Susan Crosby - Bound By The Baby

She glanced at Devlin. His expression was just short of smug.

“It’s good,” he said, toasting her with his cake-laden fork. “Reminds me of the cake we had in Atlantic City.”

She’d forgotten about it. During the middle of the night he’d called room service and ordered a couple of sandwiches and a piece of chocolate cake, her absolute favorite dessert. She’d devoured most of it, making orgasmic sounds of appreciation, which he’d commented on. He’d scooped frosting onto his finger and dragged it between her breasts and down her abdomen, then licked it off….

She met his gaze—direct and bold. He remembered, too, and had no doubt ordered the cake to make her remember.

She picked up her mug. “What kind of pact did you make?”

His eyes sparkled at her change of subject. “During my freshman year I met a fellow freshman named Hunter Palmer. He was charismatic, the kind of guy who could get you to break rules and take adventure to a whole new level. He accumulated friends, of which I was one. Because of that association I also made friends with five other freshmen he’d brought into his circle.”

He sipped his coffee, his eyes unfocused, as if living that time again.

“He sounds special,” Nicole said.

“Yeah. I’d had good friends before, but nothing like that—a group of guys I could count on. Eventually we called ourselves the Seven Samurai. One night we’d been partying enough to have covered our dining table with empty beer bottles, and we pledged to build a lodge on the shores of Lake Tahoe ten years after graduation. Each of us promised to spend a month there, then we would all gather after the last month for a get-together, to celebrate our friendship and successes. Hunter probably chose Hunter’s Landing as his idea of a joke.”

“Why spend a whole month?”

“We thought that a decade later would be a good time to examine where we’d been and where we should be going. A month seemed like the right amount of time. We were twenty-two. What did we know?”

“So you’re supposed to be assessing your life while you’re here?”

“Pretty much.”

“And you all own the lodge?”

“No. In fact I’d forgotten about it. I’ve had very little contact with the guys since graduation.”

“There’s a story there.”

“Hunter died.”

He said it matter-of-factly, but his grip tightened on his mug and his jaw hardened. “Suddenly?” she asked.

“He had melanoma, but it wasn’t caught until it was too late. He died right before graduation.”

“It devastated you.”

He nodded.

“So how did the lodge come about?”

“Hunter left instructions in his will. He created a foundation to have the lodge built in time for our pact to be carried out, then at the end of the six months, the lodge will become a respite house for cancer survivors and patients, plus twenty million dollars will be disbursed to charity. The only requirement is that the six remaining Samurai each stay here a month, as we all promised.”

Amazing. Twenty million dollars given away, just like that. And the lodge must have cost millions. “That’s a lot of money.”

“Hunter’s family is in pharmaceuticals and personal-care products. You’d recognize the brands.”

It felt nice having a regular conversation with him, Nicole thought, leaning back, sated with cake and cocoa. “Why didn’t you all remain friends? I would think that would bind you even further.”

“I don’t think we knew how to deal with it. No one expects a twenty-two-year-old to die like that. Plus we all graduated immediately after and went our separate ways, onto lives and careers. We exchanged Christmas cards for a few years, but even those stopped.”

“Are you looking forward to seeing them again?”

“In some ways. It seems like taking a step back instead of forward.”

“So, you don’t know if they’re married or have children or how their careers have gone?”

“After I got my letter from Hunter’s estate lawyer in January I checked them out on the Internet. Everyone is successful.”

Awareness clicked on a light of understanding in her head. “You got your letter in January?”

“Yeah.”

“I’ll take a wild guess and say it was the day we met.”

He laid a hand on top of hers. “About that night…I think—”

“Hi!”

Intent on Devlin, Nicole hadn’t noticed Ann-Marie come up to the table.

The young woman stuck out a hand toward Devlin. “I’m Ann-Marie. Nicole and I work together.”

He released Nicole’s hand to stand and shake Ann-Marie’s. “I remember seeing you last night.”

Nicole noticed he didn’t introduce himself. She glanced at her watch. “Oh, look at the time. We need to get going,” she said to Devlin, standing up. “See you tomorrow, Ann-Marie.”

Текст предоставлен ООО «ЛитРес».

Прочитайте эту книгу целиком, купив полную легальную версию на ЛитРес.

Безопасно оплатить книгу можно банковской картой Visa, MasterCard, Maestro, со счета мобильного телефона, с платежного терминала, в салоне МТС или Связной, через PayPal, WebMoney, Яндекс.Деньги, QIWI Кошелек, бонусными картами или другим удобным Вам способом.