night?'
It was midafternoon when Alex showed up at Gloria's house. Dani let him in and led him to the kitchen.
'How's she doing?' he asked.
'Good. She's sleeping. The doctor said she would be drowsy for the rest of the day. I' m staying here to keep an eye on her. Kristie wanted to. She's flogging herself with guilt-something I can relate to.'
He leaned against the counter. 'What do you have to be guilty about?'
'I was off having hot monkey sex while my grandmother was messing up her medication.'
'Hot monkey sex?' He grinned. 'Is that what it was?'
'Don't get all macho and smug. It's your fault I wasn't here in the first place.' Not that she actually blamed him, but he was looking too pleased with himself at the moment.
'Because you always check her pills before she takes them?'
'No.'
'Because she's not capable of managing her own medication?'
'She's perfectly capable. It was an honest mistake, one she won't make again. For the record, I deeply resent you using logic at a time like this. You should simply accept the blame and promise never to do it again.'
'Never make love with you?'
Oh. Right. 'Well, maybe not that, but something close.'
'I shouldn't think about making love with you?'
'Did I mention I hate the logic?' she asked. 'Plus you have an unfair advantage. You probably got more sleep than me.'
'Not by much.' He closed the distance between them and kissed her. 'Want to start over?' he asked.
She rested her forehead on his chest. 'Yes. Hi, Alex. Thanks for stopping by. I've had a hell of a day.'
'I bet. But Gloria is better now and that's what matters.'
'It is. I just feel like I've been on an emotional roller coaster for weeks. My life used to be boring. I miss boring.'
'Me, too.'
She looked up into his dark eyes. 'How was your day?'
'Not one I want to repeat. I had a meeting first thing this morning with my parents. I don't, as a rule, enjoy discussing my sex life with them. Then there were a series of meetings both with and without the senator, all on how to 'handle' the situation.'
Dani pointed to the paper on the table. She'd left it open to the photo and article about her leaving Alex's place in the predawn hours. No one knew exactly what had happened in his big house, but there was plenty of speculation.
'We can't even deny what they're saying. Sex was had by all.'
'More than once,' he agreed.
She fingered the paper. 'I haven't really made it to the big time, though. They're still accusing me of having sex with a man. Now if we move on to aliens, then I'll have hit the big time.'
'Good attitude.'
'Really? It's all that stands between me and a major meltdown.' She stepped away until the table was between them. 'I hate this. I hate that my life is being scrutinized. I know, I know, it's because of who my father is. But I don't want this. I don't want to have to worry about being followed and photographed. I'm not a celebrity. I don't want to be news.'
'Me, either. It comes with the territory.'
'But you've been living this way for a while. You're used to it. Your whole family expects it. Mine doesn't. My grandmother is going to read this.'
'My mother asked me if it was true. It's not comfortable, it's not what anyone wants, but it's reality.'
Again with the logic. If Alex had a flaw, this was it. 'I don't want this reality,' she said, fighting the urge to blame him for everything. It wasn't his fault, she reminded herself. They were in this together.
'It's the one we're dealing with. Unless you want to go away somewhere.' The edge to his voice told her what he thought about anyone running away.
'I'm not giving up my life so easily. I just hate that I don't have any choices. That because of the press, I'm on the defensive.'
'You live your life and the hell with them.'
'Is that what you told Katherine?' she asked. 'I know this is hurting her and I hate that, too. She doesn't want to be the subject of speculation, yet she is. Like all of this. Why on earth does Mark want to run for president?'
'Because he thinks he can make a difference. I'm sure he's sorry that his goals in life are getting in your way.'
She frowned. 'Why are you angry with me? I'm the innocent party in all this.'
'We're all the innocent party. You're just more vocal than the rest of us.'
She bristled. 'What? I'm complaining too much? Is it uncomfortable? Am I expected to just smile and wave, no matter what happens? I don't get an opinion? I don't get to complain that my bad luck with men continues on.'
The second the words fell out of her mouth, Dani knew she'd gone too far. Her excuse, if one could be made, was that she'd been on the emotional edge for too long and really needed to get some sleep.
'So I'm just like Ryan and Hugh?' Alex asked coldly, 'Good to know.'
'You're not,' she said quickly. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. I'm just running out of energy here. Why can't I meet a nice guy and have it be easy? Why can't things go well?'
'They're not going well?'
He was deliberately misunderstanding her. She hated that, too. 'Not by my definition,' she said pointing at the paper. 'This is awful.'
'It's an outside circumstance that has nothing to do with what's going on between you and me. If you back away because of publicity, you let the press win.'
'I never said I was backing away.'
'You said I was like the other jerks in your life. If that's true, why would you stick around?'
When had this conversation spiraled out of control? She folded her arms over her chest. 'Alex, stop. I don't want to fight with you. I'm having a hard time coping. I'll deal with it.'
'You're not yet. You want an instant solution. There isn't one. You came looking for your father and you found him. It's not going to be easy. Are you willing to see it through, or are you going to disappear at the first sign of trouble?'
'What? That is totally unfair. I have never walked away from trouble. Do you think it was easy being married to Hugh? I'm not the one who ended that relationship. You don't know me, so who the hell are you to judge me?'
'Right back at you.'
She was seriously pissed off, but she was also hurt. This was not how she wanted things to go with Alex. Last night had been so amazing and wonderful. Shouldn't they be thinking about that instead of fighting?
'I have to go,' he said and walked out of the kitchen.
She started to follow him, then stopped herself. What was there to say? Then she shook her head. No. She wasn't going to leave things hanging like this.
She went after him, but by the time she reached the hallway, it was too late. She heard the front door close. He was gone.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Katherine parked in front of Oliver's school. She knew her attention should be on the coming meeting, but it was hard to focus on anything but the sick feeling in her stomach.
