With Me in Seattle Bundle One (62 page)

He frowns again, his eyes so serious.  “I know you have to trust me, Julianne.  I have to trust you, too.  It works both ways, you know.”

That hadn’t occurred to me.  If I chose to end this, or if I was a bitter, scorned woman, I could ruin his career in a heartbeat.  Not that I would ever do that.  It’s not my style.

The trust is on both sides, equally.

I stroke his cheek with my fingertips, and he closes his eyes briefly, then pins me again with those beautiful gray eyes.

Yes, I trust him.

“Don’t worry,” he whispers.  “I wasn’t kidding when I said you’re mine.  I will protect you with everything I have, baby.”

“Ditto,” I whisper and watch his eyes widen in surprise.

He pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me and pressing my head to his chest, and I feel so loved.  This is not sexual at all. I feel cherished.

Finally, I pull back and smile up at him, wanting to lighten the mood.  “I don’t want to burn the chicken.  We’ve wasted enough food this week.  You go work, and I’ll finish up dinner.”

“Okay.”  He kisses my nose and ushers me out ahead of him.

***

“I won’t be in the office this week.”  Nate strides into the kitchen, his face taut with frustration.

“What’s up?” I ask and dish up our plates.

“I have to go to New York.  Parker thinks I need to present this deal in person.”  He joins me at the table, and we dig in.

“He’s probably right,” I respond.  Parker is a partner in our New York branch and knows his stuff.  The deal they’ve been working on for the past two weeks is a tricky one.

“Business trips don’t hold the same allure as they used to.” 

I look up at him, and he’s frowning down at his plate.

“Hey.” I take his hand and squeeze his fingers.  “This is part of the job.  You couldn’t have a more understanding girlfriend in this area, Nate.  I know this is part of who you are.”

“I can’t take you with me.  I don’t need your help for the work, and it would raise eyebrows.”

“I know.”  I shrug and keep eating, proud of myself for maintaining a calm expression on my face.  “When will you be back?”

“By Thursday.  I’m leaving tomorrow morning.”

“Okay.  Need a lift to the airport?” 

“Thank you.”  God, he’s so serious today.

“Don’t worry.” I kick him playfully under the table.  “I’ll be here when you get home.”

Chapter Fifteen

I’ve discovered that work is easier with Nate gone.  I’m only halfway through the workday, and I’m already more at ease.  I don’t have to worry about anyone noticing anything different between us, a look or coy smile.  I pray to God no one can read my mind, because I’d be escorted to the sidewalk with all of my belongings in a box in the blink of an eye if they could.

Nate e-mailed me a list of things to do for him at this end to then send back to him via e-mail for his presentation in New York tomorrow.  He’ll be in the New York office preparing all evening.

He was really very cute this morning when I dropped him off at the airport.  It makes me a little giddy that he didn’t want to leave me and will miss me.

I’m going to miss him, too.

Sleeping alone for the next few nights doesn’t appeal to me in the slightest.  I got lucky with Nate. He doesn’t snore or hog the bed, and he’s a really good cuddler.

Who would have thought?

But in the office, I feel more relaxed with him gone. 

I finish typing a very dry, professional e-mail to my handsome man with the completed requests he sent me this morning, expecting to receive an e-mail back with more revisions and requests.

Meanwhile, I pick up my iPhone and send him a sexy, nonprofessional text.

Hey, handsome.  Did you land safely?  Would have loved to join the mile-high club with you today. 

 I turn my attention back to a report I’m working on when my phone chirps with a response.

Arrived safely, baby.  Wish you were here.  We will take a trip soon.  I promise.

I like the sound of that.

It’s a date.  Be safe, I’ll talk to you tonight.  xo

His response is a simple
xo.

When did I turn into such a sap?  I miss him already.

There’s a knock on my door, and Carly Lennox breezes into my office, leaving the door open behind her, thank goodness.  She’s dressed in a black suit with the skirt too short and white shirt unbuttoned too low for my taste.  This is an office, not a club.

“Hi, Jules,” she purrs.

“Carly.  What can I do for you?” What the fuck does this bitch want?

“Well, I could use some help with an account today.  I’m trying to get some work done early because I don’t want to work late.  I have a date, and I figured us girls have to stick together.”  She smiles sweetly, but her eyes are shrewd.

I don’t trust this woman, but I’m curious what her game is.  She hates me.  So I decide to play along.

“You have a date?  That’s great.  Anyone I know?” I paste on the smile I use for people who recognize me from the magazine. Sassy and completely fake.

“Well, don’t tell anyone.” She lowers her voice to a whisper and leans down like we’re old friends sharing a secret.  “But I’ve been seeing Nate.  He’s taking me out to dinner and dancing tonight.”

I want to laugh.  I really do.  But I give an award-winning performance, frowning with fake concern.

“Oh, Carly, he must not have thought to call you this morning.  He had to go to New York on business.  He’s going to be gone for a while.”  I’m deliberately vague on the time line, interested to see her reaction.

I’m not disappointed.

She blushes scarlet, and her smile disappears for just a second as she processes the information, then her fake smile is back.  “Oh, I haven’t checked my messages this morning.”

Her phone chirps from inside her suit jacket pocket, and she pulls it out to check a text message. “Oh, there he is now! Looks like an itinerary for New York. I guess I’ll be joining him.” She smiles sweetly. “Nevermind. See ya!”

She waves and hurries out of my office, and I’m struck dumb. Carly is going to New York? She’s not even on his team. If he needs help, I should be the one to join him.

Maybe he sent for her because he knows that I have to be here in case Natalie goes into labor?

And what in the hell is up with Carly wanting me to think she’s dating Nate?  There’s no way she could possibly know that he’s been seeing me every day for the past week and a half.  She knows about the no-fraternization policy. It’s drilled into us during orientation.  Why would she tell me, the one person she hates here, that she’s dating a partner when she knows I could get her fired with that information?

Either she’s really stupid, which I know she’s not, or she’s setting me up for something.

I’m reaching for my desk phone to call Nate and ask him about Carly when my iPhone begins ringing. I frown at Luke’s name on the display.

“Hi, Luke.”

“My water’s wife broke!” he yells into the phone.

Ohmygod!

“You mean your wife’s water broke?”

“That’s what I said, Jules!  Her water broke!” He’s frantic.  Poor, poor Luke. 

I grab my purse and lock up my desk, gather my coat and make a beeline out of my office.  I’ll call Mrs. Glover from the car.

“I’m on my way.  I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

“Okay.  Okay.” His voice changes, like he’s turned his face away from the phone. “Are you okay, baby?” 

I hear Natalie’s calm voice in the background. “I’m fine.  Calm down.”

“I’m calm.  I’m calm.” 

Christ, he keeps repeating everything.  He’s not calm. “Luke,” I say in the most soothing voice I have.  “She’s fine.  I’ll meet you at the hospital.”

He takes a deep breath, and his voice is more normal when he says, “Okay, we’re on the way.”

Once in my car, I realize that I didn’t send that last report to Nate, and I forgot to shut my computer down. I call Mrs. Glover quickly but get her voice mail.

“Mrs. Glover, this is Jules. I’ve had to leave abruptly due to a family emergency, but I forgot to send Nate the report he copied you in on in his e-mail this morning. Would you please finish the e-mail at my desk and then lock my computer and text me when you’re finished? I appreciate it.”

I hang up, throw my phone in my handbag, and concentrate on getting to my best friend.

***

“Just breathe.” 

Natalie’s hand is gripping mine with a strength I didn’t know she had.  Jesus, is she a construction worker or something?  She’s going to tear my hand off at the wrist.  “Breathe, honey.”

I cringe as she breathes through the pain.  The contractions are coming harder and faster, finally.  We’ve been here for about seven hours, and her labor stopped progressing after about two hours.

Luke is in the waiting room updating his parents and mine, and they’re calling all the siblings, keeping everyone up-to-date on Natalie’s status.

“Okay, it’s gone,” she whispers and takes a deep breath.

“You’re doing great,” I say as supportively as I can muster.  I’m scared to death.

“This fucking hurts, Jules.  Don’t ever do this to yourself.  Really.”

“It’ll be worth it when Olivia’s here.”  I smooth her dark hair off her face and wipe her forehead with a cool washcloth.  Her beautiful face transforms into a wide grin at the mention of her daughter’s name.

“We get to hold her today.” 

We both turn our heads toward the monitor that is keeping track of the contractions.  The line starts to go up again, and Natalie grips my hand again and begins to breathe.

“Oh Jesus, Jules.”

“Breathe, sweetie.”  I start to breathe with her, and she laughs.

“You’re going to hyperventilate.”

“No, I’m not.  Breathe with me.”  Where the fuck is Luke?

“Hi, Mrs. Williams.  I’m Ashlynn, your evening nurse.  I’m taking over for the night.  Let’s check you real quick to see how you’re progressing, okay?”

Natalie’s contraction eases, and she smiles at the pretty nurse.  “Okay.”

Ashlynn pushes her hand into a glove, then shoves her hand up Natalie’s crotch. 
Jesus!

“I usually require someone to buy me dinner before they can do that to me,” I remark, trying to keep Natalie’s mood light.

Natalie grins up at me.  “Right?”

“Well, you’re at about seven centimeters, and you’re completely effaced, so if you keep going at this pace, it shouldn’t be too much longer.  I think you’re ready for an epidural.”  Ashlynn smiles and pats Nat’s leg.  “I’ll let the doctor know, and she will call the anesthesiologist.”

“Thank God.” Natalie leans her head back on the bed.  “I’m going with the drugs.  I’m sorry, Jules, I know we said all-natural, but I can’t do it.”

“Honey, you do what’s best for you.  These contractions are strong, and my hand may not survive many more of them.  What does Luke say?”

“He said to go for the drugs if I needed them.”

“Sounds like a plan then.”  I wipe her forehead with the washcloth again as a man with a white coat strolls through the door.

“I hear you’re ready for some medication, Mrs. Williams.” He’s an older man with kind eyes.  And needles in his hand.

“This is where I leave.”  I stand, but Natalie pulls me back down.

“You can’t leave me here alone!”

“Um, Nat, he’s got needles.  I’ll find Luke.”

“This will only take a minute,” the doctor says, and Natalie is looking at me with big, green pleading eyes.

Oh my God.

Okay.  I can do this.  For Natalie, I can do this.

“Sit at the edge of the bed, Mrs. Williams, and hug your pillow, curving your back for me.”

Natalie does as instructed, and I kneel before her, the needles out of my view, and rub my hands up and down her bare legs.

“Thank you,” she whispers, her eyes a little frightened.

“No problem.”  I shrug like it’s no big deal and take a deep breath.  He’s got motherfucking needles, and he’s about to stick them in her spine.  I’m going to faint.

Natalie cringes as, I’m assuming, the doctor pushes the huge, gigantic, enormously evil needle through her flesh, but then it’s over.

“All done,” he says and packs up his tools of torture.  “Go ahead and lie back.  It’ll take effect shortly, and you won’t be able to feel anything from the waist down.”

“Thank you.”  She’s the most polite pregnant woman I’ve ever seen. 

I help get her settled, and Luke comes back through the door.

“Hey, who was that guy?” he asks and sits next to Natalie, his hand resting on her belly.

“The anesthesiologist.  I went for the drugs, baby.  I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing.  We talked about this.”  He kisses her forehead and then her lips.

“How is everyone out there?” I ask.

“They’re excited and nervous.  I would have been back sooner, but Isaac and Stacy showed up, and then the rest of your brothers and Sam and Mark all wanted to hear the status update from me directly, so I was on the phone with them for a little while.”  He sits back and watches the contraction monitor.  The needle starts to go up again, but Natalie doesn’t even flinch.

“It doesn’t hurt anymore?” I ask.

“I feel a little pressure, but no, the pain is gone.”

“Good.” I smile at them both and realize I haven’t checked my phone all day.  I pull it out of my purse and wake it up, frowning when I see eight missed calls and five text messages.

I check the texts first. The first one is from Mrs. Glover.

Email is sent. I hope your family is well.

I breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that Nate got the documents he needed on time, then check the messages from him.

Hey baby, breaking away for lunch do you have a minute to talk?

I’m going into a meeting, won’t be available the rest of the afternoon.

Are you okay?

Please call me.

Shit.  He’s worried.  I haven’t even thought about calling him since I got the call about Natalie.  I should have called him.  I check the voice mail.

“I’m worried.  Jenny said you ran out of the office this morning because of an emergency, but she hasn’t heard from you.  I can’t reach you on your cell or the house line.  Please be considerate and let me know you’re okay.  I can’t pack up and go home tonight to check on you. Call me.”