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‘Everything,’ she answered, feasting on the lists of dishes printed on creamy paper in front of her. There was just the right amount of choice, she decided. Not too much, or it became impossible to decide, but enough that she felt she could consider each dish individually before picking her absolute favourite.
Flynn laughed. ‘You like food, don’t you?’
‘Who doesn’t?’ The only question was: did she feel in the mood for meat or fish? And should they have a separate pasta course or just starters and mains? She reached for an olive from the bowl on the table between them to help her think. ‘Everyone needs to eat.’
‘Yes, but for some people it’s just fuel. You really enjoy it.’
Helena glanced up to find his gaze settled on her, as if she were something to be studied, catalogued and understood. It was unnerving. But then, didn’t she want to do the same to him? Understand where he came from, and where they were going? Maybe Flynn’s thoughts had followed a similar thread, in which case the rest of the meal might go easier than she’d expected.
Closing the menu—she was settled on the porcetta anyway—Helena returned Flynn’s interested gaze.
‘What about you?’ she asked. ‘Do you cook? Or do you survive on takeaway Chinese like Thea when she’s working?’
‘I cook.’ Flynn settled back in his chair. He hadn’t even looked at the menu, she realised. ‘Not often, but I can when the mood strikes me. I like eating fresh.’
‘Me too. Fresh and in season always tastes better than pre-packaged.’ She flashed him a grin. ‘So, we do have some things in common, then. That’s good.’
‘It is,’ Flynn agreed. ‘But really, given our families, I never doubted we’d find some common ground.’
Helena gave a slight shrug. ‘I don’t know. I never really felt like a typical Morrison, not like Thea. I mean, I didn’t go into the family business or anything.’
‘No, but you grew up with the same expectations and weight of that family name,’ Flynn said, more insightfully than she’d expected.
‘And you grew up with those of the Ashton name.’
‘Not really.’
A waiter approached before she could ask him to elaborate. Flynn ordered them wine, then asked for recommendations for food and ordered them without ever opening the menu, which Helena respected. For herself, she took the suggestion of risotto alla Milanese to start, but stuck with her porcetta for the main course.
As soon as the waiter had cleared the table, though, Helena pressed the point. ‘What do you mean—not really?’
‘Hmm?’ Flynn had his phone out of his pocket again, but placed it face down on the table when she spoke.
‘You said “not really” when I talked about you growing up with the expectations of the Ashton name. What did you mean?’
Flynn shrugged. ‘Just the obvious. I’m not a real Ashton.’
‘Of course you are! I mean, I know your father...’ She trailed off. How exactly could she describe the way Ezekiel Ashton treated his sons? ‘I know he wasn’t always exactly even-handed with you and Zeke.’
‘You mean he played us off against each other.’ Flynn’s voice was still even, but he stabbed at the nearest olive rather forcefully with the little stick. ‘I know exactly why he gave me the job that was always promised to Zeke when I graduated. He wanted Zeke to have to fight me for it.’
‘Except Zeke left instead.’
‘And I stayed.’ Another olive suffered a violent and pointy end.
‘Why?’ She’d wondered before, of course. Not originally, but ever since Zeke came back. She’d never got the full story, although she suspected Thea had. But either way, what had happened between Zeke and their father had influenced Flynn’s life hugely. If she wanted to understand her husband, she had to understand that.
Flynn paused, a poor, defenceless olive halfway to his mouth. ‘Where else would I go?’
‘Anywhere, I suppose. Zeke did.’
‘No. I...owed my father. Whatever else he did, and whatever his reasons, he took me in and gave me a home and a future when my real parents offered me neither.’ A chill settled around Helena’s heart at his words. ‘I always knew that my place would be working at Morrison-Ashton, wherever I could be of most use.’
‘You don’t...’ Helena swallowed, imagining a younger version of Flynn, always so neat and sensible and kind. Was it all because of a sense of debt? Had his adoption really coloured his whole life that way?
Had her daughter’s?
And how would Flynn react when he found out about her past?
‘You shouldn’t have to sacrifice your own life and happiness to the company, though,’ she managed in the end. ‘Wasn’t there ever anything else you wanted to do?’
Flynn shrugged. ‘I never really considered it.’
‘That’s...that’s awful.’
With a gentle smile, Flynn shook his head. ‘Not really. Finding a place at the company...that was always the key for me, the way to assure my place in the family, too. But, in the end, that wasn’t enough. Even Zeke turning the CEO role over to me... Our father had spent so long making it clear that it was meant for Zeke, that it had to stay in the family, it wouldn’t have been enough.’ He looked up and met her eyes, and Helena felt the warmth from them before he took her hand between his. ‘You made it possible for me to be a part of the family. Marrying you...you have given me the place I always wanted. And I need you to keep it.’
CHAPTER SEVEN
THOSE BLUEBELL EYES were so very wide Flynn wondered if he might have pushed too far. But it was important that Helena understood exactly how serious he was about making this marriage work, even if it meant partially explaining why.
He didn’t want her pity, or to spill his bleeding heart story all over her. But if they were going to make a future as husband and wife, she had to know him. As he needed to know her, he supposed. And, after today, he hoped he was getting closer to that.
‘Look. Zeke gave me the position that was always meant to be his, and our father had to accept that. I don’t expect him to like it, ever, but it is now a fact. Before long there’ll be contracts—’
‘An
d we all know that paperwork is king,’ Helena interjected, a wry smile on her lips.
‘Indeed. The world has changed now, and so has the company. I want to be...worthy of that. I want to use this opportunity to bring Morrison-Ashton fully into the twenty-first century, build it up to even greater heights. I want to make our fathers proud. I want to make my wife proud.’
She glanced away at that, but her fingers tightened around his just for a moment. Almost, Flynn thought. He almost had her, and all he’d had to do was tell the truth.
‘You’ve got it all planned out,’ she murmured.
‘I like to know where I’m going,’ he said with a shrug. ‘I find it helps make up for never knowing where I came from.’
Her eyes widened, and her gaze fixed on his face. ‘Do you really feel that?’
‘Sometimes.’ Flynn frowned a little. ‘Why?’
‘I don’t know. I just...’ She took a breath, and he could almost see her trying to calm herself. But why? His adoption had never been a secret and, living as closely as their families had, none of this could really be considered a surprise. ‘I always knew you were adopted, and I realised before I was very old that it made Ezekiel treat you differently. But you were always one of the family to me—to us. Even to Isabella, I think. And Zeke...’
‘I’ve made my peace with Zeke,’ Flynn said, remembering the last conversation he’d had with his brother before he left. Before he took Flynn’s bride with him.
‘Even now?’
‘Especially now.’ He stroked the back of her hand lightly, just enough to remind her that they were connected now. ‘Zeke didn’t take Thea; she chose to go. And yes, that might not have been in my plan. But, as a result, I got to marry a beautiful, bright, wonderful woman. One who always considered me family, which means more than you can know. Trust me, I’m happy with how things turned out.’
