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Chapter 4
A
t nine, the telephone rang. Sweeney was still numb with shock, and so cold she couldn't seem to get warm no matter how much coffee she drank. She'd kept edging the thermostat upward until it was sitting on eighty, and she refused to turn it higher. The local weather forecast, delivered by a woman so chirpy Sweeney felt like smacking her, had told her the day would be beautiful, with highs in the mid-seventies. People outside were walking around in short sleeves, children were still wearing shorts, and she was freezing. She felt as if her inner core was pure ice, the cold coming from inside rather than out.
She couldn't settle down to paint anything, not even something unsatisfactory. Every time she saw that ugly painting of the old hot dog vendor, she wanted to weep, and she wasn't a leaky-eye type of woman. But she felt so sad, almost as if she were in mourning, and when the phone rang, she grabbed it up, glad for a change, for the distraction.
"Candra here. Is this a good time?" Candra's warm voice sounded in her ear.
"As good as any." Sweeney pushed an unruly curl out of her eyes. "About yesterday—"
"Don't apologize," Candra interrupted, laughing. "I should be apologizing to you. If I had stopped to think, I would have known immediately you wouldn't be able to stand them. A little of Margo goes a long way, though in her defense, Carson is enough to give a saint a bad attitude."
"He has the hots for you." Damn, she hadn't meant to say that. She liked Candra, but they had never crossed the line between friendly business associates and friends. Intimate conversation wasn't her strong point, anyway.
Candra evidently had no such hang-ups. She laughed dismissively. "Carson has the hots for anything female. To say he's like a dog would insult the dog community. He has his uses, though, which is why Margo stays with him."
Sweeney didn't say anything, because she knew anything that came out of her mouth would be uncomplimentary, and the McMillans were not only in Candra's social circle, they were her clients. Insulting them wouldn't be diplomatic. Keeping silent was a strain, but she managed.
"I saw you get in the car with Richard yesterday," Candra said after a slight pause, and there was a faint hesitancy in her tone.
Oh, boy. Sweeney's radar began beeping an alarm. "It was starting to rain and I had the portfolio, so he gave me a lift home." She clutched the phone, hoping Candra would leave it there and go on to another subject.
No such luck. "He can be very courteous. It's that country-boy Virginia upbringing."
"I didn't know he was from Virginia." That seemed like a safe thing to say.
"He still has the accent. No matter how I begged, he absolutely refused to have speech lessons to help him get rid of it." Sweeney didn't think she had ever noticed his accent, though now that she thought about it, his speech did have a certain lazy quality about it. Virginia wasn't exactly the Deep South, though Candra made it sound as if Richard talked like the Beverly Hillbillies. Sweeney didn't want to talk about him; just thinking about him made her uncomfortable. She especially didn't want to talk about him with his soon-to-be ex-wife.
"You know we're getting divorced," Candra said casually. "It's a mutual decision. Richard and I had been drifting apart for some time, and shortly after you moved to the city last year, we separated and filed for divorce. He's being a bastard about the settlement, but I suppose that's to be expected. A divorce isn't exactly a friendly proceeding, is it?"
"Not usually." Maybe if her responses gave Candra no encouragement, the other woman would tire of the subject and move on.
"Ah… did Richard say anything yesterday?"
The hesitancy was back in Candra's tone. Sweeney got the feeling this was the real reason behind the call. "About what?" She actually managed to sound blank. She was proud of herself, and irritated at the same time. She had no reason to feel guilty, because even though Richard had asked her to dinner, she had turned him down, but evidently logic had nothing to do with guilt.
"About the divorce."
"No, he didn't mention it." Relief crawled through Sweeney at being able to say something that was totally, one hundred percent true. She wasn't good at this subterfuge stuff, even though everything she had said was accurate in letter, if not in spirit.
"I didn't really think he would, he's so damn discreet." The words sounded bitter. Candra paused again. "I noticed when we were in the gallery, he barely took his eyes off you."
The uncomfortable feeling intensified as it inched like a worm up Sweeney's back. She didn't want this. She didn't want to get caught in the middle during their divorce. All she wanted was to forget she had been bushwhacked by some malfunctioning hormones and for a moment responded to his attractiveness.
"He's been so damn careful since we separated that if he's had any lovers, I haven't been able to find out about it," Candra continued. "When I saw the way he watched you yesterday… well, I was curious."
Yeah, sure. There was definite bitterness there, Sweeney thought. And she definitely wanted to end this conversation. "Maybe there haven't been any."
Candra laughed. "What, Richard go without sex? Not likely. Anyway, what I wanted to say is, if you and Richard have something going, I wouldn't mind. We've been separated for almost a year, so of course I've gotten on with my life. I've met someone I'm very fond of, and he's far more comfortable to be with than Richard ever was."
Sweeney couldn't think of anything appropriate to say. Thank you was out of the question. Why on earth would Candra call about this, anyway? Was she concerned that if Sweeney actually did begin seeing Richard, she would try to find another art dealer to handle her sales? That didn't make sense, because Sweeney had no illusions about her worth to Candra; the gallery handled artists who made a lot more sales than she. No, this call was prompted by sheer nosiness, the curious inability of estranged couples to let go even though they were embroiled in the legal surgery that would sever them.
Well, she didn't want any part of it. She shivered and reached for a blanket to wrap around her while she tried to think of a way to tiptoe through this conversational minefield. But a response seemed called for, so at last she said, "I hope you'll be very happy." There! That was innocuous enough.
Candra laughed, and sounded genuinely amused. "Oh, I doubt this is anything permanent. Life's too short and too full of men to chance making another mistake. But I admit I was hoping Richard was interested in you."
"What?" The word was faint with surprise.
Candra laughed again. "Don't sound so shocked. I don't care if he has a lover, or ten lovers. I don't hate him; I don't wish him ill. I just want him to stop being so stubborn about the settlement so we can be finished with this and move on. If he were interested in someone, he might want to get the divorce finalized and out of the way so he would be free. I know Richard, I know how he is when he focuses on one woman." For a moment Candra's voice softened, warmed with memory, and then she gave a little chuckle. "I had some very good times."
Sweeney almost said Richard had asked her out. She wanted to ask exactly how good a time Richard showed a woman. For a moment the words lay on her tongue like ball bearings, ready to roll out. Caution made her swallow them. She had turned Richard down, so there was no point now in putting herself in the middle of this situation. Nor did she want to exchange girly talk on how good a lover Richard was, not that she knew or had any intention of knowing. She couldn't bear any more of this weird conversation, so she subtly changed the subject.
"I thought I would bring some new pieces to the gallery." Then she grimaced; damn, why had she blurted that out? Why couldn't she have come up with something else? She didn't want anyone to see the mess her work had turned into.
Candra laughed. "Enough of Richard, huh?" She shifted into business mode. "I'd love to see your new work. I've been so worried about you; you haven't been producing the way you were before. "
"Oh, I've been producing," Sweeney muttered.
"I know, you think it's crap. I admit, I've been consumed by curiosity, but I didn't want to push you. When can you bring them by? I want to be certain I'm here."
She was committed, damn it. She glanced out the window to check the weather. "If it doesn't start raining again, how about this afternoon?"
"Wonderful. I don't have any appointments, so I'll be here. See you then."
Sweeney hung up the phone, then hugged the blanket tighter around her. Damn it, damn it, damn it. This was it, then. She had to take some canvases in, let someone else see them. She cringed at the thought, but at least now she would know if what she was doing was awful, or salable. This uncertainty about her work was dreadful, paralyzing.
She shivered violently and swore under her breath. Damn, why couldn't she get warm?
Candra stretched to hang up the phone, then lay with her head pillowed on her arms. A large warm hand stroked her naked bottom. "No luck, huh?" Kai said. "I told you." He bent to press kisses down her spine, more interested in his libido than her financial worries.
Normally she loved having sex with Kai. He was young enough to still be obsessed with sex, but old enough to have acquired some skill. There was a certain freedom in being with him, because he was so innately self-centered she had no qualms about focusing totally on herself, which intensified her pleasure. Now, however, she felt annoyed that he couldn't seem to grasp how important it was that Richard stop being such a hard-ass about the divorce settlement. She shrugged away from his kisses and buried her face in the pillow.
He merely shifted closer, pushing the damp head of his erection against her leg. The hand on her bottom curved downward, fingers probing.,
"Stop it," she said irritably, shaking her ass to dislodge his hand. "I don't feel like doing it again. You should be worried, too," she added spitefully. "If Richard doesn't back down on the money, you'll be out of a job."
"There are other jobs," he said, so blissfully unworried she wanted to slap him. He slipped his hand back between her legs, this time sliding two fingers right in. Despite herself she couldn't stop her indrawn breath or the automatic arch of her back.
"Not at what I'm paying you."
"I'll get by." Slowly he began moving his fingers in and out, and Candra bit the pillow to hold back her moan. His ego was big enough as it was.
Because she was so irritated with him, she wriggled once more, dislodging him again. "You were staring at Sweeney yesterday, too. I thought she wasn't your type."
A slow smile curved his lush mouth. "I'm not her type. Sweeney's cool, and all that hair gives a man ideas. Besides, the way that red sweater hugged her tits was something else."
"I didn't notice," Candra said frigidly.
"That relieves me, darling." Kai leaned over and began kissing her spine again, this time down close to the twin dimples set high on her buttocks. He liked the idea of Candra being jealous, and that was what he was hearing in her voice. "But take it from me, her tits are fine." Candra went rigid with rage, and he chose that moment to push his fingers into her again, knowing her stiffness would make her less receptive, make the penetration rougher. Sometimes Candra liked being handled a little roughly. She stifled a moan, and he knew he had her.
The bedroom was silent for several minutes, except for her heavier breathing and the rustle of the sheets from their movements. Kai continued to work her with his fingers, until her thighs loosened and spread. "Do it," she ordered angrily, and immediately he moved behind her. She raised up a little on her knees, lifting her buttocks and giving him better access. His fingers were replaced by the hard, smooth thrust of his dick. She sighed and pushed her worries away to better concentrate on the physical pleasure. Kai wouldn't stay around if she went out of business, damn his shallow hide, but for now he was here, so she might as well use him while she had him.
As soon as they had finished and she got her breath back, however, all her worries returned with a rush. She had so hoped she hadn't misread Richard yesterday afternoon. If he were involved with Sweeney, he might be more amenable to meeting her terms, just to get the divorce out of the way so he could concentrate on his new relationship.
She sighed. It had been a long shot, but at this point she was desperate enough to grasp at straws. Unfortunately, Sweeney was so oblivious to everything but her work, she probably wouldn't notice that a man was attracted to her until he took off his clothes, and even then she might think he wanted her to sketch him. Richard wasn't a man who would play second fiddle in a woman's life, not even to talent, and Sweeney was undeniably talented.
Worry gnawed at her insides. If only Richard would back down—no, there was no sense in fretting about if onlys. That was like planning your future if you won the lottery: useless.
She knew she hadn't managed her money well; she had never had to. There had always been plenty of it, first her father's money, and by the time that was gone, there had been Richard's. But she wasn't stupid, she had learned from her mistakes. With the profit from the gallery and the lump-sum alimony Richard had agreed to pay, she would be able to manage—not as well as she would like, but she could manage—if she could pay off the mountain of debt hanging over her.
That was the real problem. When she thought of what she owed, she broke out in a sweat. The amount was staggering to her now that she was on her own. After the split she had gone on a spending binge, furnishing her apartment with top-of-the-line everything, and she had taken several very expensive trips and bought new clothes. Somehow she hadn't thought Richard was serious about the divorce, and she'd spent all that money as a means of punishing him for scaring her so. But he was deadly serious about the divorce and had no intention of covering her new debts, even though he could probably pay them out of petty cash and never know the difference, if he just would.
Candra squashed a tinge of regret. There was no point in rehashing the past, and Richard was irretrievably in the past. All her attempts to smooth things over with him had been rebuffed. She imagined a tiny part of her would always miss him. It wasn't just the sex, though God knows that had been hot, at least for the first five years. None of her other lovers had ever matched Richard in bed.
What she missed most, though, was the security. Richard was a very secure man, a rock on which she could always depend. His attributes sounded like an ad in a singles column: reliable, intelligent, good sense of humor, great lover, honorable. By all means, don't forget "honorable." His damn standards were so high you'd think he'd been born in Buckingham Palace instead of on some little dirt farm in western Virginia.
It was her fault, though. She'd always known how he would react if he found out about the abortion. She had been so careful paying for it in cash so there was no chance of him finding a canceled check or a credit card slip. She hadn't liked having an abortion, but she hadn't seen another option. She didn't want a child; she had never wanted children, not even when she was young and just married and wildly in love with him. Nor was having the child and giving it up for adoption a possibility, because Richard would have died before he let that happen. And it wasn't so much raising a child that she found so distasteful as actually being pregnant, having it wriggling around inside her like some larva, distorting her body and wrecking her life.
No, abortion had been the only answer. The bloom had long since been off their marriage, had been ever since Richard discovered that little fling with… what was his name? He hadn't been important, just a moment's entertainment. It had taken all her persuasiveness to keep their marriage together then, and she had been extremely cautious about her affairs after that; they weren't serious to her, but she had known Richard wouldn't see it that way. Still, she had no doubt they would have made the best of things and continued to rock along if she hadn't had too much to drink, if they hadn't been arguing, if she hadn't gotten so angry she had thrown the words at him like rocks, just for the satisfaction of hurting him. If, if, if. The mistake had been final. Their marriage, in all but-the legal sense of the word, had ended on the spot.
She accepted the blame. That didn't mean she would meekly accept whatever Richard deigned to give her. She had hoped he would become involved with Sweeney, because Sweeney, for all her quirkiness, had a soft heart. Moreover, Candra genuinely liked Sweeney and thought the regard was returned. Richard would do a lot to please a woman he wanted, as she had reason to know. If he wanted Sweeney, and she thought he did, and Sweeney urged him to generosity, there was a good chance he would do as she asked.
After speaking with Sweeney, though, Candra thought that scenario was shot. Her thoughts jumped to the other plan she had formulated. She didn't like it, it wasn't without risk, but at this point it looked as if her best bet was Carson McMillan.
When you danced with the devil, or slept with him, it was a good idea to find out all you could about him and take steps to protect yourself. She knew a lot about Carson, things he wouldn't want known, though maybe she wouldn't have to use them. Perhaps she could get him to believe the child had been his; the timing made it roughly possible, though of course she had no doubt Richard was the father. Yes, that might work. Tell him about the abortion, that it had been his, but when Richard found out about the child, he had assumed it was his and that was why they were being divorced. That would obligate Carson to cover some of her financial obligations. Yes, she would prefer doing it that way.
If he balked, then she would bring out the big guns
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