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“You might have mentioned it a time or two during one of our conversations in Alta,” I reply.
“Thank you.”
“The last time I gave you roses, I didn’t treat you fairly.”
She bows her head briefly, and I know she recalls the night at the Wentworth where I left her alone without a goodbye after fucking her.
“I wasn’t sure if you would accept my invitation tonight,” I say when she remains quiet.
She lifts her head and says, “I wasn’t sure I should.”
“I’m sorry, Nia. You deserved better than that.”
We both stare at one another for several long seconds before she says, “I wasn’t sure what I should wear since you didn’t mention where we were going.”
Biting my bottom lip, my tone grows dark and husky. “You’re perfect. Literally.”
Nodding, she says, “Thanks.”
“You ready?”
“Umm...I was hoping that we could talk before we left. Do we have reservations?”
“Only those that we create and cancel.”
Lifting an eyebrow, she stares at me.
“Everything is on our schedule tonight. We have no restrictions, and we make our own timelines.”
“Good. Have a seat,” she says, pointing at one of the amber-colored couches.
I wait for her to sit beside me, but she doesn’t. She takes a chair opposite mine.
“Cade, I know what you witnessed was confusing, upsetting, and didn’t portray me in the greatest light. But you must know I’m not a cheater and would never cheat on you or my husband.”
“That’s what I wanted to believe, but how do you explain what happened? Out of your own mouth, you claimed that man as your husband. Then when I showed up at your ball, by the way, I didn’t know that it was yours...he was there too.”
“The ball was not something we usually do. We hold annual dinners with a small crowd to raise funds for the foundation. My mother expanded it into something much larger and chose to hold it at a different venue. They also decided to use the Hispanic Heritage Annual Gala instead of The Gabriel and Eva Garcia Foundation, which is why you wouldn’t have recognized it.”
I nod and wait for her to expound about her marriage.
“Nicky...my hus...ex-husband,” she says.
So, she did go through with the divorce. A victory celebration winds its way within me on the inside, but I stay cool on the outside as I watch her closely.
She presses her hand against her waist, shakes her head, smiles, and looks up at the ceiling.
“Whew,” she says, blowing out a breath. “That may take some getting used to.”
“I don’t see why when you weren’t claiming him before.”
“It’s not that I wasn’t claiming him, Cade. I thought that I was a widow.”
The fuck?
“Why would you think something so bizarre?”
“My husband worked for a private airline that specialized in transporting dignitaries from various countries worldwide. He’s been doing that since I met him, but his plane crashed a few years back. The rest of his family and I received notice that he had died, and there were no survivors. In the beginning, I didn’t believe it. My soul and heart wouldn’t let me accept what they said as the truth. Cade...my past is...I’ve not been this perfect person.”
