âHI.â I hated myself for being so damn weak when it came to this woman.
âHi.â There was a smile in Kerriganâs voice on the other end of the phone call. âI wasnât sure Iâd hear from you. How was your trip home?â
âLong.â By the time Iâd made it home on Friday evening, Iâd been exhausted. Saturday and Sunday had been spent in the office, mostly in an attempt to keep myself from calling Kerrigan.
Iâd done well. With a hectic Monday calendar, it should have been easy to keep my thoughts on business. But as it turned out, letting her go was harder than I could have ever expected.
âHow was your weekend?â I asked.
âUm . . . fine? I worked.â
I swallowed it down. Admitting that to her would only make this harder. âI wish . . .â I wished everything were different.
âYou donât have to explain, Pierce. You said you werenât in a place for a relationship. I understand.â
Of course she did. Because she was unlike any woman Iâd ever met. âI have to say goodbye.â
âDidnât we do that on Friday?â
âI donât remember saying the word.â But I had given her a kiss I wouldnât forget. And hopefully . . . neither would she.
Eventually sheâd move on with her life. I wasnât stupid enough to think otherwise, but the idea of her with another man made my stomach churn and my temper rage.
She was mine.
And I was in no position to keep her.
This phone call was a fucking horrible idea.
âI wanted to let you know Iâve given your information to my attorney. Heâll pass along a new contract.â
âOh, okay.â
âIf you ever need anything, you know where to find me.â
âSame to you.â
âAll right.â End the call. Say goodbye. Be done with this.
Neither of us hung up.
âYouâre still there,â I said.
âSo are you.â
âCan I call you again?â
What the fuck was wrong with me today? Another phone call was as bad an idea as this one. It would only delay the inevitable.
Maybe sheâd say no. I needed her to say no.
I needed her to break this off. To find the strength I lacked.
Instead, she said, âYes.â Relief beat out frustration. âBut if you donât, Iâll understand.â
How? She had no idea what was happening in my life. Iâd denied her the explanation sheâd earned.
Kerrigan deserved to know the reason I couldnât pursue this with her. But Iâd kept Jasmine a secret, probably because I wasnât ready to accept that everything in my life was about to change.
âTake care of yourself,â I said.
âYou too.â
I opened my mouth to say goodbye. The word hung on the tip of my tongue, but rather than speak it, I took the cowardâs way and hung up the phone.
âFuck,â I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair.
Calling her had been a horrible idea. It should have ended at her house on Friday, but now I just wanted to call her again.
Nellie knocked on my office door, opening it a crack. âPierce?â
âCome on in.â
She smiled and strode inside with a stack of papers in one hand. âI need twenty minutes.â
I checked my calendar. My meeting with our general counsel was in ten. He could wait five. âIâve got fifteen.â
Nellie took the chair across from my desk, spread out the papers and went through them, one by one. As she talked about the next executive team meeting agenda and finalizing the upcoming yearâs business plan, I studied my phone.
I needed to call Kerrigan again. I needed to explain or, at least, end things differently.
I had time.
Not much, but I had time. Maybe I could go to Calamity, just once more. Spend one more night in her bed.
Kerriganâs house had surprised me. Thereâd been projects everywhere, some further along than others. Iâd expected to see something clean, like The Refinery. But then again, sheâd put her businesses first, saving her own home for last.
The image of her naked in her bed, her hair spread across her lavender pillows in the muted light, tiny specks of green paint on her forehead . . . Iâd never get that image out of my head.
âWell?â Nellie asked.
I blinked and looked up. âHuh?â
She frowned. âYou havenât listened to a word Iâve said, have you?â
I rubbed my face and sighed. âSorry.â
âWhatâs going on with you? Youâve been distracted all day.â
Distracted? Right now, Iâd kill if distracted was my biggest problem. âJust a lot on my mind.â
Nellie tossed her pen on the desk and leaned back in her chair, taking out her phone. Her fingers flew across the screen and when she was done, she set it aside. âI just canceled your next meeting. Talk.â
I stood from my desk, not wanting to feel trapped in a seat, and walked to the windows. It was a beautiful winter day, the sun shining across the city. This view had been a sanctuary for me this past year. When everything had fallen apart with Heidi, Iâd stared out the glass and silenced my thoughts.
Today, they screamed despite the view.
âDo you think itâs possible to fall in love with someone in just days?â
Nellieâs breath hitched. âOh, Pierce.â
âSheâs special. I wish the timing were different.â
âYou could tell her the truth. Kerrigan would understand.â
Yes, she would. But I wouldnât put this burden on her. âI need to do this on my own.â
âWhy?â
âBecause thatâs how it should be. Parents should put their children first.â
âIt doesnât have to be one way or the other. You could have both.â
I shook my head. âShe lives in Montana.â
Kerrigan wanted a life in Calamity. That was where she was building her dreams. I wouldnât steal them from her.
âPeople have moved before,â Nellie said.
âI wonât ask her to do that.â
âNot her. You. Thereâs no reason you have to live in Denver.â
âMy company is here. My parents.â
âYour parents are never here. They look for any excuse to travel. And since youâve been driving everywhere lately, you must have forgotten that you own a plane.â
I closed my eyes. âIt would never work.â
Why would a woman like Kerrigan want anything to do with the insanity that was going to be my life?
âDid you tell her about Heidi?â Nellie asked.
âYeah.â
âWhat did she say?â
I turned from the glass and returned to my chair. âIt shocked her.â
âDuh. It shocked everyone.â
Nellie had adored Grandpa before his affair with Heidi had come to light. From that moment on, sheâd loathed him. Probably because she knew, though I was angry and hurt, I couldnât despise him myself.
Kerrigan had been right about what sheâd said at the house. Those photos and the memories that accompanied them had made some of the pain go away. Not a lot, but some.
âDo you think he loved her?â I asked.
âKerrigan?â
âNo. Heidi.â
Nellie gave me a sad smile. âYes, I do. And I think she loved him.â
âIt just . . . itâs so fucked up.â I pinched the bridge of my nose. âIâd like an updated status report on the ventures we brought in from Barlowe.â
Nellieâs sideways look said she didnât approve of the change in subject but she went along with it. âIâll have it by the end of the day.â
âNow letâs go through this again.â I motioned to the paperwork sheâd brought in.
âPierceââ
âWhat?â
âNever mind.â She pursed her lips, then picked up a page and started where Iâd zoned out earlier.
Twenty minutes hadnât been enough to make it through her list or mine. After an hour, she had more to do than when sheâd walked through the door.
âAnything else?â she asked.
âIâm going to lean on you. Hard. Iâm sorry for it.â
Her expression softened. âDonât be. Iâm here.â
âHas Jasmine called?â
âEvery day.â
Damn it. Sheâd called me every day too. I hadnât returned those calls either. I wasnât ready. Not in the slightest.
âI want to fly to Montana tonight.â
âWhat?â Nellieâs jaw dropped.
I couldnât leave things with Kerrigan after that phone call. âWill you make arrangements with the pilot and airport? Just tonight. And . . . tomorrow night.â I bit my tongue before I could add a third night.
âAre you going to tell her?â
âNo.â
âThen what are you doing?â
âSaying goodbye.â How many goodbyes had I missed lately? My grandfather. My ex-wife. No one could have predicted that their plane would have gone down over the Rocky Mountains. The engine had failed on Grandpaâs Cessna and theyâd crashed in just minutes.
It would be hard as hell to step inside an airplane, especially since it was the same model as Grandpaâs. But flying was safer, it should be safer, than driving in December. And I just . . . I had to get to Montana. I wanted one more night with Kerrigan.
One more before my life changed forever.
âI have time.â
âYou keep saying that.â Nellie shook her head. âBut you donât.â
âI have time.â
âTwo nights?â
âActually, youâd better make it just the one.â Tonight. It would have to be enough.
âOkay.â Nellie sighed and stood from her chair, disappearing to her own office where sheâd make the necessary calls.
One more night. I hurried upstairs to my penthouse and began packing the bag Iâd just unpacked. The sweats that Iâd lent Kerrigan were on a shelf. This morning theyâd been in my hamper.
Damn. My housekeeper had already washed them. I picked up the hoodie and pressed it to my nose, wishing I could find Kerriganâs sweet scent.
It was gone.
Then I could let her go and get on with what was coming.
I picked up my phone, pulling up her name.
She answered on the second ring. âHi.â
âIâm flying up there tonight.â
âTonight? Um, okay.â
âOne more night. Thatâs all I have.â
âThen Iâll take it.â
My heart hammered. âItâll be late.â
âIâll wait up.â
Ending the call, I shoved my phone away and started grabbing clothes, not really caring what I picked because I didnât plan on wearing much.
Then with my overnight bag in hand, I strode through the penthouse toward the front door. I hit the button for the elevator and returned to my office, grabbing my laptop so I could work on the plane.
âPierce.â Nellie came into my office.
I scrambled to wrap up a power cord. âI should have time in the car for my last meeting of the day. Just have them call my cell.â
âPierce.â
âThanks for making this work.â I took my wallet and keys from the top drawer of my desk. âI appreciate it.â
â
.â The urgency in her voice made me pause and look up.
The color had drained from her face. Her eyes were full of apology.
Nellie had looked the same the day that sheâd come in to tell me that Grandpa and Heidi had died. Mom had tried to call me but Iâd been busy, so sheâd called Nellie and asked her to break the news.
I swallowed hard. âWhat?â
âItâs Jasmine.â
My heart dropped. âWhat happened?â
âSheâs at the hospital.â
âIs she okay?â
Nellie nodded. âSheâs in labor.â
The world shifted under my feet.
I was out of time.
âBut itâs early.â
Nellie shook her head. âNot by much.â
âWhich hospital?â I asked.
âP/SL.â
My gaze landed on the overnight bag Iâd set on the desk. There would be no trip to Montana.
âIâll go with you,â Nellie said.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, unable to tear my eyes from the bag. âGive me a minute.â
âOf course.â She turned to leave me alone.
Then I pulled the phone from my pocket and hit Kerriganâs name for the third time today.
âHi.â She laughed as she answered.
âChange of plan.â My voice sounded hoarse and as heavy as my heart. âIâm not going to make it up there tonight after all.â
âOh.â The disappointment rang loud and clear.
âIâm sorry.â
âMaybe another time.â
I wanted to agree. I wanted to promise Iâd come back. But the truth was, I had no idea what life would look like after today.
âGoodbye, Kerrigan.â
The line went silent for a long moment, then she breathed, and my heart broke because there was pain in that sigh. Pain that was my doing.
âGoodbye, Pierce.â
I JOGGEDÂ out of my office and found Nellie waiting in the foyer. We drove in silence across town, and when we reached Jasmineâs room, Nellie hung back.
âIâm going to find a waiting room,â she said. âBut Iâm here. Just call me if you need anything.â
âThanks.â I squared my shoulders, knocked on the door and pushed inside the delivery room.
On the narrow hospital bed, Jasmine was propped up with a bunch of pillows. Her mousy brown hair was braided over one shoulder. Her pregnant belly protruded from the white hospital blanket draped over her legs.
The glare she sent me was as cold as the ice chips in her cup. âIâm shocked you actually showed up.â
âIâm sorry.â I sat on the edge of the bed. âIâm so sorry. But Iâm here now.â
Her jaw clenched. âHeidi would be so pissed at you.â
âYes.â I chuckled. âAnd rightly so.â
âYouâre an asshole.â
âPretty much.â
The corner of her mouth turned up. âIâm not far along so this might take a while.â
I stood and shrugged off my suit jacket, draping it over a chair in the corner. âIâm not going anywhere.â
Not anymore.