It Had to Be You (Chicago Stars #1)(46)

“Dan and I had made arrangements to meet here tonight. I had an official function to attend so I was a bit late. Unfortunately, Miss Somerville, he mistook you for me.”

Slowly, Phoebe began to comprehend what had happened, but she could only stare at the woman in bewilderment. “Are you telling me that you wanted him to treat you like that?”

Valerie refused to meet her eyes. “I’m afraid I have to go. I’m sorry you received such a fright. I only hope you understand how delicate this matter is. As an elected official, it would be extremely awkward for me if anyone were to find out.”

“For chrissake, Val—”

She spun on him. “Shut up, Dan. This could put an end to my career. I want her assurance that she won’t tell anyone.”

“Who would I tell?” Phoebe said helplessly. “No one would believe me anyway.”

“I’m sorry.” Valerie gave her an awkward nod and quickly left the gazebo.

Phoebe didn’t want to be alone with him. She was immediately conscious of his oppressive physical size, the muscles straining the too-tight sleeves of his knit shirt. Holding the front of her dress together, she began to move toward the vine-draped opening in the gazebo’s latticework.

“Please sit down,” he said quietly. “I promise I won’t come near you, but we have to talk.”

“It’s all a game to the two of you, isn’t it?” she whispered. “That’s how you get your kicks.”

“Yes.”

“It wasn’t a game to me.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“How could you do something like that?”

“It’s what she likes.”

“But why?”

“She’s a strong woman. Powerful. Sometimes she gets tired of always being in control.”

“She’s sick, and so are you!”

“Don’t judge, Phoebe. She’s not sick, and until tonight, what went on between the two of us had nothing to do with anyone else.”

She started to shake again. “You were going to— What if you hadn’t stopped?”

“I’d have stopped. The minute I felt your—” He cleared his throat. “Valerie’s a little more flat-chested than you.”

Her knees weren’t going to hold her any longer, and she collapsed into the nearest chair. He came toward her cautiously, as if he were afraid she would start to scream again.

“What were you doing here?”

She took a shaky breath. “Paul showed up at the party not long after you left. I— I brought you the videotape you wanted.” She made a helpless gesture as she realized she’d dropped it.

“But I told Ronald not to send it over tonight.”

“I thought— I wasn’t sleepy, and— Never mind, it was a stupid idea.”

“You can say that again.”

“I’m going.” By bracing her hands on the arms of the chair, she managed to rise to her feet.

“You need a few minutes to settle down before you try to drive. I’ll tell you what. I didn’t get anything to eat at the party and I’m hungry. Let me make us some sandwiches. How about it?”

There was a boyish eagerness to please in his expression that alleviated some of her residual fear, but he was too large, too strong, and she hadn’t recovered from those moments when the past seemed to be repeating itself. “I’d better be going.”

“You’re afraid to be alone with me, aren’t you?”

“I’m just tired, that’s all.”

“You’re scared.”

“I was completely helpless. You’re a strong man. You can’t imagine what it’s like.”

“No, I can’t. But it’s over now. I won’t hurt you. You know that, don’t you?”

She nodded slowly. She did know it, but it was still hard for her to relax.

He smiled at her. “I know why you want to rush home. You’re going to wake up your little sister so you can start slapping her around again.”

Mystified, she stared at him. “What are you talking about?”

“Miz Molly and I had an interesting conversation tonight. But I’m not going to tell you about it unless you let me fix you something to eat.”

She saw the spark of challenge in his eyes. He was the coach now, testing her mettle, just as he tested his men. She knew he wasn’t going to hurt her. If she ran away this time, would she ever stop?

“All right. Just for a bit.”

The unfamiliar path was difficult to maneuver in the dark. She stumbled once, but he didn’t take her arm to help her, and she wondered if he knew that she would have fallen apart if he had touched her in the dark.

As they walked, he tried to put her at ease by telling her about the farmhouse. “I bought this place last year and had it renovated. There’s an orchard and a stable where I can keep a couple of horses if I want. I’ve got trees on this place that are a hundred years old.”

They reached the front porch. He bent down to retrieve the videotape she’d dropped, then opened the front door and flipped on a light before he let her in. She saw a staircase off to the left and an archway to the right that led to the side wing of the house. She followed him through it into a spacious open area that was rustic and welcoming.