Do You Take This Rebel? Part 16

"That's what I told him, but you know Frank. He's always been the dramatic type. Likes to control things, too. He'll moan and groan for a few days, then come out swinging like always."

No one knew that better than Ca.s.sie. "Yes, I'm sure he'll pull himself together," she agreed. "I'll get your eggs now, Pete."

"Don't forget the bacon and hash browns."

She grinned at him. "As if I could. You've been having the exact same breakfast for the past twelve years."

"More than that," he said, grinning back at her. "Started before your time. Of course, I have to have it here at Stella's. If my wife found out, she'd have my hide."

"I imagine she guessed your little secret years ago."

Pete sighed. "Probably so. Never could keep a thing from that woman. That's the basis of a good marriage, you know, keeping everything out in the open. Remember that when your wedding day comes along, and you won't go wrong."

Unfortunately, it was too late for that advice to do Ca.s.sie any good at all.

The discovery that his father knew the truth and had chosen to hide it had been the final bitter blow on the worst night of Cole's entire life. After driving aimlessly for most of the night, he took off for Silicon Valley and a round of business meetings he'd been postponing for months. He left word on his father's answering machine that that's where he'd be until further notice.

He'd expected the change of scenery to give him some perspective. He'd also hoped that the steady lineup of strategy meetings and technology discussions would keep him focused on work. He didn't want to think about Jake or Ca.s.sie or his father. The wound was still too raw.

Unfortunately, he'd never been much good at avoiding tough decisions. Facing things squarely and dealing with them was the way he conducted business.

He managed to prolong his stay in California for a month, but Ca.s.sie was never far from his thoughts. Was his father right? Would she bolt with Jake now that the truth was out? She was certainly terrified enough to try. His only consolation was that the world wasn't big enough to swallow her up so completely that he couldn't find her again. Few people vanished without a trace, and Ca.s.sie wasn't clever enough or rich enough to be one of them.

Of course, she had been clever enough to keep his son away from him for nine long years. He'd missed Jake's birth, his first step, his first word. Things that he could never get back. The lack of memories weighed on him. Eventually the prospect of missing so much as a minute more of his son's life had him reaching for the phone, something he should have done days or even weeks earlier.

When Ca.s.sie picked up on the first ring, he breathed a sigh of relief. "You're there," he said.

"Where else would I be?"

She sounded resigned.

"I wasn't sure you'd stick around."

"Running would have been pointless," she said, all but admitting she'd considered it. "Besides, my mother and Karen need me here."

"And that's the only reason you stayed?"

She remained silent so long he thought she might not answer.

"No," she said at last. "We have to deal with this for Jake's sake."

"I'm glad you realize that."

"I've always had my son's best interests at heart."

Cole barely bit back a sharp retort. "Now's not the time to debate that," he said. "I'll be home in a few days. We'll talk then."

He hung up without waiting for her reply. He'd discovered two things by making that call-one rea.s.suring, one disconcerting. He now knew that Ca.s.sie would be waiting when he returned to Winding River. And, G.o.d help him, he also knew just how much that mattered to him.

When Cole drove into Winding River a few days later, his mind was made up at last. He'd lost the first nine years of his son's life. He didn't intend to lose the next nine or any thereafter. This wasn't about revenge or even justice. It was about a father forming a bond with his son, a bond he'd been denied up until now.

He arrived on Ca.s.sie's doorstep prepared to start the custody fight to end all custody fights.

She greeted him with pale cheeks and frightened eyes, then stepped onto the porch and closed the door securely behind her. He couldn't help noticing that she had lost weight she could hardly spare in the month he'd been gone. Even so, she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever known, and his heart lurched into the familiar rhythm of desire.

"What are you going to do?" she asked straight-out, not even trying to mask her fear.

One look into her eyes and his determination faltered. He knew he couldn't do what he'd planned. He couldn't take her son-their son-away from her. Whatever else he thought of her, she'd been a good mother and Jake loved her. Separating them would be a hollow victory.

Besides, there was no denying that even after all that had happened, he wanted her. Bitterness wasn't quite enough to bury l.u.s.t. The heat of anger felt awfully d.a.m.n close to the heat of pa.s.sion.

"Marry me," he said before he could stop himself.

Clearly taken by surprise, she blinked hard, then shook her head. "No, not if this is just some way for you to claim your son."

"You don't have a choice," he said mildly.

"Of course I do."

"If you don't marry me, I'll fight you for Jake-and I guarantee you, I'll win. There are some perks to being a Davis in this state, and that's one of them."

"You would use your father's power?" she asked in a whisper, then shook her head. "What was I thinking? Of course you would. And I imagine you have a fair share of power yourself these days. Everyone warned me, but I wanted to believe you were better than that."

"Once upon a time I thought so, too," he said wearily. "Not anymore. Just remember, darlin', you started this when you kept Jake from me. I'm just playing by the winner-take-all rules you set."

"But marriage?" she said. "It would be a mockery. Surely there has to be another way. We could make an arrangement of some kind."

"So that I can spend a few hours each week with my son?" He shook his head. "Not nearly good enough. Marriage is my best offer. Take it or leave it. Otherwise I sue for custody."

She stared at him with such a look of despair that he almost wavered, but not quite. He knew he was bullying her, but at the moment he didn't really give a d.a.m.n. He told himself that she would like the alternative even less.

"I need some time," she whispered finally.

"Time for what? To think it over? To run?"

Her chin came up at that. "I've already told you, I'm not running."

"Good. I'm glad you see the futility in that. Okay," he said, relenting, "you can have a few days to think it over. Go to Emma if you want to and ask her legal opinion about whether I can force you to do this."

When she winced, he knew he had been dead on about her intention.

"She'll only tell you that my case for custody is very strong, whether I use my influence in this state or not."

"You've already consulted an attorney, then," she said, her voice flat.

"Did you honestly think I wouldn't?"

"I was hoping we could work this out between the two of us without getting a bunch of lawyers involved."

"We can," he said. "All you have to do is marry me. Then you and I will raise Jake together. We'll be a family."

"Will we?" she asked, regarding him with skepticism. "Exactly what kind of family can we have if the only reason we're together is your determination to be a real father to Jake?"

"I don't know," he said honestly. "I don't have a whole lot of experience with picture-book family life. I grew up with a manipulative father who has done his utmost to control me. I fell in love with a woman who kept my own son a secret. Obviously, I've missed a few lessons on what it takes to make a family."

He leveled a look straight into her eyes. "By the same token, I can tell you a whole lot about lies and deceit."

She weathered the attack without flinching. "Cole, this will be a disaster," she said, a pleading note in her voice. "Can't you see that?"

"Then we'll just be living up to those low expectations everyone had for us years ago," he said without emotion. "Seems to me like a fitting end to our so-called love story, don't you think?"

Her complexion went even paler at his mocking remark, but to her credit she didn't shed a single tear.

"I'll give you my answer on Sunday," she said at last. And then, as if to get in a mocking blow of her own, she added, "Right after church."

Unfortunately, Cole was relatively certain that no matter how many prayers were uttered, there were no heavenly answers for the two of them. Their sorry fate had been decided a long time ago by people right here on earth.

Chapter Twelve.

Ca.s.sie felt sick to her stomach. Marrying Cole-once her most powerful fantasy-was now nothing more than a way to keep her son. How could she go through with such a travesty? How could Cole?

But, judging from his cold, distant demeanor, he had no intention of backing down. He saw this as a generous gesture...and maybe, under the circ.u.mstances, it was. She couldn't help thinking, though, that it was little better than blackmail.

Maybe she didn't deserve any better after what she'd done, Ca.s.sie thought, but she couldn't seem to stop the regrets from adding up until she felt smothered by them.

"Oh, G.o.d, how can I do it?" she murmured, hands over her face. And suddenly the tears she had refused to give in to in front of Cole cascaded down her cheeks.

That was how her mother found her, still leaning against the door, sobbing as if her heart would break.

"What on earth?" Edna said, hurrying to her daughter's side. "Ca.s.sie, what happened? Is it Jake? Is he hurt?"

Only the very real panic in her mother's voice snapped her out of her desolation. "No, no, Mom. Jake is fine. Mildred is baking cookies, and he's over there hoping for samples."

Her mother pressed a hand to her chest. "Thank goodness. You had me scared for a minute. Now come on over here and sit down and tell me what has you so upset. I woke up from my nap and heard you in here crying."

Ca.s.sie followed her mother to the sofa, but when she was seated she couldn't seem to make herself explain what had happened. Her mother would blame herself that it had come to this, and she didn't need the stress.

"Ca.s.sie?"

"I just saw Cole," she said finally.

"He's back, then. How is he?"

"Still furious."

"That was to be expected. He'll calm down soon enough, and then you two can deal with this rationally."

"I think it's too late for that," Ca.s.sie said ruefully.

Her mother's gaze narrowed. "Oh?"

"He expects me to marry him."

Even her mother gasped at that. "Now? After all that's happened?" Her expression brightened just a little. "Has he forgiven you, then?"

"Hardly. He says it's that or a custody fight." She sighed. "Not exactly the proposal of a lifetime, is it?"

"What is he thinking? That's absurd. He can't make you do that."

"Can't he?"

"What did you tell him?"

"That I would give him an answer on Sunday."

"You're not seriously considering this, are you? I know you still have feelings for him, and I honestly believe he has feelings for you, but the timing couldn't be worse. You need to work through your differences before you even consider getting married."

"I don't think Cole is interested in working through anything," Ca.s.sie said honestly. "He wants his son. This is his way of getting him. I just happen to be part of the package. He's willing to put up with me."

"I don't believe that. The man loves you. He can't admit it to himself right now, but he will forgive you. He just needs some time."

"If I believed that, then it wouldn't be so hard to say yes, but, Mom, what if you're wrong? What if he really does hate me? What if he can't forgive me? How can we possibly live under the same roof?"

"You can't and that's that," her mother said grimly. "You'll just have to stall him until you can figure out how he really feels."

"I don't think Cole is in any mood for my stalling tactics. He pretty much said I either do this his way or I take my chances in court."

"Have you talked to Emma? She's in town, isn't she?"

Ca.s.sie nodded. Emma had come back to take a controversial case that no lawyer in town would touch. Just last week Ca.s.sie had gotten the impression that no matter how that case went, Emma might be back to stay.

"I'll call her first thing in the morning," she said.

"Call her now," her mother urged. "It's not that late, and you won't sleep a wink if you don't get some answers tonight."