All the Way
Page 26Tony’s face reddened.
“Try it. I’ll smear your reputation all over the city.
You will never work again in this town!”
Yep. Tony had been watching those damn Italian movies again and was deep into his role.
Pop recovered and looked Tony in the eye.
“As Sinatra would say: ‘I did what I had to do and saw it through without exemption.’ You must do it your way.”
Everyone stopped and stared at his father. Then, with a serious nod, he lapsed back into silence.
Gavin quickly grabbed Jules and walked him away, murmuring soothing phrases and swearing to fire Tony’s ass. As he spoke, he swiftly catalogued all the information he’d learned before hiring Jules.
“I understand your situation.
I just hope you will understand mine once the police arrive.”
The chef frowned. “What do you mean?”
Gavin sighed and lifted his hands. “You call the police. Tony goes to jail. I have no recourse but to call my lawyer. He will dig into your past and find that awful predicament you were in.”
Jules cringed. “No! You would dredge up something so painful? I had nothing to do with that girl. She was legal.”
Gavin nodded. “I know.
Again, my hands are tied.
It is the way the game is played, no? Lawyers are a horrible bunch.”
One beat. Two. Three.
“Forget it. I’m leaving. I want nothing to do with this restaurant.”
Gavin watched as the man untied his apron, ripped off his hat, and marched out.
His muscles sagged with relief.
Another disaster averted. His father patted him on the shoulder.
“Good work, son. That could have been an extremely bad scene.”
The realization socked him in the gut. His father couldn’t run this place anymore. He had no idea how to solve a crisis, other than quoting Sinatra.
Brando tried but was just too young. Tony’s temper was legendary. He turned and faced his staff. “How are you going to handle these situations when I’m gone?”
The men shared a shocked look. Brando lifted his chin. “What are you talking about? I thought you decided to stay. Work with us long-term. You can’t run off when Mia Casa is just starting to turn around.”
His voice came out cold and clipped. “I can’t keep babysitting everyone. I told you up front I had twelve weeks and then I was going back. They need me.”
Tony cleared his throat.
“We need you, dude. You belong here.”
His father inclined his head. “A choice must be made soon. Frank faced many in his day. We need you to seriously consider staying with us, Gavin.
Promise you will at least think about the possibility.”
The words stuck in his throat. The faces in front of him reflected an open longing that tore him apart.
He’d never asked for this.
Brando stared at him for a long time.
With a muttered curse, he sneered. “Don’t do us any favors, bro. We’ll be fine without you.” He turned and left the kitchen.
Gavin watched him leave with an ache in his chest he didn’t know how to deal with.
Chapter Ten
Miranda knocked on the door to his office and peeked in. Gavin slumped in the chair with a bunch of spreadsheets open on his computer. His BlackBerry lay to his right, and a laptop showed a scroll of emails flashing across the screen. Open folders spit out massive amounts of paper.
She shuddered.
Paperwork was a bitch.
“Gavin?”
He spun around and smiled.
Like gooey caramel, she warmed and melted into a puddle. “Hey, baby. I didn’t expect you tonight.”
“I got out of the wine tasting early. I think I’m tipsy.”
He laughed and met her halfway. Dipped his head and took her mouth in a long, thorough, heated kiss. “Hmm, Merlot. Nice flavor.”
“You look swamped. I can go.”
He pressed his forehead to hers and held her.
Miranda relaxed in his embrace and wondered when they’d crossed the line into the familiar. With each day that passed these past two weeks, they fell into a cozy routine. She stayed at Mia Casa to keep him company in the evenings. He accompanied her on foodie outings. He brought her lunch in the office and seduced her through the hours of darkness. “Don’t go. I need to get a leap up on this deal, but I’m burnt.”
Her muscles stiffened but she kept her voice casual.
“Work for MacKenzie & Associates?”
He seemed about to tell her something important, then closed his mouth.
“Yeah.”
The inner voice in her head screamed in warning.
His job would never be stable or home-based. He planned to get Mia Casa on its feet and leave all of them. Yes, he loved her.
Yes, he probably had a plan to get her to accompany him, or deal with a long-distance relationship.
Nausea tickled her stomach. She didn’t want either. Even worse, she was afraid he loved the excitement too much to ever give it up.
The ticking clock was the huge pink flamingo in the room they both stepped around. Soon, they’d both have to admit it was there.
But not now.
She stroked back his hair. The strands curled around her fingers like raw silk. “Let’s not talk about that now. I have an idea.
Come with me.”
“Where?”
“Out.”
He hesitated. “Brando will kill me. We had a crisis today and he’s still freaked out. I have to study the janitorial staff for this new deal. Yell at the fish guy for the crap he gave me yesterday.
Other stuff, too.”
“Interesting. Don’t be a wimp. We’ll sneak out.”
Miranda peered down the hallway and gripped his fingers. “No one will ever know you’re not in there.”
They tiptoed out and tore down the back alley. His laughter rung in her ears.
The frosty air nipped at her nose and her boots crunched on black, leftover snow. The city was dirty, feisty and full of life, even late at night. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her close.
Within moments, those talented fingers roamed over the curve of her buttocks. “You have a thing for doing it in public?”
He looked offended. “I didn’t take my jacket. I need the warmth.”
Miranda decided the least she could do was not let him freeze.
They walked fast and in companionable silence until they reached Central Park. The crowds thinned in the frigid temperatures after the holidays, and by the time they arrived at their destination, no one was there.
He looked up at Wollman Rink. “No way. We’re going ice skating?”
“Yes. You need some exercise, fresh air, and to clear your head. Let’s go.”
He dragged his feet through the process, but in a matter of minutes, they’d rented their skates, laced them up, and entered the ice. Gavin paused with one blade halfway down. “I don’t know about this.”
“You loved ice skating when you were younger.”
Surprise flickered across his features.
“You remember that?”
“Of course.” Still, he didn’t move. Almost as if he was afraid of touching something he loved when he was young. Almost as if he wasn’t worthy to remember. “I’m doing this for your own good.”
She pushed him.
He stumbled, caught himself, dipped halfway, and found his balance. She tamped down a giggle and joined him on the ice.
Miranda learned to ice skate as soon as she decided New York City was the place for her to settle down. She used to watch the families and children skate around the big Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center, and longed to join them.
Huddled on the sidelines, one day she put on skates and never looked back.
She loved the slick slide of the blades over the ice.
The wind on her face and the odd sense of freedom she achieved by gliding round and round. Miranda did a few laps, then skidded by his side. “How are you doing?”
He glowered and clung to the wall. “This is stupid.
I’m stressed out. I can’t skate anymore.”
“Yes, you can. It’s like riding a bike.”
“I sucked at that, too.”
Frustration beat from him in waves. She knew Gavin was a perfectionist, and hated to fail. “Let go of the railing. Trust yourself.”
“I trust myself. I just don’t trust the ice.”
She bit her lip and tried hard not to laugh. He was adorable. Brow crinkled.
Blue eyes snapping with impatience. Concentration carving out his features.
Miranda glanced around at the mostly empty rink. A few stragglers huddled by the far wall, talking and not skating.
She moved backward and did a fancy spin to show off. “Maybe you need a bit of motivation.”
“Me. You. Later.”
His head snapped up.
“How so?”
She tapped her finger against her chin. “Hmm.
How about naked Sundays?”
“Huh?”
“We planned on sleeping in this Sunday. Cooking, reading the paper, lying low. If you catch me, I’ll do it all naked.”
She swung her hips back and forth in sensual rhythm and did a quick half turn. “What do you think?”
He cleared his throat and looked down at his feet.
Back up. “What if I can’t catch you?”
She pulled a sad face.
“My ratty flannels come out and don’t come off.”
“I’ll give you a head start.”
Miranda shrieked as he pushed off from the wall.
She sped up, but in moments his awkward pacing smoothed out and those powerful legs ate up the space between them.
Her heart thundered as she whipped around the bend, peeking behind her.
Determination pulsed in waves, along with a hunger that made her belly drop.
Hell, she couldn’t do naked Sundays.
How embarrassing.
He gained on her and she leaned forward for more speed. The wind ripped at her hair and her nose grew drippy and she skated like her ass was on fire.
His fingers closed on her wrist.
One quick tug caught her off balance and she prepared for a graceless fall. The air whooshed past and she tumbled on a hard, muscled chest. With one last whirl across the ice, they skidded to a stop in a tangle of limbs.
She looked up.
He grinned. “You’re right. With the proper motivation, I can skate.”
Miranda wiped at her nose and scowled. “You tricked me. I thought I was helping.”
“You did. Sunday can’t come fast enough. I feel better now.”
“I don’t.” She scrambled to her feet and he interlaced his fingers with hers. He led her back on the ice and they glided in silence, limbs in sync, under a shiny half-moon in the middle of winter.
“Miranda?”
“Yeah?”
“Thank you.” He dragged in a lungful of chilled air and lifted his face to the sky. She smiled. A deep peace settled over the rink and lodged in her heart to stay. Time was running out and a decision needed to be made. They became experts in ignoring the obvious, choosing to drown in each other’s body and mind and seize the moment. The inevitable discussion loomed before them. Would Gavin stay to run the restaurant and sacrifice his career? Or would she be able to uproot herself and travel with him, hoping desperately not to lose her soul along the way? Gloom threatened, but she clasped Gavin’s hand and held on tight. Not today. Not now. For a little while, everything was perfect, under the gleaming moon and the frost-tinted air and the lights of the rink.