SWNOVELS Chapter 62
Mel rocks on the balls of her feet as she stares at the elevator doors. She’s been on edge all day, jittery and nervous, and probably excited too. From what she told me, she hasn’t seen her little sister since Christmas, and I know how hard that must be because I know how much I miss Drake and Maddox even though I could technically go see them whenever I want. The memory of our miserable Christmas at my father’s house, where the absence of both Mel and her sister was keenly felt by my father and brothers and me, leaves a bitter taste in my mouth.
I lean against the wall, watching her, my arms crossed over my chest. Teddy called less than a minute ago to say that Ashley was on her way up, and Mel practically bounced out of the den and down the hallway. I haven’t seen her this animated since before she lost the baby, and happiness warms my chest from the small glimpse of the person she was before.
The elevator doors open, and Ashley bounds out and straight into Mel’s waiting arms. She’s basically a smaller, younger version of her big sister, with the same bright green eyes and long chestnut-colored hair. I watch the two of them embrace, and after a few seconds Ashley starts to cry, making me feel like a voyeur intruding on their grief.
Until now, the grief has belonged to only Mel and me. Sharing that with her has felt intimate and brought me comfort. Now she’s sharing her grief with her sister, and while I know that’s as it should be, it also makes me feel less needed.
It’s late. I should head to bed and leave them to catch up without me watching over them, so that’s what I do. And when I’m lying in bed, I realize that in all my thirty-eight years on this earth, I have never felt more alone.
Mel sits cross-legged on the sofa in the den, coffee in her hands and stifling a yawn.
“Did you and your sister stay up late?” I ask, my tone full of concern despite my attempt to keep it light. But if she won’t let me look after her, she needs to take good care of herself.
“Yeah,” she says with a soft sigh. “I figure I need to grab onto all the sister time I can get before she goes back to Boston tomorrow.” Sadness washes over her features, and I can only imagine how hard it is for her having Ashley and Tyler so far away all the time.
I clear my throat. “What do you two have planned today?”
She rolls her eyes. “Ugh. Ashley’s favorite pastime—shopping.”
I take a seat on the sofa beside her. “You don’t like shopping?”
She wrinkles her nose. “Not really. I like shopping for a purpose, like if I need an outfit for something, but not just because. Ash, however, could shop all day, every day and never get bored of it.”
I run a hand over my jaw. “So we need to create an occasion for you to shop for.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“But if that’s what it’s going to take to make today more fun for you, how about dinner tonight? I’ll take you and Ashley somewhere, and you can buy an outfit for that.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want to go out.”
“Fine. I’ll cook dinner, but it can still be an occasion.”
Her cheeks flush pink, and she drops her head, biting on her bottom lip. Now I feel like an asshole because I know her funds are limited. I take my wallet from my back pocket and pull out my black Amex card. “Take this and buy you and Ash whatever you want.”
She blinks at me. “Are you serious?” Her accusatory tone makes the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “After everything that’s happened between us—after what you accused me of—you think I’d take your money?”
I let out a heavy sigh. “Then take it for Ashley.”
She rolls her eyes again. “She doesn’t need your money either.”
I bite back the retort on my tongue about her already having a hundred and sixty grand of it and slip the card back into my wallet.
We sit in awkward silence, and I’m about to fill it when she speaks. “That was very nice of you though. Thank you.” She bumps her arm against mine. “But you know I can’t take your money, right?”
“I know. It was a stupid suggestion. I just want you both to have a good day.”
“We will.” A faint smile lights up her face. “You don’t need to spend a lot of money to have a good day shopping, at least not with Ash. You could come with us? She’ll teach you the art of window-shopping.”
Spending the day with her makes even that torture sound appealing, but I decline because she deserves some quality time with her sister. “As incredibly fun as that sounds, I think I’ll pass.”
She chuckles. “Yeah, I don’t blame you, Ice.”
My heart hammers double time in my chest at her use of that name. She must feel it too because her breath hitches in her throat.
“That shower is incredible!” Ashley’s excited shriek pierces the air between us. She flops onto the armchair and starts running through her shopping itinerary, which she appears to have planned with military precision.
My cell phone rings, providing me with the perfect excuse to leave the room. When I see the name flashing on the screen, I realize my day is about to get a whole lot more complicated.
I wait until I’m out of earshot before I answer. “Hey, Jessie.”
“Hi, Nathan. I have some information for you. Sorry it took so long, but you said it wasn’t urgent and things have been hella busy around here.” She lets out a breath. “Anyway, that was some rabbit hole you sent me down.”
“It was?”
She laughs. “I haven’t worked that hard for a long time.”
“Shit. I’m sorry if it took up too much of your time.” Until I saw her name on my phone a few minutes ago, I’d almost forgotten I asked her to look into Luke Edison’s murder a few months back.
“Please don’t apologize. I love this stuff. But accessing records from seventeen years ago isn’t as easy as getting information on more recent stuff, is all. There were so many red herrings to follow. Whoever covered this up did a hell of a job.”
My interest piqued, I head to my office and close the door. “Okay, give me everything you got.”
“How’s Mel?” Elijah places the tray containing our coffees and two bear claws on the table before taking a seat.
It’s been over a week since she lost the baby, and we’ve settled into a routine where she watches god-awful TV or reads while I work on the sofa beside her. Each day I see a little more of her laughter and light. Having her sister home certainly seems to have lifted her spirits. “She’s doing as well as can be expected, I guess.”
He arches an eyebrow. “And you?”
I shrug. “I’m good.”
“Don’t lie to me, Nathan.”
“What? I’m okay. I mean, it was … the baby was a part of her, Elijah. She lost a part of herself.”
His brown eyes soften. “It was a part of you too.”
I swallow down the knot of sadness in my throat. “I know. But I’m okay.”
“And this thing between you and Mel?”
I frown. “What about it?”
He shrugs. “Seems like you two have been getting along well. Is she back for good?”
I shake my head. “Only until her cousin gets back to town next week.”
He takes a sip of his coffee. “And how do you feel about that?”
“Jesus Christ, Elijah, is this some sort of therapy session?” I ignore the disapproving look from the woman at the table next to ours.
He rolls his eyes and leans forward, completely unaffected by me snapping at him. “I fucking care about you, asshole. Sue me.”
I snort. “If I did sue you, I’d win.”
“Yeah, the Iceman is a real shark.”
I roll my shoulders. “Yeah, don’t forget it, buddy.”
He smirks and gives me a pat on the shoulder. “Seems to me like the ice man has thawed for his veterinary nurse.”
I grind my jaw and glare at him.
He cocks his head. “Touched a nerve?”
“Fuck you.”
“Nice,” he mutters.
“If you really want to be a good brother, you can come for dinner tonight.”
His face becomes a mask of confusion. I think he’s come to my apartment for dinner all of twice in the eleven years I’ve lived there. “Dinner? Why?”
“Mel’s sister is staying with us until tomorrow. I have some news I need to break to them about their father’s murder. It would make me feel a hell of a lot better to have someone there who will stop either of them from trying to slit my throat with a steak knife.”
Elijah’s brow furrows. “What have you found out about Luke Edison’s murder?”
I check my watch and curse under my breath. I’m going to be late for a meeting if I don’t leave now. “I’ll fill you in tonight. You can be there at seven, yeah?”
He shakes his head. “I can’t. Amber has a society thing she has to attend tonight. I’m supposed to go.”
“You hate those fucking things. I need you there, bro.”
He winces, and I know I’m asking a lot. His marriage is in big trouble, and him blowing off his wife and one of her fancy society events is likely to piss her off big time. But it’s not like she’s ever there for him when he needs her. “Can’t you ask Mason?”
“Can’t. He’s dating some actor now, and he flew to London last night to watch him in a show. Drake has a deposition on Monday that he has to prep for, so he won’t fly from Chicago for one night. And before you suggest Maddox, I have no idea where the fuck he is right now.”
“So I’m your last resort?”
I shrug. “Kinda.”
He snorts a laugh and shakes his head. He knows that’s not true. “Fine. I’ll come to dinner.”
“Thanks, buddy. I really do appreciate it.”