Illusions Complete Series (60 page)

I did know that about him. If nothing else, Ryan was a stand-up guy. Then I said “They did have sex, though. That's why she has his baby now.”

“Aside from that, he hasn’t touched her. Listen, you have to get off your high horse about that. You're the reason that happened in the first place.”

“Don't tell me that you believe that nonsense about him thinking she was me.”

“You goddamned right I believe it. Ryan told me, and Nat did too.”

“Nat told you?”

“Yeah. I finally got her to confess about it, about the same time that she told me that Ryan refuses to touch her. She was upset because she imagined that if she was living with him and having his baby, that they would naturally become a couple. When that didn't happen, she called me and poured her heart out to me.”

“Why aren't they having sex?”

“Duh. There is only one woman for him, and it ain't Nat.”

My heart started to melt just a little. “They'll get used to each other and become the family they're supposed to be.”

“Listen, Iris. You're either going to come to Kansas City the easy way or the hard way. The easy way is that you get on a plane willingly and face the music. The hard way is that I will report to the judge who did your divorce that you lied when you said that you weren't pregnant at the time of the divorce. At any rate, that divorce is null and void.”

I hung my head. I knew what he was saying was the truth.

And a part of me really wanted to go back home. Go back home to the one person that I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.

“I-”

“Easy way or hard way. Your choice.”

“Nat told you that she tricked him into bed?”

“Yes. I told you that, didn't I?”

“How is that possible?”

“The mind does funny things when deprived of sleep, and when the person is stressed out and suffering from a concussion. And, if you ask me, I don't think Nat’s baby is Ryan's. This one looks just like him,” he said, looking into the little bassinette at Dalilah. “But Nat's baby looks like Nate to me.”

“Hasn't there been a DNA test?” I asked.

“Nat hasn't allowed it so far. Wonder why?”

“So, Ryan gets a court order. Simple.”

“Iris, you don't understand. Ryan is a ghost of a man. He hardly does anything anymore. He walks around in a daze most of the time. I don't think he's exactly on drugs again, but I wouldn't be surprised. At any rate, he has no spirit left in him. So, he hasn't fought for a DNA test, and Nat sure ain't going to offer it.”

“Is he back at his job?” I asked, concerned.

“Yeah. He's still good at that. He says that throwing himself into his work takes his mind off of you, so that is the only thing keeping him going. Other than that, though, there's no life left in him.”

My heart went out to him. And I was finally starting to believe that maybe, just maybe, Ryan was telling me the truth about Nat and how she conceived. Plus, Nick thought that the baby wasn't Ryan's after all.

“Ok.”

“Ok, what?”

“Ok, I'll go back the easy way.”

“Good. I'll have Ryan's plane flown out here to pick you up.”

“No. I'll fly commercial. There's no need-”

“Would you shut up? Goddamn, sometimes I have no idea why that guy is so in love with you. Go to the San Francisco Airport and meet me at the private jet hangar.”

“Where exactly do I meet you?”

He drew me a map of the airport, then pointed “Right here.”

“When will the plane be here?”

“I'm going to call Tim right now to charter it,” he said as he got on his smart phone. He talked a little, then got off the phone. “Done. We're leaving in four hours.”

“We? You said to meet you there,” I said. I actually had the devious plan to stand him up and run. Of course, running was not as simple as it might have seemed, seeing as I was short of cash. But my mind was thinking desperately that I could hop a Greyhound to Los Angeles or somewhere, then try to figure things out from there. Poor Lena would be left high and dry, which would mean that there would be one more victim of my bad decisions, but I was only thinking of myself and Dalilah.

And how much I still couldn't face Ryan.

Yes, Nick said that Ryan and Nat aren't exactly a couple, which was ridiculous to me. Gorgeous, sweet Nat, and he doesn't want her? Well, I used to think she was sweet, anyhow, before she slept with my husband. Ex-husband.

Nope, current husband – Nick was right, that divorce is now null and void.

Nick was looking at me, with a pissed-off and incredulous expression. “Yes, I know I said meet me there, but I immediately thought better of it. I don't trust you to meet me there, and Ryan would kill me if he knew that I found you and let you slip through my fingers.”

“Why are you here, anyhow?”

“Business. I've been hired to design a building out here, and, lucky you, I've already had our meeting, and I was prepared to go home this afternoon. Stopped in to this Starbucks for a cup of coffee, and, boom! There you were.”

“Yeah. Lucky me.”

Fate was stalking me in the guise of Nick.

“Well, now, let's get into my rental car and head up there, shall we? We have about four hours to wait for the plane, so we can use this time wisely.”

I immediately felt threatened. What did he mean by that? I used to be so trusting of people, but after Andrew raping me, and Ryan cheating on me, my faith in the male gender was faltering.

He was looking at me and smirking.

“Nick, I can't go. Please let me just meet you there in a few hours. I have to pack and everything.”

“Nope. You're coming with me.”

Another pushy guy.

Just then, Dalilah starting screaming, and I picked her up, bouncing her up and down. I reached into my diaper bag for some bottled breast milk, and she took the nipple and started sucking hungrily.

While I fed her, I said to Nick “I do have a job, you know. I have to be there in about a half hour.”

“Baby, you aren't coming back here, so you might as well tell that job that you quit.”

“I have a roommate, too. What's she going to do? I agreed to watch her kid while she worked, and she watched mine while I worked.”

“Set her up. Give her the money for day care and rent until she can find something else.”

I sighed. That was probably what I would have to do, to make things right. Which would mean that I would have to get the money out of the bank, the money that I swore I wouldn't touch in my lifetime. Or, I could just get a cash advance on the Visa card. I had about $10,000 left on it. “I guess I’ll have to do that,” I said. “I wonder if $10,000 will do her for awhile?”

I was sounding like Ryan now, throwing away money like water.

“Whatever you gotta do to make things right.”

“Well, we signed a 12-month lease. I can't just leave her high and dry.”

“I don't care what you do. All I know is that you're coming with me. And we have four hours to get things straightened out. Because, trust, I have a lot to tell you.”

“Let me call Lena,” I said, digging out my cell phone. Dalilah was still sucking hungrily on the bottle, so I balanced her with one hand, while calling with the other.

“Let me take her,” Nick said. I nodded, and handed her to him while she cooed. He cradled her in his arms and continued to feed her. He seemed mesmerized by her. “Goddamn, she's the spitting image of her dad,” he said, raising her above his head.

“That she is,” I said, calling Lena. She answered the phone. “Lena, it's me, Iris.”

“Iris the gajillionaire who acts like she's a bum?”

“I said I was sorry about that. Listen, there's been an emergency.”

“What kind of emergency?”

“I have to go back to Kansas City for awhile.”

“How long is awhile?”

“I might not be back.”

“Thanks. Now I'm stuck with the entire rent, and will have to pay for day care. Thanks a lot.”

“About that. Um, would $10,000 tide you over until you can get out of your lease and find somebody else to watch Samuel?”

“You're just going to give me $10,000?”

“Yeah. I figure that will cover my half of the rent for half a year, plus some of the day care for half the year as well.”

“What's the catch?”

“No catch. I just need to make things right with you.”

“You're not so bad after all. Sure, I'll take that.”

“So I need to transfer the money into your bank account.”

“Ok. You better not be a scammer,” she said, as she read off her bank account and routing number.

“Thanks Lena. Sorry it didn't work out. I thought it would be pretty fun to share a place with you,” I said, while I worked on getting my cash advance, then transferring the money into her account.

“No, thank you,” she said. “You take care. Why are you going back, anyhow?”

“I need to fix the mess I made. That's why I'm giving you this money – it wouldn't be fair to leave you in a mess as well. I should have a motto of only screwing up one person at a time.”

She laughed. “I have to admit, that's a good motto to have in life.”

“Take care of yourself.”

“You too.”

I got off the phone and watched Nick, who was enchanted with baby Dalilah. He was cooing to her, baby-talking her, and rubbing her round belly. She laughed out loud, as he tossed her a little bit into the air. “I’m your Uncle Nick, your Uncle Nick,” he said, picking her up and down. I looked at him expectantly, and he finally turned his attention to me. “We good?”

I nodded, feeling resentful. I knew that I would eventually go back when I was ready, but I wanted to go back on my own terms. And when I was ready. That was key. At that time, I was still in la-la land - working my job, trying to adjust to being a single mother, and trying to forget about Ryan and his new family in Kansas City. Also, I was trying to forget his awful betrayal. His awful betrayal.

Now, I was going to have to face it, and I just wasn’t ready.

“So, how old is Dalilah?” he asked.

“I would imagine she’s the exact same age as – what is the name of Nat and Ryan’s baby?”

“Christopher.”

“She’s the same age as Christopher.”

“So, about four months, huh?”

I nodded, suddenly realizing that I had been out here for about eight months. Eight months since I last saw Ryan. I had to admit that he did look like a ghost of himself when I saw him. I wondered how he looked now.

“Oh, crap,” I said, suddenly remembering Madison. “I can’t go until I get my cat.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Where is your place?” he asked. “I’ll call one of my buddies out here to bring you the goddamned cat.”

I gave Nick the address, and he got on the phone. “Yeah, Jack? I need you to do me a favor…I need you to pick up a cat and bring her to the Starbucks here on Market Street.” Then he gave the guy my address, and looked at me and gave me the thumb’s up. “Thanks, man,” he said. “I owe you one.”

Then, not fifteen minutes later, I saw a dark-haired man in a leather jacket and sunglasses approach us with a carrier in hand. I could hear Madison yowling. Nick got up and took the carrier, giving the guy an iced coffee that he ordered before Jack came on the scene. He patted him on the shoulder. Then he looked at me. “Here she is,” he said, giving me the carrier. “Now, let’s move.”

We walked to Nick’s rental, Nick carrying Dalilah and me carrying Madison. The car was a spanking new Ferrari. “Crap,” Nick said. “We can’t take this car with Dalilah and the cat.” At that, he called somebody to come and pick up the Ferrari and take it back to the rental place. “We’re going to have to hail a cab,” he said, getting off the phone and motioning for the cab that was approaching. It stopped, and we got in after I fastened Dalilah’s car seat. Nick sat up front.

We got to the airport hangar, where there was a bar, and Nick got a scotch, which was what Ryan always drinks. I got a glass of iced tea. Dalilah was still nursing, and I was trying to do everything right. I was feeling stressed about the poor cat, but I hoped that she could calm down some and fall asleep. As it was, she was still mewling and crying in her carrier, and my heart broke a little.

“So, go ahead. Give me all the dirt of what has happened since I’ve been away,” I said.

“What’s there to tell? Ryan is devastated. He barely talks to me anymore. Nat does, though, all the time. She’s good friends with Alexis, so she hangs out with us a lot.”

“Alexis. You’re hanging out with her?”

“Yeah. I’m living with her now.”

I raised my eyebrow. This was getting more like
Days of Our Lives
every second.

“When did that happen?”

“The shit hit the fan after my soon to be ex-wife found out about Ryan and me. As I knew it would. Fuck her, though. I shouldn’t make any apologies for that.” Nick motioned for the waitress. “At any rate, it was bound to fail. We were just too different.”

“But Alexis? Really?”

“Yeah. Listen, I’m sure that Ryan told you that the three of us used to be together?”

“He said something about that.”

“Anyhow, we spent a summer in college at a Hampton’s house. We all messed around with each other, and Alexis and I started to have a thing for each other. Just each other. It was kinda a mess, to tell you the truth.”

“
Kinda
a mess?” That was an understatement.

“Yeah. Word to the wise – never get into a three-way relationship with your best friend and his girlfriend. It never ends well,” he said, shaking his head.

“Thanks, I’ll take that advice.”

“Anyhow, Alexis and I hooked up a lot behind Rielle’s back over the years. Alexis was always in love with Ryan. Always.”

“Sounds familiar,” I said, thinking of Nat.

“When he married you, she finally gave up, and, well, we were single at the same time. We always liked each other. And, most importantly, she’s perfectly fine with my bisexuality. I can be exactly who I am around her. So, now we’re together.”

I sighed. Why did I foresee a messy quadrangle between Nick, Ryan, Alexis and Nat in the future?

“Thanks for catching me up. But what about Ryan?”

“As I said, he doesn’t talk to me much. I call him all the time, but he is very laconic.”