sleep, he’d play a game with himself where he’d try to come up with a list of things he liked about the state. He always fell asleep before he could think of one.
When he’d arrived three weeks ago, he’d been shocked at just how bad his father looked. Even though he knew hospice had been called and his dad had only weeks to live, seeing him with the IVs giving his skeletal body morphine had taken his breath.
“You should have told me sooner,” he told his dad.
His reply was a raspy, “Would you have gotten here any faster?”
Jeff didn’t have an answer for that. Not one he could voice. The truth was, he didn’t think it would have mattered. He’d probably have stayed with Dena. His father had never been a real father to him. The sad fact was, his dying didn’t change that. But Jeff felt guilty whenever he admitted that to himself.
Hell, he was tired of feeling guilty.
One more thing he hated about Colorado—the guilt he felt whenever he was around his father. Apparently, Wilmington, Delaware, didn’t hold sole rights to his guilty conscience.
Nearly two thousand miles hadn’t kept Dena from his thoughts. She was on his mind constantly. He considered it a small victory when he went half an hour without thinking about her. Or worrying. It killed him that she’d received another phone call and he was so far away. He felt like a failure. Even though Tom was working on the case, Jeff worked late into the night after his father was asleep, looking over files and running searches. There was something somewhere he overlooked, and he was determined to find it. He wouldn’t be able to live if something happened to her.
During the day he pictured her at work. He’d seen her in court once. Snuck in without telling her he was going to show up. Seeing her work the courtroom, so confident and sure of herself, had been an instant turn-on, made all the more intense by the silver cuff she’d been wearing that marked her as his. He’d been surprised to discover he wasn’t jealous of the unabashed way men had stared at her with longing and desire in their eyes. She didn’t once pay them any mind, and he knew whose bed she’d be in when night came.
But the nights in Colorado were far worse than the days. Alone in his childhood bedroom and all the memories that came with it—finding his mother drunk and passed out on the kitchen flo
or, his father’s absence—had him tossing and turning all night, wishing Dena was beside him. Even with all those years of sleeping apart, it’d taken only that one night together for his body to remember how it was to share a bed with her.
Jeff sighed as he washed the breakfast dishes on his fourth Tuesday morning in his father’s house. They were the same blue and white flowered china he remembered from childhood. When his father died, he was going to throw them away.
His father had had an appointment with his oncologist the day before. The doctor had told them it was only a matter of time. His father had refused to listen.
“Damn quack doctor,” he’d snapped. “Said that a month ago, and I’m still here.”
Jeff had been silent, but later that day when he’d entered the living room quietly, thinking his father was asleep, he’d found him instead sitting on the side of the bed, crying. Jeff stood frozen, hesitating. He’d lived with his father’s anger his entire life. He didn’t know what to make of his fear. But his feet eventually moved him forward, and he put a hand on his dad’s bony shoulder. It was the first time he’d touched him in years, and the contact made his father crumple. He reached his arms up and embraced Jeff, and they’d both wept until they’d exhausted themselves.
The doorbell rang while he was in the middle of washing a plate, snapping him out of his thoughts. He put the dish towel down and jogged to the front door. His father was taking a nap, and he didn’t want the doorbell to ring again.
He couldn’t imagine who would be coming by the house. His father had very few friends in the community. Even the local church had eventually stopped coming by, thanks to his ability to offend even the most patient visitors.
He opened the door and stopped short.
“Surprise!”
He stared at Dena for what seemed like hours. Surely she was a hallucination he’d conjured up to ease the misery of being in Colorado. She wore all white from head to toe, and her beautiful blond hair peeked out from under her hat. She looked like an …
Like an angel.
He stopped himself before he said it.
“What are you doing here, Dena?” he asked instead.
Chapter Thirteen
Present day
Jeff knew her well enough to see through her almost perfect fake smile. Not only that, but her lips quivered for a brief second while she stood in the doorway. She was trying to act like she had everything together, but he could see that inside she was scared as hell.
Of him?
“I, uh, probably should have called.” Her gaze looked behind him, over his shoulder, to the ground, anywhere but at his eyes. “But I wasn’t sure you’d answer your phone if you knew it was me.” She rushed on before he could say anything. “Okay, that’s a lie. I know you would have answered, but I was afraid you’d tell me to go back home.”
Hell, no, he didn’t want her to go back home.
“Come inside,” he said, holding the door open for her. He wanted to ask her a hundred questions, but they could wait. She was probably tired, and his father would be up soon. It was supposed to turn cold later in the day. Already the temperature was dropping. He looked over her shoulder. “Got any bags?”
“I’m staying at a hotel. I’m not so uncouth that I’d show up unannounced and expect you to put me up.”
He nodded and let her pass him into the house. He’d just closed the door when he heard his father call out from the living room.
“Who the hell’s ringing the doorbell at this hour?”
Dena stopped walking and raised an eyebrow.
“My father,” Jeff said.
The look on Dena’s face spoke of her sympathy, but before she could speak, his father called out again.
“Who are you talking to?” his dad asked. “Tell them we’re not interested.”
Dena started walking toward the living room.
“Dena,” Jeff tried to warn her. “Watch out. He’s …”
But she was already gone. He followed her.
“Hello, Mr. Parks,” she said. “My name’s Dena. I’m a friend of Jeff’s. From Delaware.”
“You must be what kept him there so long.”
“Well, Jeff and I do go way back. We’re close.” She draped her coat over the arm of the couch, then placed her hat on top and gave her head a shake. Her blond hair bounced around her shoulders.
His father looked her up and down, probably trying to determine just how close they were. “You and Jeff? Nah.”
Jeff watched, amazed, as she walked over to his father’s hospital bed and sat down on the edge.
“Between you and me, it shocked the shit out of a lot of people,” she said.
Then his father did something Jeff hadn’t heard since he’d arrived weeks ago. He laughed.
“I think I might like you,” he said in that raspy voice. But when a big smile broke across Dena’s face, he added, “I said I might. You two go and let me get some rest.”
They walked silently into the kitchen, and Jeff picked up a dish to wash. “Figured if you charmed my dad I’d let you stay?”
She looked pained, and he immediately regretted his sharp statement, but she only smiled and said, “Yes. Exactly that.”
“I’m sorry. You came all this way. I shouldn’t be such an ass.”
“At least not this soon.”
He smiled at her attempt to lighten the mood. “Why are you here?” And then another thought crossed his mind. “And by yourself? I can’t believe Nathaniel let—”
She held her hand up. “Cole flew with me and drove me here. He’s staying with friends.” She had told him it was the least he could do following the pep talk he’d given her. “I’m going to tell you the truth because you deserve it and you’ll know if I’m lying anyway.” She bit her bottom lip. He’d never seen her do that before. “I couldn’t stand to be away from you anymore.”
They were words he’d dreamed of hearing, but part of him feared it was much too late. They never seemed to be able to work things out permanently.
“I know we can’t start over,” she continued. “There’s too much history between us. And I don’t think we can ever be just friends. For the same reasons.”
He nodded. “Some people were never meant to be friends.”
“I don’t want to be just your friend, either, but there are things we need to deal with.”
Is that why you’re here? he wanted to ask, but he waited for her to speak.
Tears gathered in her eyes. He’d always hated her tears. Hated even more that he was often the cause of them.
“We’ve always been so honest with each other,” she said. “About everything except her.”
His heart broke anew just thinking about his daughter. “Dena,” he said in a broken whisper.
She held up a hand. “It’s true, and you know it.”
He did.
“I came because I want us to try to work things out. You told me you wanted to face things together. Do you still?”
“It can’t be like it was,” he said. “Neither one of us can go through that again.”
“I know,” she said softly.
“God, I can’t believe you’re here.”
“I have to tell you, I almost played with Cole.”
His heart pounded. He couldn’t bear to think about another man’s hands on her. Surprising since such thoughts had never bothered him before. Hell, there had been gossip that she and Daniel were a possible item. All before Julie, of course. “I have no claim on you,” he said, calmer than he felt. “You’re allowed to play with anyone you want.”
“That’s not why I’m telling you. I realized I wanted to play with him only because he reminded me of you.”
“I don’t know if I should be flattered or worried.”
She chuckled at his honesty. “I know we can’t capture what we were, but maybe, if we try, we can create something even better.”
Could they do that? Become something different, something more together than they wer
e before?
His smile was slow, but he hoped she heard the truth of his words. “I think I’d like that.”
When Dena smiled, her real smile, not the fake plastic one she wore to political fund-raisers, she transformed from merely