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“You never bring anyone over
… or talk about anyone.”

He sno
rted. “Have you seen the welcome my mother gives to women we bring home?” He was somewhat right. I’d heard about the reception she gave Olivia from Luca herself. She detested the woman almost as much as I did. But, Olivia was easy to hate, and Luca was really nice once you got to know her.

I dismiss
ed his comment with a wave of my hand. “She is always nice to me.”

He laughed
. “That’s because you’re a lot like her. She probably has a healthy fear of a fellow bitch.”

My mouth dropped open. “What is it with people in this family saying exactly what they’re thinking? It’s so rude.”

He leaned over the arm of the sofa and winked conspiratorially at me. “You should try it. Though, it’s quite fascinating to sit back and watch all of your thoughts boil behind your eyes and never make it to your mouth.”

I had no words. Seth saw the look on my face and started to laugh. “Don’t worry, Leah. Your secret’s safe with me. No one needs to know there is a brain underneath all of that pretty hair.”

I glared at him, clutching tightly to the arm of my chair. I was angry … and I was incredibly turned on. Caleb always said just enough to leave you feeling both incredibly charmed and wondering exactly what he was getting at. Seth spewed truth like it was Old Faithful: too much, too fast, too hard. No wonder no one ever spoke to him.

“You’re an asshole, you know that.”

He shrugged, turned back to the TV. “I’ve been told. But, at least I see you. My brother only sees your hair.”

I got up, but his next words pulled me back down.

“I’ve been waiting for you to remember,” he said.

“Remember what?”

He looks at me with such directness, I flinch.

“That you and I have slept together.”

If I had been holding my glass, I would have dropped it. My eyes darted to Caleb. Thankfully, he was tuned out to our conversation.

“What are you talking about?” I hissed.

“Relax,” he said, lightly. “It was a long time ago.”

I searched my memory for his face. Wouldn’t I have instantly recognized him if we’d slept together? Probably not. I’d had a lot of sex with men I barely knew. But, if we had
… why would he wait so long to tell me?

“You’re messing with me,” I said.

“Nope.” He shook his head so casually I wondered if we were talking about sex or what he had for lunch.

“You definitely came up to my hotel room. It was the weekend after the fourth of July, six years ago. We met at that little bar in the Keys.”

I almost fainted. Six years ago, I had indeed gone on a trip to the Keys with my sister and a few of my friends. It was a combined birthday/holiday weekend celebration.

“How can you remember that if I don’t?”

“You were pretty wasted from what I can remember.”

Oh G
od. I did remember meeting a guy in the bar. He danced with me, and then we went across the street to his hotel. Had that really been Seth? What were the fucking odds?

“Don’t
— “

“Tell my brother,” he finished. “Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t want him to know. My lips are sealed.” He pretended to lock his lips and throw away the key.

How could this be happening? If Caleb found out…

He wasn’t going to find out. Seth and I both had something to lose. I nodded at him. “Thank you.”

 

After that day, I tried to keep my interactions with Seth to a minimum. He sought me out whenever we were at the same event. I was partially mortified and partially flattered. He always had a hushed quip ready about my claw eyes or my censored thoughts. Sometimes, he’d call me out when we were in a group and say, “What do you think about that, Leah?” or “I’d like to hear Leah’s take on this.” To which I’d be forced to answer. He always made inappropriate comments when no one else was paying attention. Sometimes, I’d blush so fiercely at the things he said that Caleb would look at me in alarm and ask me what was wrong. Only Seth could make me blush. It made me feel like we had a secret camaraderie.
 It made me wonder if he was right, if Caleb really saw me — if anyone did.

 

During my trial, Seth showed up to almost every hearing. I was pleased by his unexpected support as much as I was confused by it. It was quiet, but it was there … always on the left side of the back row. It made Caleb happy that he came. Their relationship had always been strained. I expected the chasm was forged by Luca’s obvious favoritism of her youngest son.

“He must really like you, Red,” Caleb said, after a grueling day of listening to the Prosecution question their witnesses. “No one can get him to show up to anything, but for you, he’s here.”

“He’s a Sergeant in the Police force, Caleb. I’m sure this sort of thing interests him.”

I really wondered if he was playing his own
jury, trying to decide if I was as wicked as he was always insinuating I was. It was exhausting trying to hide yourself from everyone. Watching them, watch you. Wanting to know everyone’s thoughts and deathly afraid that those very thoughts were condemning you. I was so angry with the man I had called my father for my whole life. I constantly found myself wondering what would have happened had he not died. Would he have scrounged up enough decency to protect me from this? Or would he have asked me to take the fall for him? And most importantly: would I have done it?

Seth asked me that very question the day I called him, after Caleb left me. He stopped by after work with a box of French pastries in his hand. He knew I liked them. I took them from him smiling, and he followed me into the kitchen.

“Where’s my brother staying?” he asked.

“His condo.” I opened the box and took out an almond croissant. Seth watched me bite into it before speaking.

“That father of yours was something else.”

My chewing stilled.

“According to that hot little attorney of yours, he completely framed you. Is she right?”

I wasn’t
sure whether I was more offended that he’d called Olivia “hot” or that he was questioning my innocence.

I force
d myself to swallow what was in my mouth and glared at him. “He didn’t do it on purpose,” I said. “I don’t exactly think he expected to die.”

“So, if he hadn’t had a heart attack and conveniently left you with this mess, you think he’d be taking the fall for this?”

“Yes, I do.”

It was a lie.

“According to Caleb, his signature wasn’t on any of the documents you signed.”

“What’s your point, Seth?” I snapped. “Did you come here to goad me?”

He pursed his lips and shook his head. “No, Leah. I came to see if you were all right. Truly.”

“I’m fine.” I slam
med the lid to the pastry box closed and walked toward the fridge. I could feel him behind me before I turned around. The suddenness of my turn caused him to slam into me. He didn’t pull back. He kissed me. Right on the mouth.

“Seth!” I shoved him away. He stumbled back a step. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“You called me,” he said. “I thought…”

“You thought what? That I wanted you to kiss me? I called you because Caleb left me, and I don’t know what to do! You didn’t have to come over here and take advantage of me.”

He kissed me again. Harder this time. I responded a little before I pushed him away.

“Get out,” I said, pointing to the door.

I cried after he left. How long had it been since Caleb kissed me? I tried to remember. Was it before the trial started? I think about all the months of preparation and can’t pull up a single memory of being kissed. How had I missed that? How had Seth’s abrupt kiss made me remember?

 

Chapter Thirty Five
Present
 
 

A few days after Cash’s phone call, we pull up to a tan stucco building around one o’clock. Sam jumps out first and has Estella out of the car before I’ve even checked my makeup. My hands are shaking when I open my door. We meet in front of the car.
“You okay?” Sam asks.
I nod without looking at him. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off the building. I wish I hadn’t worn heels. Sometimes, they make me feel confident, but today they make me feel pretentious. We walk in silence, or as much silence as my heels will allow.
At the front desk I give my name: Johanna Smith. I see Sam quirk his eyebrow. I don’t look at him. God, I hate that name. I only told Sam we were coming to see my sister, not where she was. We are led down a long hallway that smells of antiseptic. I glance over at the baby, wondering if the smell will bother her. She is asleep.
Such a good sleeper
. I smile.
We are taken to the very last room. I stop in the doorway, and Sam places a hand on my shoulder. I suddenly feel very sick. He nudges me. He’s so damn pushy.
I walk through. She is sitting in a wheelchair facing the window. Bright sunlight streams onto her face. She seems impervious to it, staring straight ahead, not really seeing anything. I walk to her slowly and crouch down in front of her.
“Court,” I take her hands. They are limp and cold. “Court, it’s me.” She stares past me. I look around the room — a bed, a television, two chairs. There are no personal touches; no flowers or pictures on the walls just like the rooms we passed on our way here. I look back at Courtney.
“I’m sorry I haven’t come before now,” I say. “I brought Estella to see you.” 
Sam, who has already taken her from her car seat, hands her to me. She holds her neck stiff as I take her, her large eyes looking around with innocent curiosity. I place her in Courtney’s lap and hold her there. My sister doesn’t move, doesn’t blink and doesn’t register the tiny presence pressed against her body. Estella fusses after a few seconds, so I take her and hold her.
My sister’s hair is greasy and limp. It is too short to tie back and hangs in her face. I reach up and push it behind her ears. I hate this. I hate this place, and I hate that my sister is here. I hate myself for not coming to see her sooner. She doesn’t belong here. I make my decision right then and there.
“Sam,” I say, standing up, “I want to bring her home … to my home. I can have someone come in to help.”
“Okay,” he says. “Are you clearing this with me or...” He shakes his head, and I want to slap him for the tenth time today.
“I’m just telling you, idiot.”
He grins.
“Courtney, I’m going to bring you home. Just give me a few days, okay … to get everything ready.”
I touch her face lightly. Beautiful, vibrant Courtney, I can see her in this person’s features, the high forehead and aquiline nose. But her eyes are lifeless. I reach around the back of her head and press my lips against her forehead. I can feel the scar beneath my fingertips, thick and hard. I swallow a sob and straighten up. Estella clings to my shirt, her little fists grabbing the material tightly. I march out without looking back, my heels clipping with new purpose.
Sam waits with Estella while I speak with the director of the facility. When we leave, I have a handful of pamphlets for in-home care.
We are back in the car when he speaks for the first time since leaving Courtney’s room.
“So … Johanna?”
“Shut up, Sam.”
“It’s a valid question, your majesty. If you don’t tell me why you hate it, I’m going to call you Johanna from now on.”
I sigh. How much to tell him? Caleb was the only one who knew. What the heck, right? I didn’t even know why it was a big secret anymore. My father was dead, his empire fallen, and my mother was a drunk. Whyyyyyy not tell the manny?
“I was adopted. No one knows. It’s been a big secret.” I shake my head, quirking my mouth to the side like it’s nothing. Sam lets out a low whistle.
“So, anyway, I was born in Kiev. My birth mother worked in a brothel — yada-yada.”
“Yada. Yada,” Sam repeats. “Seems like a little more than yada-yada.”
I give him a stern look before continuing. “My birth mother was reluctant to give me up. She was young. Sixteen. When she was little, her mother used to read to her from an American book called,
Tales of Johanna
. She agreed to give me up, but only if my parents would name me Johanna. They wanted a baby so badly that they did.”
“So that’s kind of great,” Sam says. “It’s like she gave you something of herself.”
I snort. “Yeah, well … my parents only told me I was adopted when I was eight. You can imagine my shock. They sat me down in the formal dining room — just tiny little me and them — in this imposing room. I was so afraid I was in trouble; I was shaking the entire time. As soon as I found out about the origins of my name, I didn’t want it anymore.”
Sam reached out and squeezed my shoulder. “Man, I thought my parents sucked.”
I grimaced. “So, that’s why I go by my middle name. The end.”
“Is Courtney their birth daughter?”
I nodded.
“What happened to her?”
“When my father died, she got sick.”
He interrupts me. “Sick?”
“In the head,” I say. “She was always that way. She was diagnosed with Bipolar disorder. She’d go into these depressions and no one would hear from her for months. She didn’t tell anyone this time. We were all so wrapped up in our own lives, no one checked on her. I guess my father’s death and everything that happened around my trial just sent her over the edge.”
“So, did she-?”
I brake a little too hard at a red light, and he jerks forward.
“She shot herself. The bullet grazed her brain, and they were able to save her in time. But, there was too much damage.”
“God,” he says. "And this is the first time you’re seeing her since…”
“Since the hospital after it happened.”
His eyes are wide.
“Don’t judge me,” I snap, “I was pregnant. I was on bed rest.”
“You were a selfish, self-centered bitch.”
I glare at him. “I was afraid.”
“Of what, Leah? She’s your sister. God, I can’t believe I work for you. I feel sick.”
I glance at him. He does look pretty disgusted. “I’m making it right,” I say.
We drive in silence for the next few minutes.
“Ooh! Jamba Juice. Want one?” I swerve into the parking lot, and to my satisfaction Sam’s head hits the passenger side window with a nice little thud.
“Sorry,” I smile.
He rubs his head, seeming to forget his question.
“I’m going to ask Caleb to come home,” I say as I pull into a spot. I check his face to see his reaction.
“I don’t want a fruit juice,” he says.
“Come on, Sam!”
He shakes his head. “Bad idea. You’re going to get hurt.”
“Why?”
Sam sighs. “I don’t think he’s ready. Caleb is the type of man who has an agenda.”
“What does that mean?”
Sam scratches his head like he’s uncomfortable.
“What do you know?” I narrow my eyes at him.
“I’m a guy. I just know.”
“You’re gay! You don’t have special insight into straight men.”
He shakes his head. “You are the single most offensive woman I have ever met, you know that? And, I’m not gay.”
My mouth pops open. “What are you talking about?”
He shrugs, embarrassed. “I just told you that so you wouldn’t hit on me.”
I blink at him. He cannot possibly be serious. “Why would you think I’d want to hit on you? Ew, Sam! I can’t believe this!”
He sighs. “Are we getting a juice or not?”
I fling myself out of the car. “I’m not getting you anything. Stay here with the baby.”
I am so angry, I completely miss the Jamba Juice store and have to backtrack. Men are such worthless liars. I should have known he wasn’t gay. He wears way too much polyester to be gay. And, I haven’t once seen him check out Caleb. Caleb is freaking gorgeous.
I am sipping my juice and halfway back to the car when I start laughing.
 
When we get home, I call Caleb’s cell three times before he finally picks up.
“When you pick Estella up tonight, I was hoping you could stay a while so we can talk.”
There is a long pause before he says. “Yes, I need to talk to you, too.” I feel a surge of hope.
“Okay, it’s all set then. I’ll have Sam stay a little bit later than usual.”
I hear him sigh into the phone.
“Fine, Leah. I’ll see you tonight.”
He hangs up. I don’t even think about the fact that he never hangs up without saying goodbye, until a few minutes later.
 

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