high-society Chicago.
He and Gracie had grown pretty close by then, and knowing she’d held that back from him had hurt his feelings and had him questioning their friendship. He’d confronted her, and her explanation for the deception had broken his heart. She’d shrugged, as if it was no big deal, and said, “People use me to get to my father all the time. When someone shows interest in me, I have a process. I had to know if you were really who you said you were.”
“And you think I am?” he’d asked, hoping she’d say yes.
She’d smiled and said, “Yeah, I do. Thanks for being a real friend.”
In that instant, he’d realized he could never be with her. He’d wanted to. More than she ever could have imagined. But friendship was the only thing she’d really needed from him. Someone to always have her back, and help keep away those people who would try to take advantage of her. And it had been shocking to see just how many there were. That’s when he genuinely understood her caution, and the realization had cemented them firmly in the friendship zone. If they were to get into a romantic situation that didn’t work out, he knew it would end their friendship. Then who would watch out for her? Who would be her “true” friend?
It wasn’t a chance he had been willing to take. Not then anyway. But later, after he graduated, things changed. And by then it was too late to change back.
“I want to explain what happened,” he told her.
Her voice ice-cold, she said, “You mean how you tried to destroy my family. Again.”
It was the “again” that got him, and the hint of pain layered just beneath the anger in her voice. The last thing he’d wanted to do was hurt her. “Brooks hired me to investigate and I was doing my job.”
She huffed. “Sure you were. By making up lies and spreading rumors about us. Just like the last time. I know my father isn’t perfect, but to accuse him of date rape?”
“That wasn’t me. I had no intention of accusing him of anything until I had the facts. But Brooks was pushing me for an update so I told him what information I already had. I told him that it was unsubstantiated, and I needed more time to investigate. Brooks didn’t want to wait. I was just as shocked as everyone else when he went public.”
Roman hadn’t known that Brooks had been planning to take all that unverified evidence to the local media until it was too late. Unfortunately his brother Graham hadn’t realized either that Brooks’s only goal had been to take Sutton and his family down, even if his allegations were based on rumors and lies. But by then there was nothing Roman or anyone else could do to stem the flow of speculation and accusations. The damage was already done.
Definitely not Roman’s fault.
“It’s not as if you have a history with this sort of thing,” Gracie said, her tone dripping with resentment as she propped her hands on her very sexy hips, lifted her chin high and met his gaze. As if to say, Here I am. Take your best shot.
“I’ve made terrible mistakes,” he told her, and his candor made her blink with surprise. But he believed in taking responsibility for his actions, no matter how hard it might be. “I know I’ve caused you and your family unspeakable pain. And I’ve had to live with that. But I swear to you that I didn’t have any knowledge of Brooks’s plan and had nothing to do with it. I was just doing my job.”
“Give me one good reason why I should believe you.”
“I don’t have one.” If he were her, he probably wouldn’t believe him, either.
She didn’t seem to know what to say, when in the past she’d always had strong opinions about pretty much everything.
“Now I want to ask you a question,” he said.
She shook her head. “Nope. That was not part of the deal. I’m only supposed to listen, remember? It’s just like you to go back on your word.”
A direct hit. Clearly she was giving him no slack. That was more like the Gracie he knew.
“Answer it, don’t answer it, that’s up to you,” he said. “I just want to know why you let Sutton do that to you.”
Her brow wrinkled with confusion, and her curiosity won out over her stubborn nature. “Do what?”
“Belittle and disrespect you.”
She instantly went on the defensive, looking outraged by his accusation. “He didn’t. He loves me.”
“You’re so used to it you don’t even see it,” he said, shaking his head sadly. Sutton was a textbook sociopath. Roman wasn’t sure if he was even capable of genuine love. He was too narcissistic.
“See what?” she snapped.
“Let’s put it this way. You have a name and it isn’t Princess.”
* * *
Gracie rolled her eyes in exasperation. “It’s a term of endearment. Not an insult.”
“Not during a business meeting,” Roman said, and she felt her resolve falter. Okay, so it did annoy her a little when her father called her Princess in certain situations. Especially in business meetings. But that was just his way.
“And that’s not half as bad as the way he just bartered you like property to get what he wanted,” Roman said.
Ouch. He hit a raw nerve with that comment, and it took everything in her not to wince. He was right. What her father had done to her today was beyond humiliating. And inexcusable. But she didn’t believe he was intentionally disrespecting her. He was just used to getting what he wanted.
And how does that make it okay? an annoying little inner voice asked.
Simple. It didn’t. There was nothing okay about the way he’d treated her, so why did she put up with it? He would have never done such a thing to Gracie’s sisters. But then again, they wouldn’t have tolerated it. Had she been so enamored, such a devoted daddy’s girl, that she let him walk all over her? That he took advantage of her devotion?
The idea made her sick to her stomach.
She could blame it on his illness but she would only be lying to herself.
“No one deserves to be disrespected that way,” Roman said, and she recognized his tone. She’d heard it a lot near the end of their relationship. He was angry. But not at her.
He was angry for her.
She had no idea what that meant, or how she should take it. Or even what she should say in response. Thank you? Mind your own business?
After all this time why did he even care anymore? Was this some sort of trick or manipulation? Was he using her to get to her father again?
“You should have told us both to go to hell,” he said, sounding genuinely mad. And he was right, she should have, so why hadn’t she? Why had she...
Her thoughts came to a screeching halt.
Wait a minute. Roman had been the one to suggest the bargain in the first place. Was that not disrespectful,
