Truth
Page 158“I know. But Tony, I can’t go back to the past.”
“To here?”
“No, I love here. I won’t go back to your supreme control over my every move. I can’t. And I can’t allow that kind of life for our child.”
“Our child.” He repeated as he gently touched her midsection.
Claire nodded, “I went to the doctor on Wednesday. She did an ultrasound. I saw the image of our baby and his heart beating. The sound of his heart reminded me of my lake, here. From that moment on, everything felt right.”
“You keep saying him?”
She mused, “I have no idea of gender. Him sounds better than it, don’t you think?”
Tony thought about her words. Finally he said, “You know you’re very good at pretending. I knew it before, but tonight you were perfect at every turn. I felt your anger, yet you appeared perfect. How do I really know how you feel?”
“How do I know how you feel? Or that you won’t do something to me like you did before, with the attempted murder thing.”
Tony lowered his lips to the top of her head, “I guess we need to trust one another.”
“Can we do that?” Claire asked.
On the ride home Tony asked questions and Claire answered. No one else knows about the pregnancy. She wanted to see him and decide what she’d do. However, from the moment she saw the ultrasound, Claire knew, not having this baby was not an option. She told him about the sickness, what she’d thought was food poisoning and the bacon. He asked when she knew. It was Sunday, less than a week ago. She did a home pregnancy test. Wednesday she saw the doctor and Thursday she flew here.
At the bottom of the stairs, Claire said good night to Tony.
Before releasing her hand, Tony said, “I would like to join you, just to talk.”
“Not tonight. I’ve got a lot to think about.”
He didn’t argue.
When she reached her suite, she closed the door and collapsed on the soft sofa. The vibration in her purse caught her attention, three missed calls from Harry. If it were one, she could wait until morning, but three needed attention. There were no voice mails, but she did have a text message, simply saying: CALL AS SOON AS YOU CAN.
Harry answered on the first ring. “Claire?”
“Yes, what’s the matter?”
“Amber’s condo was broken into tonight.”
Claire’s heart stopped, “Is she all right?”
“How did it happen? I thought security had been tightened?”
“It has. Now it’s been stepped up another notch.”
“Did they catch the person?”
“No, whoever it was got away. Security noticed the breach. Do you think Mr. Rawlings is responsible for this, too?”
Claire sat straighter, indignantly she replied, “No.” Her mind whirled; he wouldn’t do that, would he? “Besides, he’s here.” She hastily added, “In Iowa, not here in this room.”
“Well, the thing is – whoever it was tore your room apart. Drawers dumped, closet torn apart. We won’t know until you come home and do inventory, but so far we’ve determined the only thing missing is your laptop. Or do you have it?”
As the blood left her face, she felt violated, “No, I have my tablet, but my laptop should be on the desk.” Her once strong voice quivered, “They only disturbed my room?”
“Yes.”
Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more
about the other person than about his or her reactions to you.
- Dr. Joyce Brothers
Chapter 47
Reality began to focus as Claire’s blissful dreams gave way to the intermittent beeping of her iPhone. She tried to push the sound of her unanswered text messages away and stay in her warm safe cocoon. Undaunted, the beeping continued. Blindly, Claire reached next to her on the large ornately carved four poster bed, for her iPhone. It was where she’d left it, after falling asleep talking to Amber until very late, Iowa time. Claire concentrated on the time: 7:35.
She assessed her body. How did she feel about waking this early? After a few moments she determined neither her body nor her baby were protesting. Claire focused, reading the text messages. The first from Amber: IM GLAD WE TALKED. SEE YOU SUNDAY. The next from Tony: IF YOU ARE FEELING UP TO BREAKFAST, MEET ME ON THE PATIO AT 8. Claire wondered if that was an invitation or a mandate. Either way, her presence was requested in less than a half an hour.
Making her way to the bathroom and washing her face, Claire decided, If Tony wants to see me this early, this is what he gets. She wrapped herself in the pink robe and made her way to the patio. The morning summer sun rose in the southeast, beginning its ascent considerably earlier than Claire. Therefore, by the time she arrived to the patio, it was making its way over the trees and illuminating the brick terrace with its morning brilliance. As soon as Tony saw Claire through the French doors, he moved his coffee cup away and stood.
“Good morning, I wasn’t sure you would wake for my text.”
“Good morning,” she smiled, “I did.” She sat, at the seat complete with a place setting, obviously for her. Immediately, Cindy was beside her.
“Ms. Claire, would you like some coffee or some tea?”
“Tea, thank you, Cindy.”