The Life She Wants Part 31

He lifted one brow. "That spaghetti worked fine for me," he said.

"I have no idea what's wrong," she said. She sniffed. "I feel completely fine now. That coffee even smells good."

"Emma," he asked. "When did you last have a period?"

"Oh, s.h.i.+t," she said.

It was next to impossible to get an immediate appointment with an OB, especially if you were a woman about four weeks pregnant. What they routinely did was give you vitamins and see you for the first time at a couple of months, maybe three months. But Adam taught with a man whose wife was an OB and called in a favor because Emma was worried. She was afraid she'd gotten a positive pregnancy test because something was terribly wrong. After all, she'd been through a little over a year of infertility tests and treatments.

"I can't see that anything is wrong," Dr. Winnet said. "And you are definitely pregnant. Due in the fall."

"But I was told my only hope was in vitro!"

"I'll request the records from your specialist and do a little blood work, but if you were infertile, you're not anymore. And you appear to be in excellent health."

Her records were electronic and therefore transferred from Dr. Grimaldi in New York within a couple of days. Dr. Winnet called her. "I'm a little confused. You say he did a fertility workup? Because all I find in your chart is regular exams, birth control medication, one cyst removal."

"No, no, not birth control pills. I was taking hormones to stimulate ovulation. I was x-rayed for blocked fallopian tubes. We were getting ready to harvest eggs for in vitro when..." She stopped. When Richard said, "I don't have time to deal with this while I'm consumed with the investigation. They're demanding records constantly. Just let me get through this and we'll give it a go."

"Maybe I can find better records at the hospital or surgical center where the procedures were performed."

Emma took a deep breath and tried to think clearly. It couldn't be that it had all been a lie. "Dr. Grimaldi had his own surgi-center." And she had gone with Richard after-hours because of Richard's impossible schedule.

"I'll call them, ask if they have records for your procedures."

But there were none.

"Could the records have been lost?" Emma asked.

"Possible, but unlikely," Dr. Winnet said. "It has happened, though it's rare. But all that aside, your blood work is good, your physical was excellent and you have no reason to worry."

Emma would never know for sure, but she strongly suspected she'd been pulled into the web of Richard's many lies yet again. When she first suggested a baby, he didn't like the idea because of his age. When she pestered him, he made an appointment with Dr. Grimaldi-early evening when there was only one nurse present and no other patients. Emma had felt, as she often did, that she was given special treatment because of Richard. She was flattered to be seen by such an important doctor after the office was closed. Dr. Grimaldi had seemed thrilled to help Richard with this little problem. And now she thought Dr. Grimaldi had probably been very well paid for his fraud.

"I'd bet my life on it," Emma told Adam. "He pulled off things I never could have dreamed of."

"Well, the only thing I want to pull off with you is a child. I didn't think I'd ever be a father."

"You don't have much choice now, do you?" she said.

"You're going to have to come clean with Riley," he said. "We can do it together, you can do it your own way, you can enlist June to help, but it has to be done. Like it or not, we're all family now."

"I'm sorry for the surprise, for the shock," Emma said.

"I'm not," he said. "I wasn't sure how I'd ever convince you to give me a chance. I couldn't be happier about it. And all I want to do is make you happy. Think you can live with that?"

She smiled and touched his sweet face. "I'm sure I can."

Chapter Twenty.

Maddie had a date for the Valentine's dance. It was her first official date, the kind where a boy formally asks a girl for a special occasion, when a perfect dress has to be found. But, there were three soph.o.m.ore couples going together, not a sixteen-year-old among them, thank G.o.d. So they were chauffeured by parents. And Jock came over to Riley's house to see Maddie all dressed up and picked up by her date.

He didn't act like one of those caricature dads who growled and threatened the skinny young man, and Riley was so proud of him for that. He was completely comfortable, complimenting Maddie, grinning at the kids, taking a few pictures and texting them to his side of the family. And when they were gone, off to the dance, Riley opened a bottle of wine and poured them each a gla.s.s.

She clinked his gla.s.s in a toast. "That's going to be hard to get used to-watching her go off with a man like that."

"That wasn't a man," he said. He pulled her down on the couch beside him. "She's going to figure us out real soon, you know."

"I think she has no idea it's you I've been talking to at night."

"It's probably none of my business, but what happened to the other guy?"

"We parted on friendly terms," Riley said. "I invited him to lunch, told him that many circ.u.mstances combined to make me realize I wanted to get to know my daughter's father better. He was pretty civil about it."

"Pretty civil?" Jock asked.

"He's a very nice guy and I suggested we stay in touch, remain friends, and he said no, thank you."

"Smart man," Jock said.

"What are we going to do if we don't work out?" Riley asked.

"You mean if it doesn't work for you? It's working pretty well for me."

"I don't want Maddie traumatized," Riley said. "You know she'll be thrilled to think of her parents romantically involved. What if we hit a wall, fight, split apart again? What if that happens?"

He smiled and just shook his head. "Couples argue sometimes. People disagree." He put his arm around her and pulled her closer. "It's okay if that happens. But those things that kept us apart as teenagers-we don't have those things to wrestle with anymore. At least I don't. I'm not scared and immature anymore. And you and Maddie are my family. You think I won't do anything under the sun to protect that?"

"How long have you been like this?" she asked him.

"I don't know. Look, I'm not the smart one. But my mother says I have good common sense."

"There hasn't been anyone for me," she said. "No one."

He chuckled. "I wish I could say the same, but I made a few women completely miserable, looking for someone to love."

"It is positively ridiculous that we've loved each other for all these years and couldn't get together on anything."

"I think Emma has something to do with it."

"Emma?"

"Riley, you've been hung up about Emma for sixteen years. Feeling guilty, angry, lonely. You blamed yourself for so much. You blamed her when you couldn't blame yourself anymore. Then she came back, wounded after all she went through, and you saw that she was just a hurt little girl willing to do whatever she had to do to get her life back. Just like you had been. The two people who had failed you in the worst time you'd ever faced-me and Emma-are back, hoping for another chance to be there for you."

"I get that you are, but Emma?"

"Emma. Working for your company, following your rules, staying away so she doesn't crowd you, visiting your mother in secret so she doesn't anger you. Just coming back, she reminded you that all our mistakes were so, so long ago. And some of them turned out to be real gifts. She wants to be your friend again, Riley. And I want to be your man."

"After all this time," she said.

"I couldn't get close to you before now," he said. "It wasn't your fault. I don't blame you. I was such an a.s.shole. But we have what it takes now."

"Ever since you lost your spleen, I've been very satisfied."

"Nice to be a little older, isn't it? The backseat of a car or a sandy beach sure can be a challenge. Maddie can't come home early without calling one of us for a ride. Let's go to bed and take our time, huh?"

It amazed Riley that her old pa.s.sionate feelings for Jock when she was so young could feel just as fresh and new now. But vastly improved. Now she couldn't help but be aware that his every touch was meant simply to please her. They had only renewed this part of their relations.h.i.+p about a week before and already they were like seasoned lovers, like old pros. He worked her body like he'd been doing it for years. The Jock she'd been so angry with had been replaced by a tender and unselfish man. The Jock she always thought of as an idiot was actually a very funny, intuitive man. And the man who had been such a giving father to their daughter proved he could be trusted.

She curled up to him and whispered, "I think you are a wonderful lover."

"Or you are and it makes me look good," he said, kissing her.

Pressed up against his warm body, she drifted back in time for a while. They didn't have the tools to make it when they were kids. Nor the wisdom and patience. But they had those things now.

It seemed that only seconds had pa.s.sed when the sound of the front door opening woke them. Riley looked over Jock's shoulder at the clock. It was midnight. "Oh, G.o.d, what are we going to do?"

"Mom?" Maddie yelled.

"I think we're coming out of the closet," Jock said. "Unless you have a better idea."

"Mom? You went to bed? I thought you'd wait up to hear about the-" She stood in the doorway. Her mouth hung open; her eyes were big and round. "Dad?" she asked, confused. "What are you doing?"

"Hmm. Well, we couldn't find the Scrabble game..."

Late Sunday morning, Riley went to Emma's little bungalow. She knew the address from her employment records and she wasn't going to do what she had to do at work. She immediately thought it was so cute, sitting on a street with a lot of little houses, big trees and old people-not a child in sight. She parked on the street and recognized her brother's SUV in front of the house. Hmm. That should make things easy. Sort of.

She tapped on the door and Emma opened it wearing jeans and a sweats.h.i.+rt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail. She jumped in surprise when she saw Riley.

"Sorry for the shock," Riley said. "Sorry I didn't call ahead. I didn't want you worrying about what I wanted. I didn't want you to waste a lot of energy trying to prepare yourself. Can we talk?"

"Adam's here," Emma said almost shyly.

"I saw his car."

Then there he was, right behind Emma, his hand on Emma's shoulder. And he was frowning. "Riley?"

"I just wanted to talk to Emma for a moment. And you, also. Okay?"

"Sure," Emma said. "Of course. I just fixed a cup of tea. Would you like one?"

"That would be nice. If you're sure it's all right..."

"Come inside, Riley," she said, holding the door open.

"I'll get that tea," Adam said.

Riley looked around the pleasant little room and smiled. It was very understated, comfortable and homey. "You must really like it here," she said to Emma. "But what a difference for you."

"A very positive difference. Riley, I wasn't intentionally keeping my relations.h.i.+p with Adam a secret. It felt as if... Well, as if you really didn't want to know."

"One of the many things I probably should work on-that control thing. Emma, we've worked well together..."

"Despite the fact that I can't seem to follow the rules..."

"I'm not here about that. A long, long time ago I did you wrong and I'm sorry. I wasn't just being a terrible girlfriend, an untrustworthy friend. There was a bit more to it-I fell for Jock. I don't blame you at all for being furious, for ending our friends.h.i.+p. It's what I would have done."

"It was a long time ago," Emma said. "My feelings were hurt and I was angry, but if I'm honest I have to admit, I'd already moved on from Jock. I think I kept up the grudge for so long because I'd lost you."

Adam handed Riley a cup of tea, but she put it on the small sofa table in front of her. "I think we were all collateral damage. Jock and Adam and Mom, too. A couple of girlfriends, friends for life, fell out over a guy and there were dead bodies everywhere. I'm here to tell you again, I'm sorry for what I did to you. And I'd like another chance."

"Of course," Emma said. "Why now?"

"Because Jock and I are back together. After sixteen difficult years."

Emma actually stood up from her chair. "Really?" Then she slowly sat. "Really?"

"Jock's always been a good father to Maddie, when I'd let him. And when he was in the accident and I saw how terrified Maddie was I decided I'd waited way too long to have a closer look, to make an effort with Jock. He loves Maddie so much. He's not the same kid who messed up our friends.h.i.+p, Emma. He's a good man. And I find I still care about him."

"Oh, that's so sweet," Emma said. "What could be better? Yes, of course we should give ourselves another chance. But don't worry-I will remember you're my employer when we're at work."

"I'm not worried about that. I have a feeling you won't work for me much longer. You have too much talent..." Riley took a breath. "So? You two are official?" she asked of Emma and Adam.

"More than official," Adam said. "We're pregnant."

"Are you kidding me?" Riley said. "Does Mom know?"

"We have to take care of that," Adam said. "Easier now that you know."

"And you're getting married?" Riley asked.

"We're still kind of in shock, but probably."

Riley got a little teary. She felt the emotion welling up inside her. "We should've worked on this a long time ago, let go of the baggage and grudges-"

There was suddenly a hard knocking at the door and they all froze. There was something about it that signaled it was not an ordinary visitor. Certainly not Penny. Adam opened the door and was met with two badges. "We're looking for Emma Shay."

Riley stood. "Logan?"

"Riley," he said with a nod. "Ms. Shay, we've met. I'm Logan Danner. This is my partner, Georgianna Severs. We have some questions for you and would appreciate your cooperation."