Bella Andre - Just To Be With You

Every time she said the word why, Ian’s eyes flashed hotter, darker. He’d always held his inner fire in check, but now she expected it to burst free. Finally.

“I’m late for my next meeting.”

Tatiana was momentarily stunned by the way Ian completely ignored her questions. Stunned into utter silence, actually.

She’d never known anyone who could shut down—or shut her out—so quickly. Or so thoroughly. And maybe, Tatiana told herself, that’s where she should let the whole thing go. Any rational woman would.

Only, there was more than just what had happened between Ian and his ex-wife to deal with, wasn’t there? Specifically, when she’d said, “All it took was one handshake for me to fall for you, Ian.”

She wasn’t ashamed that she’d finally admitted her feelings to him, and she didn’t much care that his ex-wife had heard it. But she couldn’t imagine sitting through a bunch of meetings with it hanging between them...or worse, with Ian pretending she’d never said it at all—as if what she felt for him didn’t matter in the least.

So even though the rational part of her knew the timing was all wrong, that in the wake of dealing with his ex-wife Ian was as closed off as he could possibly be, Tatiana couldn’t stop herself from moving closer into his personal space. Personal space that he’d just made perfectly clear he wanted to keep as his alone.

She reached for his arm. “About what I said at the end—”

“Forget it, Tatiana.”

Now her eyes were the ones leaping with fire. “I can’t forget it. I won’t.”

“You have to. We both do.” As open as he’d been when they’d been laughing together fifteen minutes earlier about her falling asleep in the meeting, he’d now swung all the way to the far side of closed . “This next meeting will be even more boring than the one we just came out of, so you might as well skip it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Having dismissed her, he walked out of his office, leaving her standing alone with a difficult decision to make, one that she couldn’t believe had become so thorny in such a short time. Should she do what he was obviously hoping she’d do—and what, at the moment, her stung pride was demanding—by picking up her bag and finding another CEO to shadow? Or should she suck it up and continue forward on the path she’d been so determined to walk just a few days ago?

But the truth was, continuing to shadow him wasn’t about her pride. And it wasn’t completely about researching her role, either.

The real reason she was going to stay in his life was because she recognized, deep inside herself, that there wasn’t any decision for her to make. Not when her heart really and truly had made it for her all those months ago in Napa Valley, when Ian had held her hands in his...and she’d looked up into eyes that she’d been waiting to gaze into her entire life.

Yes, she knew that it was crazy to try for Ian’s heart. While he was a caring man, he wasn’t an easy one like his brothers. On top of that, he had obviously been terribly scarred by his marriage, his heart now imprisoned behind a thick, seemingly impenetrable wall.

And yet, she couldn’t help but feel that it would be so much crazier not to try—to let him go without knowing she’d risked absolutely everything first. His mother’s words from Friday night replayed inside her head: “What I learned when Ian’s father and I were trying to make things work between the two of us, was just how much determination it can sometimes take to stay on your heart’s path. I also learned that love is worth the struggle. Always.”

Just then, Tatiana’s phone buzzed from the couch. She picked it up and was both surprised and pleased to see a text from Ian’s sister.

HAVING DRINKS WITH THE GIRLS AT MY PLACE. PLEASE COME!

Tatiana considered her options. She could go in to Ian’s meeting, even though he’d just made it clear he didn’t want her there. She could go back to her condo and read over her script another dozen times. Or she could go to Mia’s house, have a couple of drinks, and try to forget that any headway she’d made with Ian had just been stripped completely away.

After texting Ian’s sister back and noting her address, Tatiana tossed her phone at her open bag, then headed for Mia’s.

“What a fabulous house,” Tatiana marveled as Mia put a glass of wine in her hand the second she walked through the front door. “Is that a tower I saw just behind the house?”

“Complete with thirteenth century stones and everything,” Mia confirmed. “It’s where Ford first tricked me into seeing him again, and then later proposed. It’s my favorite place on the property. He’s turning the lower level into a recording studio, which means there will be lots of hot musicians always hanging around,” she added with a wicked grin. “No complaints here.”

Tatiana already knew the story of how, five years after they’d had a week-long affair and then split up, Ford had posed as an anonymous buyer to hire Mia as his Realtor to find him a house in Seattle. He’d believed it was the only way to get her to see him again, and while Mia had been furious with him at first, beneath her anger had been a deep and true love that had never gone away in the years she and Ford had been apart.

“I love watching the two of you together. Ford loves you so much.”

“Sometimes,” Mia said with a happy glow, “I wake up in the morning and he’s right there, and I still can hardly believe we were lucky enough to get a second chance.”

Tatiana was so happy for her friend, for all of her friends and family members who had found true love. One day, she hoped, she’d be the one glowing from being loved so well.

Brooke and Colbie walked in just then and there were more hugs among them all. Brooke was getting married to Mia’s brother Rafe that summer. They lived full time on a lake a couple of hours away, but were often in Seattle for business meetings and to see family, though they’d had to miss dinner at Max and Claudia’s on Friday night. Colbie was Mia’s oldest friend from kindergarten, and she had also gotten married recently, Tatiana remembered when she saw the stack of bridal magazines Colbie and Brooke plopped onto the kitchen counter.

“Here’s everything we had between the two of us. Although we already ripped out the pictures of all the good dresses,” Colbie teased Mia.

“I swear,” Mia said as she poured glasses of wine for her friends, “thinking through the logistics of marrying Ford is like planning a covert military operation. He’s just so famous, I honestly don’t know how we can avoid helicopters and paparazzi. I’m starting to think we should just throw on some bathing suits one afternoon and say our vows by the pool, then eat burgers and hot dogs at a cookout with everyone afterward.”

Even though Tatiana knew Mia hadn’t been serious, she had to ask, “Why don’t you?”

Mia looked thoughtful. “Now that we’re talking about it,” she said slowly, “maybe that’s exactly what we should do. I’ll have to see what Ford thinks, but something tells me he’d be just as happy as I would to avoid the circus.”

Mia had turned on the heat lamps on the covered porch that looked out over the lake and had laid out blankets on the seats so they’d be comfortable sitting outside. Brooke pulled a big box of chocolates out of her bag and put it on the coffee table next to the plate of crackers and cheese.

“I know how busy your filming and traveling schedule is,” Brooke said to Tatiana, “but I hope you’ll be able to come to our wedding at the lake this summer.”

“Their plans are super romantic and sweet,” Mia said around a mouthful of chocolate truffle.