Page 9 of Home to Me (The Andrades 2)
After Maddy and Nicole left, Rena leaned against the door and let out a long sigh. Her cell phone vibrated with a cryptic text.
On my way over. We need to talk. Kane.
Rena took the stairs to her bedroom two at a time. Looks like today is going from bad to worse. If I’m to have any chance of surviving it, I’d better shower.
Thirty minutes later, Rena greeted her brother at the door. Round two. At least she’d had time to wake up and get dressed. Amazing what a good pants suit and the right makeup can do for a person’s confidence. “Kane, I thought you were driving up to Mom and Dad’s tomorrow with me. I didn’t think I’d see you today.”
He walked past her and turned, holding a newspaper up for her to see. “I wasn’t expecting my sister to be on Page Six of the Post making out with a man she knows better than to get involved with.”
Rena closed the door with a resigned sigh. “It was just a kiss. Everyone was taking pictures of us and I guess I wanted to give them something to photograph.”
Kane slammed the paper down on the shelf behind him. “So being with a half-naked man in public wasn’t enough to ensure press coverage? You had to seal the deal with your display?”
Rena picked up the paper and studied the photo. “What are you really upset about, Kane? My face is hidden and they didn’t list my name. No one will know it’s me.”
“I know.”
Rena dropped the paper and folded her arms in front of her chest. “I get that you’re here because you care, Kane, but honestly there is nothing going on between Nick and me. I went to see him last night because I knew he’d gotten into an argument with Gio. We talked. He told me to mind my own business. I got offended and walked away. He followed me to apologize. That’s it. That’s all that happened.”
Kane frowned down at her. “That doesn’t explain why he was in his underwear.”
Rena hated lying to her brother so she stuck to the truth in her story. “I don’t know why Nick does half of what he does. I found him that way. I assumed it was because he’d been with someone upstairs at the club earlier. You’d have to ask him.”
Kane’s eyes narrowed. “So, nothing happened between the two of you.”
“We talked.” And kissed, but Rena wasn’t about to stoke the fire with that admission.
Not ready to relent, Kane said. “I don’t understand the kiss, then.”
Rena forced a casual shrug. “It was Nick. We were being photographed. I thought it would be funny.”
“I didn’t laugh when I saw it,” Kane drawled. “Luckily, you’re right—most people wouldn’t recognize you. No one would expect you to be there in the first place, so this might blow over.”
They were both quiet for a moment before Rena said, “Kane, would it be so awful if I did like Nick? We’re both adults. What harm could come from it?”
Kane’s nostrils flared and a muscle in his jaw clenched. “Stay away from him. You are to have nothing further to do with him. Do you understand?”
Putting her hands on both hips, Rena faced her brother. “You realize I’m not a child anymore, right? I am perfectly capable of making decisions for myself.”
Kane growled, “Are you? Nick is everything I hope you’re smart enough to avoid. He considers work a disease. He has no respect for women or their marital state. He’s a player, and players don’t change. Stay away from him.”
Rena sighed and let her arms drop to her sides. “You’ve made your point. Can we drop it now?”
After studying her face for a moment more, Kane’s expression softened. “I will as long as you’re sure nothing is going on between you and Nick.”
Linking her arm with her brother’s, Rena said, “I’m done talking about this. I will, however, make you breakfast if you’re hungry.”
Kane reluctantly let her lead him to the kitchen. “Pancakes?”
Rena smiled. “If you want. Or I could make French toast like our old cook Millie used to make. Do you remember? She taught me the recipe before she retired.”
“Since when did you start cooking?” Kane asked as he took a seat at the kitchen counter.
Rena chuckled again and pointed at her head, then down at her toes. “Not twelve anymore, Kane. I’ve been doing all my own cooking and cleaning since I bought this home. You’re just always too busy to realize it.”
“Why don’t you have staff? You know Mom and Dad would happily pay for them. Hell, I can have my secretary hire someone by tomorrow if you’re interested.”
Rena opened the door to her refrigerator and started hunting for the necessary ingredients. “Kane, I don’t need a maid or a cook. I’m happy just the way I am. I’ve built a good life for myself and I’m proud to be paying my own way. Mom and Dad raised us to be responsible and independent. And I am. Now can you stop worrying about me? I’m fine.”
Kane made a noncommittal sound deep in his throat. “I hope you’re being honest with me.”
Rena swung back from the stove with a spatula in her hand. “Do you want to eat your breakfast or wear it?”
Kane chuckled. “I’d prefer to eat it.”
“That’s what I thought,” Rena said, not yet lowering her kitchen utensil. “Hey, you didn’t say anything to Gio, did you?”
“Not yet, but that doesn’t mean he hasn’t seen the paper. Or that no one else will bring it to his attention. If I recognized you, others might.”
“Kane, what I did last night was impulsive and stupid. I don’t want that to make things worse between Nick and Gio—especially when they’re already arguing. Promise me you won’t say anything to him.”
“I may eventually have to tell Gio. If I find out Nick is messing around with you, I’ll have to explain to Gio why I killed his brother.”
Rena closed her eyes and shook her head. Luckily she had no intention of seeking out Nick again. Impulsive and stupid. That’s what she’d told Kane last night was—and it was an accurate description.
Along with—unrepeatable.
Rena raised a hand to touch her lips lightly.
And—unforgettable.
***
Monday morning, with a towel draped loosely around his hips, Nick bypassed the casual attire hung in his hotel closet and chose a dark blue Gucci suit. He was more than a little surprised the suit had traveled with him from the last hotel he’d stayed in. He didn’t have much as far as actual belongings went, which worked out well since he preferred to stay in hotels rather than rent or buy an apartment. He’d always considered both unnecessary commitments.
Without so much as a goldfish to care for, he’d been free to go skiing in the Alps one week and bum around in Bali the next. Money made a good personal assistant. Enough of it and anything was possible.
Well, not anything. He couldn’t say it had ever made him happy.
Or like who he saw staring back at him as he brushed his teeth each morning.
He adjusted the collar of his shirt over a tie and studied his reflection. He looked tired. Not surprising, since he’d hardly slept at all that weekend. He hadn’t gone out or answered his phone once.
He’d needed to think a few thin
gs through and, although he normally found peace in the chaos of a nightclub, he’d spent the weekend with something more chaotic—himself.
And his desire to see Rena again.
He’d almost called her the next morning, after he’d spent the night reliving how eagerly she’d kissed him up in his VIP balcony. To know she was as attracted to him as he’d always been to her was a heady temptation.
And he’d never been one to deny himself pleasure.
He didn’t call her, though, and he couldn’t fully understand why. Something in him had changed when he’d told her he’d stopped drinking. She’d been genuinely proud of him. Although their kiss upstairs had been more sexually intense, the kiss they’d shared near the bar was the one that haunted him the most.
He wanted to recapture that moment. More than anything else, he wanted her to look at him that way again.
Why do I care what she thinks of me?
Would fucking her end this obsession?
He turned away from the mirror and shrugged on his suit jacket. That weekend he’d asked himself a plethora of questions that didn’t have ready answers, yet he’d come to some decisions.
Rena had said he hadn’t given Gio a chance to explain himself. He’d replayed his conversation with his brother a hundred times in his head. Gio claimed to want Nick to be a part of the family company. He’d brought up that damn office that he’d kept open and staffed for him.
Gio and their mother had opposing versions of many subjects. Someone wasn’t being honest.
Nick decided he could either deal with this as he always had—by flying off to hang out with his friends and numbing himself past caring, or he could get to the truth for once. Unfortunately, in his family, that wouldn’t happen by asking anyone. He’d have to uncover it for himself.
The driver Nick had hired for the day called upstairs to announce his arrival. Nick strode out of his suite with growing determination. By the time he was seated in the back of the town car, he was confident his plan would work.
A short while later, Nick walked into his office. A short, blonde woman in her early twenties stood when he entered. She was attractive enough that if he’d met her months ago, Nick would have asked her for her phone number. Today, he wasn’t interested.
