Secrets in the Stone (35 page)

“Can’t. Don’t want to.” Laughing softly, Adrian turned Rooke’s face toward her and kissed her mouth. “Won’t.”

“Fair enough.”

Rooke slipped her tongue into Adrian’s mouth, dragging her into the flames. For a few seconds Adrian completely forgot where they were or where they were going. All she knew was the utter sense of completion that flooded her every time Rooke touched her. When Rooke finally released her, she was gasping.

“Okay, you win,” Adrian murmured. “I’ll behave. Because I’ll be damned if I’ll let Valencia or any of the others have a clue as to what they’re missing.”

“They’re not missing anything.” Rooke tangled her fingers in Adrian’s hair, tilted her head back and kissed her throat. “Whatever I am, is yours alone.”

*

“Rooke love,” Melinda exclaimed as Adrian and Rooke walked into Melinda’s penthouse apartment. She grasped Rooke’s hands and kissed her on both cheeks before turning to Adrian. She stepped very close, her green eyes taking on a heated glow. Her gaze lingered on Adrian’s before slowly tracking down her body and then back to her face. Her breasts, temptingly displayed in a deep V-neck, figure-hugging midnight blue Versace dress, flushed a delicate rose.

“You look beautiful, darling. And you smell,” Melinda took in a slow breath, her lids flickering, “divine.”

“Thank you,” Adrian said coolly, grasping Rooke’s hand to anchor herself. Melinda’s desire was tangible, her allure nearly hypnotic. Rooke’s fingers closed on hers, and she deliberately ignored Melinda, looking round the room instead.

The spacious room commanded an impressive and undoubtedly exorbitantly expensive view of the Hudson. Among the elegantly attired men and women working the room, she recognized a few reporters and art critics from after-show press parties she’d been to with Jude. Others were family business acquaintances. Some she only recognized from the gossip columns.

“Quite the gathering,” Adrian remarked.

Melinda glanced at Rooke, her expression rapacious. “She deserves it. Don’t you think?”

“I do,” Adrian said. “That’s why we’re here.”

“Let me take her to meet some of her soon-to-be adoring public, then.” Looking supremely satisfied, Melinda threaded her arm through Rooke’s. “I’ll take good care of her.”

Adrian tried not to clench her jaw, but couldn’t quite manage it, and said through her teeth, “Be sure that you do this time.”

Melinda raised an eyebrow, then smiled secretively. “We’ll come find you, darling. Don’t worry.”

Rooke held back and kissed Adrian’s cheek. “I’ll be back soon. Will you be all right?”

“I’ve survived worse at my parents’ parties,” Adrian said, grazing Rooke’s chest with her fingertips. She hated to let her go. She hated the absence of her touch. She also understood that what Rooke needed most was to know that she would always be there for her. “I’m so proud of you. Go. I’ll be waiting.”

“I love you,” Rooke whispered, and then she was gone.

Adrian shivered, as if someone had opened a window and let in a blast of cold air. For a second, she panicked as the crowd closed in on her, and then she remembered the overwhelming sense of love and desire and safety she’d experienced waking in Rooke’s arms that morning. Her flesh, her spirit, drew strength from the total trust and utter sense of belonging she’d felt with Rooke beside her. Inside her. She was not alone, she was not vulnerable. She was loved.

“Can I get you something to drink?” a beautiful brunette with striking turquoise eyes and a voice like a siren’s song murmured close to her ear.

“No, thank you,” Adrian said.

“I haven’t seen you at one of Melinda’s gatherings before.” The brunette’s expression telegraphed interest. “Are you here alone?”

“No. I’m definitely not alone. If you’ll excuse me.”

Adrian worked her way through the gathering, speaking to those she knew while watching Melinda and Rooke make the circuit. Rooke seemed at ease, and some of her anxiety abated. After she judged that Melinda had had enough time to make appropriate introductions, she set out to reassert her claim on Rooke.

Her arm was grasped by a distinguished-looking middle-aged man, and she halted abruptly.

“Adrian? Is that you? I didn’t realize you were back in the country.”

“Hello, Jeremy,” Adrian said, trying and failing to peer around the
New Yorker
arts editor without being obvious. By the time they’d exchanged pleasantries and the obligatory small talk, she’d completely lost sight of Rooke. Furthermore, she couldn’t find Melinda. The chill she’d experienced earlier settled around her heart like a block of ice. Everyone faded from her awareness as she cut her way toward a hallway on the far side of the room. Rooke was there, she knew it.

The first room she looked into, an apparent guest room, was empty. A door at the other end of the hall was slightly ajar, and she pushed it open. Melinda’s bedroom, she presumed, since Melinda stood next to the king-size bed.

“Where is she?” Adrian demanded.

“Hello, darling. Your timing is exquisite.” Melinda glided over to her. “Rooke handled everyone marvelously, but I thought she needed a little break so I spirited her away somewhere quiet.”

“To your
bedroom?
”

“She’s in the bathroom freshening up, darling.” Melinda gave her an innocent look before running a fingertip down Adrian’s bare arm. “I’m sorry we’ve been neglecting you. I couldn’t wait to be alone with you and our Rooke.”

“There is no
our
Rooke.” Adrian barely registered Melinda’s hand on her arm. Her caress felt as inconsequential as rain sluicing off marble. “There never has been, there never will be.”

“Something’s happened,” Melinda said quietly, searching Adrian’s eyes as if the answer were in their depths. Maybe it was. “You’ve slept with her.”

Adrian almost laughed. Shaking her head, she said, “Melinda. It’s much more than that. Can’t you feel it?”

Melinda caught her breath before quickly masking her shock with a smile. “You always were more open to me than she was, but now… You did more than sleep with her.” She shook her head. “You’re together, aren’t you?”

“Completely.”

“If I told you that I could show you both more pleasure than you ever drea—”

“No,” Adrian said, “you couldn’t. We have each other—that’s all we need. Everything we need.”

“Well.” Melinda sighed. “I shall try to survive my broken heart.”

“I don’t care what you have to do, as long as you don’t touch her. Ever.” Adrian slipped her arm from Melinda’s grasp. “And keep your
friends
away from her.”

“Believe me, they’ve been dealt with.” Anger flashed in Melinda’s eyes. “They mistook her for one of our playmates. They won’t make the same error again.”

“I’d ask for your word, if I thought you would keep it.”

“You have it, but you know you don’t need it,” Melinda said. “Can’t you feel it?”

“I can’t feel you at all,” Adrian said.

“Precisely.”

Adrian turned as Rooke walked into the room. “Hi, baby.”

“Hi.” Rooke kissed her. “Melinda, am I done with the show-and-tell?”

“For tonight, love,” Melinda said.

“Good.” Rooke curved an arm around Adrian’s shoulders. “I want to go back to Ford’s Crossing tomorow.”

“I’ll need you here the week of the opening. We have a very busy pre-show schedule then.” Melinda looked from Rooke to Adrian. “All right?”

“That’s Rooke’s call,” Adrian said.

“Fine.” Rooke kept her arm around Adrian as they walked down the hall to rejoin the party. “I don’t like this part very much, but I feel a lot better when you’re with me.”

“Then I’ll be sure to stay right by your side,” Adrian said softly.

Adrian stood at the window in her grandmother’s library, watching the river road through a thin swirl of snow, arms wrapped tightly around her middle in a futile attempt to ward off the chill she couldn’t seem to shake. She’d expected Rooke hours ago, and as every moment passed, she grew more and more uneasy. Last night had been the first night she’d slept alone since Manhattan, and although her dreams had finally been free of the tormenting erotic images and the foreboding sense of loss, she’d nevertheless awakened tired and unsettled. She knew why. She hadn’t awakened in Rooke’s arms.

She never would have imagined that such a short time away from a lover would affect her this way. When Rooke had told her on the train ride back to Ford’s Crossing that she needed to work, wanted to work, as soon as she got home, Adrian had understood completely. Rooke’s art was crucial to her life.

“I have work to do too, baby,” she’d said. When the cab they’d taken from the train station slowed in front of her grandmother’s house, she’d kissed Rooke quickly before sliding out. “Call me later?”

“As soon as I can. I love you,” Rooke said.

“I love you too, baby.”

But Rooke hadn’t called, and now it was the next day. Rooke hadn’t come to start the work on the house the way she’d said she would either. Rooke didn’t answer her phone, and Adrian didn’t know what to do with herself. She wasn’t hungry. She couldn’t concentrate on her research. She didn’t call her grandmother because she knew when they spoke she’d tell her about Rooke, about being in love with her, and when she did they would fight. The way she felt right now, she’d say something that would create a rift they’d never heal.

Her heart felt leaden, as if every beat were an effort. Nothing felt quite right. This haunting sense of emptiness was nothing like the loneliness she’d lived with all her life. That had been merely a distant ache she’d learned to ignore by refusing to acknowledge her needs and desires. This was like having a piece of her soul missing.

Adrian’s heart leapt at the site of the Stillwater truck coming down the road. She was on the front porch, brushing impatiently at the snow collecting on her eyelashes, before the truck came to a stop in the driveway. Dominic stepped out and after a few seconds, she realized he was alone. Disappointment sliced through her.

“Hey, Adrian,” Dominic called as he stomped his way through the freshly fallen snow to the porch. “Thought I’d do some inside work today. Can’t do much outside.”

“Where’s Rooke?”

“Pops said she’s been working since yesterday morning.” Dominic shrugged. “She does this every once in a while. Gets so into whatever she’s into that she forgets to eat or sleep or anything else.”

“You didn’t talk to her?”

“Just Pops.” Dominic regarded her pensively, with none of his usual flirtatiousness. “Sometimes she overdoes it, you know? Pushes too hard.”

“Does she.” Adrian took him into the house and retrieved her jacket and keys from the foyer. “Lock the front door when you leave. I’ll be out for a while.”

“Sure thing,” Dominic said. “Take your time.”

*

Adrian pulled into the driveway at Stillwater and tried Rooke’s cell again. No answer. Pops had the kitchen door open before she could knock.

“Hi, Pops,” Adrian said.

“Adrian. Nice to see you.” Pops beckoned her in. “Something I can help you with?”

“I…” Adrian chewed her lip, her hands balled in the pocket of her jacket. Her anxiety had blossomed into a paralyzing sense of dread. “I’m worried about Rooke.”

“She worked all night. Could probably do with something to eat about now.” He hesitated. “You want to fix her something and see if you can get her to take a break? We kind of share the kitchen over here, so you’re welcome to use it.”

“Actually,” Adrian said slowly, seeing her worry mirrored in his eyes, “I was hoping maybe you could do the cooking, and I’ll do delivery.”

“I could do that, sure,” Pops said, the creases in his face relaxing. “I could do that right now.”

“Great,” Adrian said.

“Everything go all right down in the city?” Pops asked as he pulled bread and cold cuts from the refrigerator.

I found my heart,
she thought.
My love.
Pops regarded her quizzically and she smiled. “I know you know this, but Rooke is really special. Really special. She handled it all just fine.”

“Figured she would.” Pops buttered toast, assembled a sandwich, and handed it to her on a napkin-covered plate. “Having you there musta helped.”

Adrian kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Pops. I shouldn’t worry when I know she has you taking care of her.”

“I think what she’s needing is more along the lines of a visit from you.” He paused, seemed to consider his next words carefully. “Maybe more than just a visit.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t be going anywhere.”

“That’s good, then.” He fished a key off a row of them next to the door and handed it to her. “That’s to the main door. She’ll be in her shop at the back.”

“I know where it is.” Adrian took the key. “We’ll see you later. Maybe dinner?”

“Whenever, you just let me know. You just see to her now.”

*

The first thing Adrian noticed when she let herself into the shop was that it was cold. No fire burned in the wood stove. She’d expected noise of some kind, the whine of a drill or the sharp report of metal on stone. The silence was unnerving and her pulse kicked up. She didn’t give herself time to consider that Rooke might not want to be interrupted, that she might resent an invasion of her private space. Adrian loved her, and if Rooke had a problem with being taken care of, she would just have to get over it.