yet. Surely … surely that would be important to Larissa.
Chloe sighed. She would just have to work harder to win Todd’s mother over. The thought had barely formed when the doorbell rang.
Chloe’s heart skidded. Todd!
Rushing from the bedroom, she hurried down the stairs and across the entryway. She nearly tripped on the stack of boxes leaning against the wall—boxes she’d been meaning to begin using to pack up her belongings for the move to Todd’s place. “Todd!” she cried, flinging open the front door of the rented townhome.
But it wasn’t Todd.
Instead, a FedEx driver stood on the doorstep. “Ms. Patterson?”
“Yes.”
“Delivery for you. Sign here, please.”
She eyed the overnight envelope as she signed the delivery ticket.
“Thanks.” He smiled briefly, handed her the envelope and then walked rapidly back to his truck.
Frowning, Chloe closed the door slowly. The return address on the label said the envelope had come from Todd—sent from San Francisco. What in the world? Had she gotten the dates wrong? Had something happened? Was he not coming home today?
With mounting trepidation, she pulled the strip that opened the package. Inside there was one lone sheet of paper. Even before she pulled it out, her heart began knocking against her chest.
Dear Chloe,
I know this will be a shock. Yesterday Meredith and I were married. When you get this, we will be on our honeymoon in Fiji. We fought our feelings for each other for weeks now, but it was no use. I hope someday you’ll forgive me. The ring is yours. Sell it if you want. I’m sorry.
Todd
Shocked and disbelieving, Chloe stared at the paper as if staring long and hard enough would change the words to something that made sense.
Married! To Meredith!
She shook her head. No. This couldn’t be happening. Meredith Belson was Todd’s assistant. A childhood friend of his. She … she had been so nice to Chloe. She’d even recommended a wedding planner to help Chloe with all the details for her upcoming wedding. She had believed Meredith to be her friend, too. In fact, aside from Molly, Chloe’s cousin and best friend, Meredith was the last person Chloe would ever have imagined would betray her like this.
Shaking, Chloe walked to the stairs and sat down. Samson, her cat, sensing her distress, sidled up to her and meowed.
Chloe kept staring at the stark words. Yesterday Meredith and I were married.
How could she?
But it’s not Meredith’s fault, is it? She’s not the one who said he loved you. She’s not the one who asked you to marry him. Todd is the one who betrayed you.
Chloe was too numb, still too shocked to cry. Todd. Todd and all the bright dreams of the future he had brought into her life … were gone.
Married.
To someone else.
Keep the ring. Sell it if you want.
As those cruel words echoed, tears finally filled Chloe’s eyes, but these weren’t sad tears. They were angry tears. Wrenching the ring off her finger, she threw it against the wall. Samson jumped in alarm and, in a blur of ocher fur, raced away.
The flawless stone set in platinum fell to the floor. It lay there, a glittering, forlorn symbol of what would never be.
What am I going to do?
And it was only then that the most serious consequence of Todd’s betrayal really hit her.
Our baby.
Oh, God. How could she have forgotten the baby? The baby Todd didn’t know about.
She swallowed hard, clutching her stomach. A wild hope flooded her. Surely, when Todd did know, he would realize he’d made a terrible mistake. He would come back to her. To them. She had to tell him. Right now. Even though he’d said he and Meredith were on their honeymoon in Fiji, Chloe knew Todd well enough to know he would never be without his BlackBerry.
I’ll text him.
Yet even as she started up the stairs to find her cell phone, she knew texting Todd was a crazy idea. Did she want Todd back because he felt guilty? Of course she didn’t. She wanted him to love her! She wanted him to want to be with her. No way was she going to try to blackmail him or guilt him into anything.
Once more, she sank down onto one of the steps. This time the tears that ran down her face were filled with heartbreak.
She would have her baby alone.
In fact, she didn’t want Todd to ever know about their baby. If he had rejected them, they would reject him.
No matter what it cost her.
Simon Foster Hopewell III had the beginnings of a monster headache as he reviewed the revised budget for the fiscal year beginning next month on the first of June.
He couldn’t believe what a botched mess this latest version of the production department budget was. And this was the third time it had been revised. Picking up a red felt-tip pen he angrily crossed out items one by one. Somehow his department heads needed to understand that they had to stay within the guidelines they’d been given, whether they liked it or not. Maybe they operated like this at home, borrowing from Peter to pay Paul, but they were not going to operate like this at Hopewell Enterprises. Not as long as he was in charge.
Blowing out an exasperated breath, Simon sat back in his swivel chair and glanced up at the large oil portrait of his great grandfather, the first Simon Hopewell, for whom he’d been named. A stern man who came from Quaker stock, he’d be appalled at the way business was conducted nowadays. Old Simon had never borrowed a penny in his life.
Simon closed his eyes. He was tired. Tired of being the heavy here at the company and tired of being the heavy at home. Ever since his father had died two years ago of a sudden, massive heart attack, most of the responsibility for both the business and the family had fallen onto his shoulders.
Certainly he got no help from Noah, who wanted nothing to do with the business and spent his days working at a homeless shelter and his nights fooling around with the rock band he’d started. Noah was a good guy; Simon actually admired him for his convictions and his lack of interest in money, but he had to face facts. Noah was never going to play a part in the Hopewell family fortunes.
And the jury was still out on Todd. If he did a good job with the clients in San Francisco, then Simon might consider giving him more responsibility within the business. But Simon wasn’t convinced that would happen. In fact, he’d been worrying ever since he’d entrusted Todd with the San Francisco assignment.
Todd was spoiled. He was also impulsive, always jumping into things. He started
