Divine Design (14 page)

“Michael. Good to see you. Meghan said you wouldn’t be back until after the New Year,” Henry greeted him jovially.

“Where is she, Henry?” Michael asked without preamble.

“Come into my office. I presume you’re talking about Meghan?” he inquired.

“Yes, of course it’s Meghan.”

“Well if it’s those contracts you’re worried about, she turned them all over to me. You can sign them now if you’d like,” Henry said, instinctively knowing it wasn’t what Michael wanted to hear. “This visit is about business, isn’t it?”

“Well, no … it’s personal,” he said, reluctant to endanger Meghan’s professional integrity, but desperate to find her.

“I see,” said Henry with a pleased and knowing smile.

“No, I don’t think you do. I was having her do some personal legal work for …” he broke off as he watched Henry’s smile turn to a skeptical grin. “Okay. So you’ve got great eyesight,” he conceded. “Where the hell is she?”

“She’s gone,” he stated simply, holding out for more information.

“Don’t start with me, Henry. I’m at the end of my rope,” he snarled through his teeth, showing a supreme effort to control his temper.

“You do have a time keeping track of women, don’t you?” Henry pushed on fearlessly.

“Henry,” he said in a deadly tone.

“She’s on sabbatical for a year,” he informed the despairing man.

“A year!” Michael roared, stunned. “When did she leave?”

“Two weeks ago.”

“Do you know where she went?” he asked hopefully.

“No. But I do know why she needed some time off,” Henry offered. To Michael’s surprised look, he said, “She’s been ill lately. Anemic, run-down, and overworked. She’s planning on six months to get fit again and then possibly doing some volunteer legal work. She just needed a rest, and she deserves one.”

Meghan obviously hadn’t made a public announcement about the baby yet. As she was planning on single parenthood, Michael understood, but once they were married, he planned to hire a skywriter to publicize it.

“How can I reach her?” Michael asked flat out, leaving Henry no room to consider withholding the information from him.

Henry gave him a considering perusal anyway, then finally decided to say, “She left her whereabouts with her secretary. Since it was a short work week, Greta took it off. Would you like me to call her at home?”

“Please,” Michael requested. Now that he was finally getting some cooperation, his tone of voice softened considerably.

While Henry talked to Greta, Michael restlessly paced the room. All this wasted time when he could be with Meghan convincing her that they were in love, that the baby was the best accident that would ever befall them, that the three of them should make a life together, that …

“I should have known,” chuckled Henry, breaking into Michael’s agitated thoughts. “Meghan told Greta if we needed anything to contact Lucy. Lucy knows …”

“Lucy knows … Lucy says …” bellowed a thwarted Michael. “What is she? A guru?”

Henry laughed aloud. “No, she’s a doctor. And Meghan’s closest friend. They’re like sisters. One doesn’t take a breath without the other one knowing.”

“Well how do I reach this Lucy?” Michael challenged.

“Easy. She runs an OB clinic in Hoboken.”

There were several such clinics in Hoboken. When Michael finally tracked down the appropriate one, he was informed that the enlightened Lucy had drawn holiday duty. She would be on call at the clinic from three
P.M.
New Year’s eve until the same time New Year’s Day. And, no, they weren’t allowed to give out home phone numbers.

Temporarily stymied once again, he went to his apartment. None of the things had arrived from Dallas yet and the place was as empty as he felt. He wandered through the silent rooms, remembering Meghan as she’d peered into closets, checked the view from the windows and run her hands over the mahogany appreciatively.

His mind was riddled with questions. Once he found out from Lucy where Meghan was, maybe the all-knowing Lucy could also tell him how best to proceed.

His usual bull-by-the-horns technique might not be the best approach in a situation like this or with a woman like Meghan. She might very well be feisty enough to dig in and fight him just to save her pride. Michael experienced an unreasonable and uncharacteristic pang of jealousy when he forced himself to admit Lucy probably knew a lot about Meghan that he hadn’t had time to discover yet.

The next day at four, Michael walked into Lucy’s clinic. The waiting room was unusually empty due to the holiday, so the receptionist was very alert when he entered.

“Hello. May I help you,” she asked, sending him a fetching smile.

“I’d like to speak with Dr. Lucy Galbreth,” he said in his deep drawl.

“Through those doors.” She motioned to her left with a grin. “Then down the hall to a door marked ‘Lounge.’ You can just go on in. We’re slow today. I think she’s reading or something.”

There was a woman in the lounge reading, but she couldn’t be the one he wanted to see. She looked about eighteen years old. Extremely petite, her blond hair neatly cut close to her face, she had huge doe brown eyes that screamed her innocence. If she were a friend of Meghan’s, they’d look like Mutt and Jeff walking down the street together.

“Dr. Lucy Galbreth?” he ventured anyway.

“Yes,” she answered, smiling sweetly.

“You’re Dr. Lucy Galbreth?” he asked incredulously. He’d been expecting a larger person, maybe dressed in black.

“Yes,” she repeated, her smile growing. She was used to people being surprised by her looks. She guessed they pictured someone else when they heard her name. Long ago she had decided it was the title of “doctor” that always threw them off.

Watching her closely, he merely said, “I’m Michael Ramsey.”

The reaction he got was extremely satisfying. The friendly smile disappeared and her eyes and mouth formed huge round circles. She had definitely heard of him from Meghan. What’s more, she looked instantly guilty.

“Oh, Lord,” she uttered automatically. Lucy hadn’t talked to Meghan since Christmas Eve and was still laboring under the impression that Michael knew nothing of Meghan’s circumstances. The alarm she felt at seeing him was shocking.

“You’re a little smaller than I expected,” he confessed, watching her as he advanced into the room.

“You’re … much, much bigger,” she muttered apprehensively. “How did you find me?”

“Henry Alderman took pity on me. I’m hoping you’ll do the same. And I think I ought to warn you, I’m in no mood to chase you around this particular bush. I want to know where Meghan is,” he said in a quiet, but determined, voice.

“Oh, Lord,” she repeated, as she stood and began to fidget with the buttons of her white smock. How could you do this to me, Meghan? I’m damned if I do and dead if I don’t. What can I tell him? He looks so miserable, she agonized mentally.

She considered him for several minutes, then made her decision.

“Mr. Ramsey,” she said, coming to her full five-foot height. “I love Meghan. I’ve been through a lot with her. I’ve kept all her secrets. I’ve supported her every effort. There have been times when I stood by Meghan even when every hair on the back of my neck was standing straight on end and every bone in my body screamed for me to run away.

“She’s not … there’s nothing … average or normal about her. Her looks are outstanding, she’s a brilliant attorney, she … does everything differently from the way everyone else does it. But probably what I like best about her is that she lives. She does everything she wants to. Don’t get me wrong,” she cautioned him. “She’s not a spoiled child. She never would intentionally set out to hurt someone, but she gets these ideas and come hell or high water, if she can pull it off without interfering with the rest of the world, she does it. Do you want an example?” she asked, hoping to try to help him understand Meghan better.

He shrugged. “Okay. If you’ll eventually get to what I want to hear.”

“Two years ago Meghan suddenly became possessed with a need to learn how to snow ski. That’s not so unusual in itself, however it was June. No snow. But she had to learn, right then—not six months later. She was going to fly to Austria, but getting a passport took too long. So she took two weeks off and flew to Mt. Hood in Oregon to take skiing lessons in July,” she finished.

Michael just grinned and gave an indulgent shake of his head. “So, she’s impetuous. What’s your point. Dr. Galbreth?”

“Lucy,” she instructed him. “My point is that she’s not only very bright, she can also be extremely stupid sometimes. She’s impulsive, mule-headed, terribly impertinent, and completely lovable if you accept her as she is.”

She gave him a measuring look and reluctantly continued, “I’ve never betrayed Meghan before, and I wouldn’t now, except that she’s gone too far this time. She’s making a terrible mistake. You love her, don’t you?” she asked, point-blank.

“Yes,” he answered in the same manner. Then he asked, “Where is she?”

“She’s in New Bedford—at her aunt’s house. I’ll give you the phone number.” She sighed, hoping for the sake of her friendship with Meghan that she was trusting the right man.

“I’d rather have an address. She can be a little slippery on the telephone,” he said, giving Lucy a friendly grin.

She wrote down the address and handed it to him without speaking. Her anxiety over her decision to trust him was evident in her fidgeting fingers and warm brown eyes.

“Thank you, Lucy. I do know what this may have cost you. I’ll try to avoid any mention of our talk today,” he promised.

Lucy laughed wryly. “If you show up on her doorstep, you won’t have to mention it. But you could do me a favor.”

“What’s that?” he asked. At this point he’d do almost anything to repay her trust.

“When you see her, remember how desperate you were twenty minutes ago to find her. Try to be as kind and loving and understanding as possible. She’s … pretty low on self-esteem these days and you are one of the reasons why. She thought she was doing the right thing. She never meant to hurt you.”

Michael grinned ecstatically. “Don’t worry, Lucy. Everything will work out fine. I guarantee it.”

Dawn promised one of those beautiful winter days when the sun shone and the air was crisp and cold. Meghan had slept well and woke up feeling revived and full of energy. She felt a renewal of her old spirit and lust for life.

Being five-and-a-half months pregnant was great. All the clothes she had slipped into maternity shops to buy fit beautifully. Her little bundle had grown rapidly over the past few weeks, and there was no doubt now that she was very pregnant. The growth of her baby and the feel of it moving about at night thrilled Meghan.

The morning sickness rarely visited her anymore, and the constant fatigue had dissipated to occasional attacks of drowsiness in the early afternoon. The rest of the time she felt full of life—hers and her baby’s.

She hadn’t talked to Lucy since Christmas Eve, but Meghan hoped Michael had accepted her rejection and stopped calling. She hoped with each passing day she would forget the emotions he stirred in her, and that the memory of his face, his voice, and the touch of his hands would become less vivid, less tangible. She missed him terribly.

What she had done was stupid and selfish, and she would have to pay for that deed for the rest of her life. The rest of her life without Michael. But the life inside her wouldn’t let her regret the act. She loved her baby as she loved and cherished Michael’s memory. In times of depression, she took solace in the fact that if she couldn’t be with Michael, at least part of him would be with her and in the end, she’d done the right thing in telling him about it.

Dressed in an oversized jogging suit and lightweight thermal underwear, she set out for a brisk two-mile walk into town. She missed her running, but the walks were nice, and if she got tired, she could take a cab home.

In town she refilled the prescription for prenatal vitamins that Lucy had given her and leisurely did some window shopping before heading home.

She saw the silver Mercedes parked in front of her Aunt Kate’s house from two blocks away. Oh, Lucy, she thought with a chuckle. Lucy might profess to live the simple life, comfortable but not extravagant, but she always traveled first-class. Meghan used to laugh and tease her about her insistence on taking the more expensive accommodations on planes and in hotels when they traveled together. Lucy had just shrugged, saying, “They’re more comfortable.” Renting a Mercedes was just like her.

She increased her pace and acknowledged how lonely she’d been all week. The solitude had been nice at first, but Meghan found that once she was rested and feeling stronger, she needed more diversions to keep her mind off Michael.

She slowed to a near halt when her eyes caught a movement on the front porch, and she became aware of the huge bulk of man sprawled lazily on the steps.

“Aunt Kate says you can get hemorrhoids from sitting on cold cement,” she informed him as her legs automatically carried her up the walk. She felt as if she were running on autopilot. Funny the way her body took over when her mind was in a tailspin, she thought absently.

“Now you tell me,” Michael said, watching her face intently.

“What are you doing here?” she questioned tonelessly, as she ambled past him toward the door.

“I came looking for you … again,” he informed her simply. Michael’s pent-up anger and frustration from the last few days had dissolved rapidly when he had seen her strolling down the street, safe and sound, and as beautiful as ever. She had definitely been surprised to see him, but after all he’d been through, a little enthusiasm would have been welcome, although he’d known better than to expect any. Her expression of doomed resignation, however, had the power to reignite his irritation at the situation.

“Is there any special reason you’ve come looking for me?” she was asking, her head lowered as she inserted the key in the lock and opened the door. She went into the house, leaving the door open behind her.

“Has this pregnancy gone to your head, or are you just pretending to be stupid?” he demanded, as he followed her into the house.