Illusions Complete Series (34 page)

At that, Ryan was back with a bunch of mint leaves in his hand. He pummeled them with some sugar, poured the rum into a glass with the mint and sugar, with some ice, and added some club soda and lime.

The mojito was delicious, of course.

As was the dinner. Ryan prepared some filet mignons, and I made the garlic mashed potatoes. The filets were grass-fed, as that was the only type of steaks that we ate, for ethical reasons. I had also steamed some green beans.

After dinner, we had some dessert and a few more drinks. I noticed the two guys sitting across the table, Nick’s arm draped around Ryan’s shoulders. I wished that I didn’t know what I knew about these two. They just looked like two best friends. I found myself silently cursing Alexis.
What I don’t know won’t hurt me.
But I
did
know, and I couldn’t stop picturing them together.

“So, buddy. How about having it at my Lake Como home?”

I shook my head at Ryan. No way could my family afford tickets to Italy.
Oh, what am I saying? We can all just fly in the private jet.

“Well, we can visit sometime. But I think that Iris wants to have it right here.”

“You can honeymoon at the house, then. And, visit your winery. You haven’t been there for awhile, you know.”

Ryan looked at me. “Nick’s Lake Como home is pretty magnificent. It has an amazing view of the Lake.”

Nick addressed me. “You ever been to Italy?”

“No. I, uh, have never been out of the country.” I felt like such a rube, again.

Nick raised one eyebrow. Ryan immediately changed the subject. “So, we were thinking about something pretty intimate. Nothing churchy, of course.”

“What about the country club?” Nick asked.

“Nah. Too formal,” Ryan said.

Ryan and I had actually discussed this beforehand. I didn’t want the country club wedding, or the destination wedding. I just wanted something simple, in keeping with my nature.

Ryan was perfectly willing to go along with whatever I wanted.

“So, what were you thinking?” Nick asked.

“We thought about just having it here. In the backyard,” Ryan said.

I nodded. Nick looked perplexed at this.

“Well, I agree that your backyard is pretty bad-ass. But you have the choice of having it at the Lake Como house and you choose just to have it here?”

I was starting to feel more and more intimidated by Nick. I could feel that there was a tension there, a dominance issue with him. It could have been just my imagination, but there seemed to be a subtle undermining of my relationship with Ryan.

I wondered if Nick really just wanted to be with Ryan, and he was going to sabotage.

I shook that thought off. There was no indication that this was the case.

I was just being silly.

Ryan was addressing the issue of the wedding again. “We appreciate the offer, Nick, but Iris has a lot of family here in town, and I can’t put all of them on the private plane.”

“Why not? Doesn’t it seat like 30?”

“Yes, but not everybody can take off work, you know. And between the friends and family, there probably will be close to 100 people. How are we going to get all those people out to Italy?”

“You buy them first class tickets.” Nick looked smug.

“Problem solved,” Ryan said, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever. It’s your wedding. I'm just along for the ride.”

Ryan put his arm around me. “I admit, I'd like to stay at the Lake Como house for our honeymoon.” Addressing me, Ryan said “I have a yacht out there, too, that I keep on the Mediterranean.”

I smiled.
Yacht, schmact.
I really didn’t care. I just wanted to be with him, even if it was in a shoebox.

Later on that night, I found out that my hunch was true. Ryan and Nick were in the living room, talking and drinking Scotch. Rielle had gone to bed early with a headache, and I, too, went to bed around midnight, after staying up with the guys. Nick played 20 questions with me. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but he did seem to pry.

I was leaving my room to get a drink of water, and I decided to eavesdrop on the guys down below. They didn’t notice me up above. They'd been drinking most of the night, so that probably had something to do with it.

Nick said “You mean to tell me that she has never been out of the country? Ever?”

“Yes. So what, a lot of people have never been overseas.”

“Nobody I know. Or you, for that matter.”

“This just in - there are people out in the world who aren’t rich.”

“Buddy. Bro. I love you. You know that.”

Ryan nodded.

“Well, then, I'll tell it to you straight. You can’t marry that girl. She strikes me as a philistine.”

“She's not a philistine. She is highly educated, very intelligent, and the nicest woman I have ever known.”

“Educated at state schools.”

“Jesus Christ, when did you get to be such a snob?”

“Ryan, you're slumming here. Whatever happened to Brigitte, the Dutch supermodel? She spoke five languages and could play the cello like Yo Yo Ma. Why didn’t you like her?”

“Nick, you obviously don’t understand.”

“Try me. Iris doesn’t even ski, for the love of all that is holy! How is she going to be on our vacations in the Alps?”

I sat, up above, wondering why Ryan was not offering a spirited defense of me. My heart started to sink, but I looked at my beautiful red diamond and felt comforted again.

Nick was continuing. “This isn’t an Erich Segal novel here. You can have literally any woman you want.” He shook his head. “I'm not seeing it here, buddy.”

“Well, then, maybe you don’t need to be my best man. Maybe you don’t even need to be in the wedding at all.”

“Easy, buddy. Sorry about the brutal honesty, but you know that's what I always give you.”

“You've always been honest, I admit. But I didn’t know that you were so judgmental. Is that a new trait, or did you suddenly become an asshole while I wasn’t looking?”

You go, Ryan! You tell him!

Nick audibly sighed. “You're right. She does seem nice, and she is kinda cute in her way. And, as long as you're happy, that's all that matters, right?”

To this, Ryan said, “There's something on your mind. I can tell.”

Nick nodded. “Rielle and I, we aren’t doing so good.”

“What does that mean?”

“We're hanging by a thread, buddy. So, yeah, maybe I'm jealous that you found the one, right when my one is slipping away.”

Ryan put his arm around him. “Sorry to hear that, bro.”

Then I saw them kissing. My heart started pounding. I mean, this was all good in theory, but seeing it in front of my eyes was something else entirely. I immediately went back into the room, and shut the door.

Oh, I didn’t need to see that. I didn’t need to hear that. Why can’t I leave well enough alone?

I wondered what else was going on downstairs.

I could just imagine.

But I didn’t want to.

I lay there, trying to get the spectacle out of my head. But, to my surprise, I also felt strangely titillated. After all, Nick was a very good looking guy. Seeing two hot guys together wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I felt very conflicted about it all. On the one hand, Ryan was, technically, cheating on me. But, not really, because I had indicated that I was ok with it. So, was he cheating, really? He wasn't with a woman downstairs, and we had discussed it beforehand.

I was very confused.

I opened the door again to spy some more. They were sitting on the couch now, side by side, Nick's hand once again draped over Ryan's shoulders. Nick was talking.

“Come on, Ryan, it's been way too long. Ever since you met her, you don't want to do it anymore.”

“It just feels funny, that's all.”

“It never did before.”

“Well, for one thing, both of our girls are upstairs, asleep. That may change. Would you really want to be caught?”

“I don't really care anymore. I'm heading for a divorce as it is.”

“You don't care? Don't you think Rielle might just use this against you, when it comes to custody issues?”

“Touché, buddy.” He paused. “I just miss you, that's all. I miss us.”

“I know. But it's different for me now. I've never felt like this about anybody else. I really need to minimize this,” he said, motioning his hands from himself to Nick. 

I saw Nick take another swig, then drunkenly place his hand in Ryan's hair, patting it. “Well, then, buddy, I guess I need my rest. I hope you don't mind if we just crash here. I really don't want to rouse sleeping beauty up there.”

“Of course. I wouldn't want you to drive, anyhow.”

“You mean, you aren't going to get Daniel out of bed to come and drive us?”

“Ha, ha. That would be totally rude, don't you think?”

“Joking, buddy. I’ll see you in the morning.”

At that, I leapt back into bed, realizing that Ryan would soon be joining me. In a few minutes, Ryan actually was in the bed, crawling in next to me, fully clothed. I felt him stroking my hair. He whispered “You awake, beautiful?”

I lay there, pretending to sleep. I felt like it was the early days of our relationship, with me pretending to sleep, so that Ryan doesn't suspect that I saw and heard too much.

Ryan continued on, evidently soused. “I can't wait for you to be Mrs. Gallagher. You mean the world to me. I don't think that I could love anybody as much as I love you.”

He continued to stroke my hair. I lay perfectly still, and, after a few minutes, I could hear him snoring.

He was still fully clothed.

Chapter Two

The night before the wedding was time to finally meet Sarah. She drove in from her home on Martha’s Vineyard, where she lived with her husband and two children. The husband and the children stayed on the Vineyard, however. This was not explained.

She arrived in a 2012 Mercedes, a platinum blonde in a pair of big Louis Vitton sunglasses and scarf around her head. Wearing a cashmere sweater set, string of saltwater pearls, slim black pants and Tory Burch shoes, she looked like a cross between a wealthy housewife and Grace Kelley. She had a huge Mastiff in tow, who sat in the front seat.

When she pulled into the driveway, Ryan immediately went to the car, and helped Sarah harness and leash the monstrous dog. She looked at me and held out a perfectly manicured hand. I shook it.

“I’m Sarah. I drove across the country for this affair, so you better be worth it.” Then she smiled. I wasn’t sure if she were joking or serious. I laughed anyhow. “Let me see the ring,” she said, taking my hand and bringing it closer to her face. She raised an eyebrow and looked at Ryan. “He does really love you. Ryan, where’d you find that diamond?

“It wasn’t easy, believe me,” Ryan said, while trying to control the 175 lb. dog. “I found a connection to a South African jeweler who specializes in different colors of diamonds.”

I didn’t know that. I knew that the red diamond was rare, the very rarest. But I didn’t know that he had to order it from South Africa.

“Really?” Sarah was interested. “Did you fly to South Africa to get it?”

“I did.”

Huh? When did he do that?

He explained, addressing me. “Uh, while you were in the coma, I took a weekend off to get it. I prayed the whole time that I wouldn’t miss you waking up. That was really the only time that I left your side.”

I nodded. “I had no idea you went to that kind of effort.”

Sarah said “What, do you think you can just buy a diamond like this on the Internet? I mean, you
can
buy red diamonds on the Internet, but they’re not perfect like this one.”

Sarah was making me feel the way that Nick made me feel – like a total rube.

Ryan took the dog, Coriolanus – Cori for short – into the house, where he romped with Maximus and Brutus. They all apparently knew one another.

Ryan explained that Sarah always drove to his house, not flew, because she never wanted to be without Cori. And, the dog didn’t do well with flying, so she drove.

Ryan got out Sarah’s Chanel luggage, and the three of us went into our house.

Sarah looked around. “The place looks the same,” she said, looking at me. “Where are you in this house, Iris?”

“I, uh, didn’t really have much to bring over.”

“Ryan, what’s up with that? Don’t you think that this place should have some of Iris’ influence here? After all, this house belongs to both of you.”

“Really, Sarah, it’s ok. I love Ryan’s taste,” I said.

“Sarah makes a good point,” Ryan said. “We should really redecorate now that this will officially be our house.”

Sarah smiled. I got the impression that she had sway over Ryan.

We had dinner at the house, and, after dinner, Sarah politely asked Ryan if she could talk to me alone.

I dreaded this for some reason.

We got some brandy and took it into the den and sat down.

“So,” Sarah said, patting her legs. “I’m not gonna beat around the bush, here. Have you signed a prenup?”

I somehow knew that this subject would come up with somebody. I was surprised that it never came up before. “No,” I said.

Sarah smiled tightly. “Don’t you think you better?”

“Ryan hasn’t asked me to.”

“He will. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Not a problem,” I said, honestly.

“Good. Because you will not have the chance to do what that other witch did to him,” she said, emphasizing the words “will not.”

“Alexis isn’t a witch. I really like her.”

She snorted, which seemed odd coming from such a classy woman. “Has she got you fooled.” She shook her head, and took another sip of her brandy. “You weren’t there.”

“I know, she’s a piece of work sometimes. But she’s very nice underneath.”

“Nice? Bitch got him into drugs. She went to rehab so many times that her parents finally cut her off. She didn’t have the money for her drugs, so she started running for a Mexican cartel.” She shook her head. “That didn’t last long. Ryan was in love with her. He didn’t want her risking her life, so he supported her. Paid her tuition at Yale, paid her living expenses and thensome, and paid for her drugs. And his, of course.” She took another sip of her brandy and stared at the fire. “Alexis was just one of a long line of people to take advantage of Ryan. He always lets them do it, though, because Ryan has one main motivation in life – to be loved.”