Sleepless in Savannah (38 page)

"I know I don't come to visit much, but it's hard, you know." He rubbed his hand over his eyes. "Anyway, I wish you could see Reid and Maddie, Mom. Reid's turned out to be a good worker; he's smarter than any of us ever gave him credit for, and... I think he might even be in love." He chuckled, remembering the stricken look on his brother's face when he'd seen Lucy on TV.

"And Maddie... well, you know Maddie's a handful, like always. She married Chase, and now they're expecting a baby, and her hormones have kicked in. Geesh, Chase has his work cut out for him." A smile came to him. "I wish you could be here to see your grandbaby, but I promise to watch over him or her, although Chase'll do that, too. He's going to make a great father, Mom, and he loves Maddie so much, you can see it every time he looks at her." He thanked the heavens his and Reid's interference hadn't kept them apart. "You'd be proud of her, too; she has her own business, and... well, you know I always thought I took care of her, but it's the other way around. Maddie takes care of me and Reid. She's the glue, Mom, that holds us together. You did good with her."

Emotions clogged his throat again. "Anyway, I came because I wanted you to know I've met someone. Her name is Sophie. She's... Maddie's best friend, and she's just the prettiest, brightest, greatest woman I've ever known, but I've screwed up with her over and over again. Frankly, I don't know why she didn't give up on me a long time ago." He cleared his throat. "I kept pushing her away, because I was scared of loving her and having her leave me like... like you and Dad did." He dropped his head forward into his hands, willing away the pain. "I hate to admit it, but I was angry when you left, mad at you and Dad for leaving me alone, for leaving me to take care of Reid and Maddie when I was just a kid myself." A tear escaped and trickled down his cheek. "That's the reason I haven't been by much, but that's going to change."

The wind whistled through the trees, stirring the grass and dirt over his parents' graves. He lifted his face to feel it caress his cheeks—was it a sign his mother could hear him?

"Uh, and there's one more thing." He stared up into the heavens. "I know you're up there, Mom, and I think you'd really like Sophie, so... I wondered if you could somehow flutter those angel wings and do something to help Sophie forgive me? And if she gets a job someplace else, well, maybe you could be there to tell me what to do then...."

* * *

After she'd made peace with her mother, Sophie felt a weight lift from her. Not only had the show been a success and pulled in top ratings, but her agent had called and upped the money offer for that anchor news spot.

She should be ecstatic.

But hearing Lance's voice on her answering machine had resurrected the pain of losing him all over again. She had packed a bag, and she and Lucy had driven to the hotel where Deseree was staying so she wouldn't have to face seeing him in person when he arrived to finish the flooring. They were getting dressed to meet Deseree for dinner, and had promised to show her some of the famous Savannah sights.

Sophie brushed her hair, wondering if she should let the natural blond color return or keep the black. There was no reason to hide anything now; she no longer needed to run from her past.

"You seem so sad." Lucy came up behind Sophie. "I wish I could do something, Soph."

"You mean you don't have a spell to vanquish heartache?"

Lucy fluffed her long curls. "I'm done with spells for a while."

Sophie laughed. "And I'm finished with that singles service."

"George and Rory both left messages. You could call one of them."

Sophie shrugged and dropped the brush. "Maybe later. But right now... well, it's not fair of me to go out with them when I'm thinking about Lance."

"I suppose."

"Do you miss Reid?"

"What?" Lucy gestured toward herself with her thumbs. "Me miss a man? Honey, there's lots of fish in the sea. Didn't Maddie's rules say to cast your line for another one?"

"Oh, my goodness, those rules..." Sophie laughed. "I think we need to chuck them along with your spells."

Lucy slid her arm through Sophie's as they walked to the door. "So if you're not into dating right now, you need to take a look at my Sleepover, Inc., catalog and stock up. I'm running a special closeout deal: Buy one item, get the second one free...."

* * *

Lance was shaking like a leaf in a tornado. He had no idea how Sophie would react to his plan, so he had divided it up into two stages. First he had to convince her that her dancing didn't matter to him.

Well, actually, it did matter, especially if she chose to continue it, but he loved her and somehow he'd learn to live with it. Surely the therapist who'd helped him with his sleep disorder could prescribe some medication to calm him enough so he wouldn't assault every male in the audience when he caught them looking at her. If not, maybe Reid and Chase could restrain him....

And if she wanted to move, well, he'd move, too. Maybe they could hire someone to help his brother and Chase here, and he could do some contracting work in a new city.

Trying not to dwell on that issue, he dressed in the vampire costume he'd found at a party store, and sneaked into the back room of Frosty's Bar. Although he hated public spectacles, the only way he knew to make Sophie believe he accepted her dancing—and the only way he could make himself believe he could fit in with her TV friends—was to face his fears dead-on. He'd asked Maddie to arrange an impromptu party for Sophie and her friends under the guise of celebrating the syndication of
Sophie Knows,
and he intended to surprise her.

Sophie and Lucy and Maddie were all hovering together in the back of the room while Sophie's friends mingled. He spotted Reid and Chase ordering beers from the bar. They looked up and saw him and laughed. He almost backed out. Then Sophie pivoted, and he saw her face. His heart did a strange flip-flop, and he thought, Oh, hell, so what if he lost his pride? Without Sophie what did it matter?

He gave Chase the cue and rock music piped up. Inhaling for courage, he strode into the room, wove through the crowd, and began to dance for Sophie.

* * *

Sophie stared in stunned silence as Lance danced in front of her. He looked ridiculous in that vampire costume, and handsome as homemade sin, and incredibly embarrassed and delicious....

So why in the heck was he doing it? To embarrass her?

He swayed and gyrated his hips and moved his feet awkwardly, and she had to bite her bottom lip not to laugh.

"Go, man," Chase yelled.

"Yeah!" Reid called.

"Oh, my gosh," Lucy whispered.

A few of her friends from the show giggled, some of the group began clapping and chanting, while her station manager simply raised his eyebrows in question. Lance flapped the vampire cape around his body, missed a step, and nearly crashed into the food cart. He desperately needed dance lessons.

Sophie almost felt sorry for him.

Finally the music trailed off, and he bowed.

"Great show!" Maddie squealed. "Now everyone can loosen up and dance." She waved her hands in the air, and Lucy caught on, grabbing the first available male near her, the maintenance man at the show, and they began to do the twist.

Lance pulled Sophie into the corner. "You owe me one more date," Lance said. "I popped the balloon, and the note said to dance for you."

"It did not."

"Okay, I added that part, but you still owe me a date."

"Is this a joke?" Sophie said in a strained whisper.

"You think I made a fool out of myself for a joke?" His voice sounded steely and serious.

Sophie swallowed. "I don't know what to think, Lance."

He traced a finger along her cheek. "When the party's over, meet me at your house. We'll finish the date then...."

"Lance." Pain resurfaced as Sophie remembered his reaction to her Diva act. "Did you do this to embarrass me?"

"No, hell, no, Sophie." He gestured at the black vampire costume. "I did it to show you that your dancing doesn't bother me."

Sophie twisted her mouth sideways. "Really?"

"Really."

"Then if I want to go back to Vegas to perform that's okay with you?"

His eye twitched. "If that's what you want." He yanked at his collar as if he were sweating. "I'll take you any way I can get you."

Hope fluttered in Sophie's chest, but died when she realized he was lying. Her dancing act would always bother him. Lance was old-fashioned, overly protective, a tad bit sexist.... "It's too late," Sophie said. "Too much has happened."

Lance brushed his knuckles across her cheek. "It's not too late, not if you love me." He pressed his lips to her cheek. "Meet me at your house. I'll be waiting."

And then he was gone, leaving Sophie confused and alone and wondering what else he had in store for her tonight. She was still hurting, too, because he'd said it wasn't too late if she loved him. But that had never been the problem.

The problem was that he had never loved her in return....

* * *

By the time Sophie arrived, her nerves were strung tighter than a G-string. After Lance had left, she'd been too anxious to eat or drink and had finally begged off the party and hurried home.

She gaped at the white picket fence surrounding the house, astonished that Lance had had it installed so quickly. And how had he worked that into her budget? First there had been the upgraded hardware, then the stained-glass window...

He waved to her from the porch, where he was pacing.

Good, at least he was nervous, too.

Sliding from the seat, she adjusted the straps of her sundress, wishing she'd worn a jacket. She felt naked and vulnerable and so needy for Lance that her body trembled from head to toe as she climbed the porch steps and walked toward him.

"Hello, Sophie."

"Lance." She gestured toward the fence. "How'd you do that so fast? And what about the cost?"

"Don't worry. It all worked out fine." His smile seemed forced. "There're still a few more things to do to the house, but I want you to see the progress."

She nodded, her gaze turning wary. "Is that what this is about, the house?"

He took her hand in his. "Partly."

Then he led her inside. Sophie ran her finger over the beautiful painted trimwork and molding, in awe that he'd discovered the natural wood beneath all the carpeting and had stripped and refinished the flooring so quickly. The kitchen island had been installed, the bright white trim and yellow paint giving the room an airy, sunny feel. He'd even added a contemporary sink with pewter hardware and a built-in pantry that she hadn't expected.

"Come on; there's a surprise up here." He pulled her around to the staircase, then up the steps. She smiled when she saw him bend to pet her cat. Jazzy barely snarled this time. Her cat must be getting used to Lance. Would Jazzy miss him, too, if things didn't work out?

Was she getting her hopes up that they would?

"We added some things to your bath," Lance said.

"Oh, my gosh." Sophie halted in shock. The Jacuzzi was working, but it was the big walk-in closet that caught her eye. She'd never mentioned a walk-in closet, thinking there wouldn't be room and that she couldn't afford it. She stepped inside, amazed at the customized shelving he'd designed.

"This is wonderful, Lance. What made you think... How did you know?" Then realization struck. "You saw my show? The one with my mother?"

Lance nodded.

Sophie's throat closed, tears burning her eyes. "Lance, I didn't go on TV to get sympathy."

He winced at her biting tone. "I realize that."

She jutted her chin upward. "You're not giving me discounts because of it either."

"That's not what this is about. I... I made the changes because I want you to have the dream house you always wanted."

"But—"

"Shh." He pressed his lips to hers to silence her, then captured her hands between his and guided her down the stairs. "There's one more thing."

"No, there can't be; this is too much."

He guided her to the backyard. Tears filled her eyes when she spotted the white gazebo with built-in seats he'd added. A small round table sat in the center, draped with a tablecloth and candles, which were shimmering with soft light.

"Lance..."

"I didn't have time to build the fish pond yet, but"—he paused and gestured toward the left side—"it can go in right here, and we can add a flower garden and brick steps that lead out to the gazebo, and maybe a tire swing—"

"We?" Sophie clutched his hand and stared into his eyes, certain she'd misunderstood him.

"Oh, sorry, I'm getting ahead of myself." He dropped to his knees, took her hand in his, then lifted it and pressed a kiss to her fingers. Sophie's breath caught when he removed an antique diamond ring from his pocket. "I love you, Sophie. This ring belonged to my mother. I want you to have it because she would have loved you, too, and I know you like antiques, but if you want a new ring, we can shop for one—"

"The ring is beautiful, perfect, special." A small laugh escaped her. "But what did you say before that?"

He hesitated, then slid the ring on her finger and pressed her hand to his cheek. "I said I love you, Sophie. I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?"

Sophie fell to her knees, threw her arms around him, and knocked him over as she kissed him. "Of course I will." When she came up for air, she was breathless, her fingers beginning to toy with the buttons on his shirt. "Now can I have that shirt back, please? I'm sleepless without it."

Lance laughed and dared her to take it off, and Sophie gladly obliged.

Of course, she lost her own in the process...

Epilogue