“Colt talked to me this morning. I understand that you were going to go to the police if I didn’t step aside and hand the company over to him.” He holds up his hands in surrender. “You got what you wanted. He’ll be in charge, and I’ll stay on as a consultant.”
I’m utterly speechless. Colt already spoke to him. It’s then that I notice much of his office is packed up, boxes lying scattered across the room, files open and disorganized on his desk.
“Why are you still here?” he asks after a few tense moments. “You got what you wanted.”
I shake my head. “There’s one more thing.”
He cocks his head, looking at me quizzically.
I know I need to find Colt, to find out why he’s done this, but I can’t bear to face him right now, so I retreat to the safety of my computer lab. I need time to process all this.
So much for being alone. Colt is sitting inside the lab as if he’s waiting for me.
I stop just inside the door. “Hi.”
My hearts pounds looking at this achingly gorgeous guy who I can’t have, who I’m pretty sure no longer wants me. I blush at my behavior last night. Getting drunk with guys I don’t know, going to his bedroom, throwing myself at him, then pushing him off me and storming away like an impulsive child. Meanwhile, he’s talked his father into leaving.
The silence between us is chilling. I wait for him to say something, but he makes no move to speak. He just quietly watches me like I’m the most fascinating thing he’s ever seen. God I wish I knew what he was thinking.
“So are your parents on their way to come collect you?” His voice is cold, unemotional.
“I never actually called them.” I sit down in my usual chair. Between everything with Colt and McAllister and the ship disaster weighing on me, I hadn’t been ready to talk to my mom –or break the news that I was coming home.
“Why not? Seemed like you had your mind made up.”
“I thought I had too, but I still had some unfinished business here.”
He flinches. Yes, he was part of that unfinished business. But was he still? That was the million dollar question. Or actually, two million.
“Speaking of…” I hold up an envelope and hand it to Colt.
“What’s this?” He turns the plain white envelope over in his hands.
“Open it.”
Colt looks at me for a moment, then carefully breaks the seal on the envelope and slides out a two million dollar check to the Center for Cervical Cancer Research, made out in honor of Elaina Palmer. His breath catches. When his eyes flick to mine, they’re filled with incredible emotion.
It was my last request of McAllister, to see that all of money be donated to a good cause. This is the first installment. The next check I want donated to the region affected by the oil spill. When I told him what I had in mind, he didn’t even argue. He hastily made out the check and handed it to me. I suspected it had something to do with safeguarding that one day in the future, maybe he’d have the chance to rebuild his relationship with his son.
Colt’s still quietly studying the check in his hands, but there are a few more things I need to say to him.
“I wanted to…thank you.” I take a deep breath, trying to clear my head. Why did everything feel so horribly formal between us? “I talked to McAllister. You changed your mind about helping me. Thank you,” I say solemnly.
“I wanted to help you, I just had to figure out how, Taylor. He’s my dad.” Colt inhales sharply and runs his hands through his already disheveled hair. “He and I already had a terrible relationship. Running him out of his own company didn’t help that any, but you were right, it had to be done.” He meets my eyes, his gaze steely and intense. “I just needed time to see that.”
Gosh, of course he needed time. Was I so selfish that I just expected him to disown his father on my command? The achy feeling in my chest intensifies. This is not going the way I expected. What must he think of me?
“Not to mention, the thought of being the head of an international multi-million dollar corporation at age nineteen is a little overwhelming.” He smiles softly and my stomach flips.
“So I suppose we’re back to Mr. Palmer, then given your new role?”
He smirks, and shakes his head slowly. “No. But if I can, I’d like to use my pull around here to see if I can get you to stay. Of course, that’s up to you.”
My heartbeat builds, waiting to see where this conversation is going.
But we both stay quiet. A few moments later Colt stands nods once politely and leaves. The empty feel of the room haunts me after he’s gone.
“Taylor,” MJ sighs, pulling me up from my bed. “This has got to stop.” She studies me with concerned expression.
I close my eyes, silently pushing back the heartbreak, Colt’s rejection. And I take a deep breath to clear my head.
“You mope around. You barely speak. You don’t eat. You zone out in class.”
I can’t argue with her. Everything she’s said is true.
“And Colt’s the same way. Distracted, sad and
I look up at her. Colt, sad? No. He could’ve easily made this right between us, but he hadn’t. This is what he wanted. I forced his dad away and forced him into a role he wasn’t sure he wanted. I ruined any chance we had.
“Taylor, I can read it on him plain as day. He misses you. The line of girls streaming from his bedroom was his defensive mechanism. He was scared. But you showed him another way.”
“Don’t.” I hold up one hand, stopping her. I can’t allow myself to hope. It would only destroy me again. What happened to the MJ who hated Colt? Was disgusted by his very existence? I missed that MJ. I needed her level- head to keep my feet on the ground and not allow this crazy line of thinking to continue. I was not the girl who would change Colt. He truly was beyond help.
MJ squeezes my hand. “I can’t believe I’m saying this but…he loves you. I can see it in the way he looks at you. He’s heartbroken without you. ”
“Are you high?”
“I wish.” She rolls her eyes. “Go talk to him. Okay?”
I nod while tears irrationally well in my eyes.
“And if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to go throw up now for suggesting you be with Colt.”
I laugh despite my teary eyes. “Thanks, MJ.”
She gives my hand a squeeze then leaves me alone.
I tap lightly at the door to the office.
“Come in,” his voice calls.
I open the door to find Colt behind a heavy wooden desk, clicking away on his keyboard in his newly appointed, but bare office. He’s deep in concentration and doesn’t look up from the screen. He’s dressed in a button down shirt and dress pants, and would have looked professional and sophisticated if it wasn’t for his messy bedroom hair. I sigh; his hair that always invited my touch. When I think about how good he looks, I feel a little stabbing pain my chest. Is this what heart failure feels like?
I blink the thought away.
When I look at him again, he’s stopped typing and is watching me intently.
“Hi,” I offer, my voice trembling against my will.
“Hi.”
I take a deep breath, hoping to clear my head. “I’m here for my next assignment,” I inform him, sounding
