Two
Cari sank into her chair, rubbing her throbbing elbow, her thoughts wandering into treacherous territory. She and Marisa shared a lot, but there was one thing she hadn’t shared. It had happened on the Fourth of July and Cari was still struggling to understand it herself.
Marisa and Colter had thrown a big barbecue for all their friends. Everyone laughed and visited and had a great time. In the evening Colter had a fireworks display for the kids.
Colter had a couple of water hoses hooked up in case sparks caused a fire. Jack thought the hoses were for fun and started squirting the kids and then letting the hose run all over him. Colter quickly had his son under control and Marisa had taken Jack into the house to change his clothes. She and Reed were laughing at Jack’s silly antics, and then suddenly he was looking into her eyes in a way he never had before. It wasn’t businesslike.
The moonlight was intoxicating and everyone else faded away. Reed had bent his head and gently kissed her lips. It had been exciting, exhilarating and everything she’d ever imagined. For a moment she’d returned the kiss with years of pent-up yearnings.
In the split second it had taken those feelings to take hold, it had taken half that for him to pull away. Suddenly a wall of fear and insecurity blindsided her. He’d never kissed her before. From his “Happy Fourth of July” she knew it was only a friendly gesture. Had she made a fool of herself?
She’d said something and she couldn’t even remember what. Reed left soon after. From then on, their relationship had changed. It was all business now. They didn’t joke around the way they used to and she didn’t call him Junior anymore.
In the past two months she’d wanted to talk about the kiss, but she could never get up enough nerve to even broach the subject. She’d hoped and prayed he’d bring it up, but he hadn’t.
When the kiss had ended abruptly, she had been both disappointed and relieved. She still wasn’t sure what the relief was really about. Was she afraid if he continued with the kiss she would reveal her true feelings? Would Reed tell her he could never become involved with someone who wasn’t in his circle of accepted friends?
At her age it seemed almost impossible that she would allow herself to believe such a thing. She was Marisa’s best friend and the Prestons had accepted her as such. Mainly because they knew Marisa wouldn’t allow anything else.
Reed had those same ethics. Her roots and blue-collar family would make no difference to him.
So why was she so afraid to take a chance? Why was she so afraid to confront Reed about her feelings?
She knew it had something to do with the razzle-dazzle shine of Richard Reed Dalton Preston. Was she happier living with the fantasy of her Prince Charming? Without his shine he’d become just a man. Maybe she was afraid of what that would reveal.
About him.
But mostly about herself.
Perhaps she was one of those women who were only attracted to the shine. Inside her, a sprout of fear took root. Razzle-dazzle shine didn’t last forever and she didn’t have the courage to find out what happened afterward. That said she was shallow and weak.
Or she was good at protecting her heart. She never wanted to feel that kind of pain again—the pain of not being good enough.
She picked up the broken high heel from her desk. As little girls, she and her sisters loved the story of Cinderella and dreamed of a fancy shoe they could slip on their foot to magically change their whole lives—away from the farm with a handsome prince.
But she wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was a grown woman and knew that fairy tales only existed in little girls’ dreams.
She also knew something else. No one was ever again going to make her feel less than she was.
Not the Prestons.
And certainly not Reed.
Cari studied the shoe for an extra moment and wondered if she had the courage to express her feelings and wait for Reed’s reaction. Reed had found the woman for him and that was it. Game. Set. Match. So it was over. Her feelings were inconsequential.
But what if Daphne wasn’t right for him?
Cari closed her eyes briefly, hearing Marisa’s words.
This is your last chance.
Suddenly she realized the truth of those words. It was now or never. They would have time to talk on the plane. She knew his moods. If he was happy, then she wouldn’t say a word about her feelings. If she sensed any doubts then she would open up and ask if he had ever thought of her in a romantic way.
She would bring up the kiss. That could unlock a whole new realm of heartache, but she wasn’t going to let him slip away without saying something.
Think about your job, echoed through her head. Her job gave her prestige, status and an identity. She was Cari Michaels, vice president of Dalton’s Department Stores. People looked up to her, valued her opinions. Could she risk losing that? Could she risk losing everything that made her feel strong and worthy?
With a sigh, she pushed the button for Heather, who breezed through the door immediately and laid the El Paso itinerary in front of her.
“Thanks.” Cari held up the heels, her mind shifting to business. “Put these in a plastic bag and carry them to George Ortell, please. I want to know who supplies these shoes to Dalton’s and I want an explanation of why this heel broke so easily.”
She could look up the information herself, but George had taken over dealing with the suppliers and she wanted him to be on top of things. Inferior products were not carried by Dalton’s.
“Okay.” Heather picked up the shoes and broken heel. “In case he asks, how did the heel break?”
“I was running to make a meeting and ended up flat on my face in the parking garage.”
A light dawned in Heather’s eyes. “Oh. That’s why you don’t have on any shoes.”
“Yes.” Cari stared at the girl, a little puzzled at her reaction. “What did you think happened?”
Heather shrugged. “I don’t know. I thought you were making a fashion statement or something. I tell all my friends I have the coolest boss. She stands up to anyone, even Mr. Reed Preston. How many women would go to a meeting without their shoes? You’re so cool.”
Cari was taken aback at the praise. Heather thought she was cool. If she only knew. “Thank you, Heather.” She rose to her feet. “I’m going downstairs to buy a new outfit and shoes.” She could have easily had the items brought to her, but she enjoyed connecting with the sales staff.
“I’ll get these to Mr. Ortell.”
Cari took the regular elevator, not Homer’s private executive one, to the first floor, which housed the women’s and children’s departments. The second floor was men’s and housewares. Department-personnel offices were located on the third floor, and on the fourth floor were the executive offices. The fifth floor was a private apartment for the Preston family. It was Reed’s domain—Cari had never stepped foot there.
