Forbidden Valentine: A Forbidden Novel (13 page)

“Is it?” she challenged. “It wasn’t very long ago you were drinking yourself half to death because she chose Rebel over you. Now you want me to believe that you’ve moved on so much that you can see having a family with me?”

“Yes.”

“Why? What could have possibly changed so much that you can honestly sit here and say that you don’t still want a future with her?”

Hating her tone, Ransom’s jaw clenched. “You,” he said firmly. “You’re what changed.”

“I haven’t done a thing besides holding you to your promise of not drinking anymore.”

“That’s only a small part of it. You’re mine now, remember? I claimed you. That means something.”

Her expression twisted with pain, sending his stomach into a freefall. “You’re right, it does mean something,” she said softly, her chin beginning to tremble. Which scared the hell out of him. “I’m just afraid that it means far more to me than it does to you.”

Ransom wanted to reach for her, badly, but he didn’t dare. He sensed that whatever this was about, it was going to get worse before it got better, and the last thing he wanted to do was fracture the fragile moment and send her running.

“That’s not possible, Dani. Look at me,” he said, forcefully gripping her chin and turning her face so she had no choice but to meet his eyes. “It’s not possible.”

“Why?”

“Because you gave me something special that no one has ever given me before. You thought enough of me,
trusted me
enough, to give that to me. I don’t take that lightly.”

Her eyes narrowed and she pushed her face toward him, her strength and determination terrifyingly impressive. “Why?” she hissed.

His heart skipped. “I don’t understand what you’re asking.”

“Yes, you do. You know exactly what I’m asking,” she accused. “Now tell me why. Why isn’t it possible for it to mean more to you if I belong to you than it does to me?”

Ransom’s lungs constricted and his tongue stuck to the roof of his suddenly dry mouth.

She huffed a humorless laugh. “You can’t say it, can you? You can’t because you know it’s not true. You’re still in love with her. That’s why you can’t go talk to your brother, isn’t it? Because you know you’d be lying if you said you forgave him. Because you still. Want. Her.”

Her cruel laughter was saturated with such profound pain that Ransom would have been brought to his knees if he were standing. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks as Dani threw back the blankets and extricated herself from his bed. He sat there, powerless in his guilt and lost in his struggle to sort the truth from the lies, that all he could do was watch her struggle to get dressed.

Was she right? Was his reluctance to see Rebel, his easy willingness to delay a visit, a direct result of his lingering feelings for Josephine?

The answer was immediate: No.

There was no question in his mind that Dani was wrong. About everything.

In her haste to put her pants on, Dani stumbled and fell, her hip colliding with the mattress. It was all Ransom needed to spur him into action.

Lunging, he caught her around the middle and hauled her backward across the bed. Her arms and legs flailed and she screeched her protest, but Ransom had her flat on her back and was lying on top of her in less time that it took to blink.

Boxing her head in with his hands, getting in her face, putting them nose to nose, he made sure she was going to hear every word he had to say.

“No talking,” he commanded. “Just listen.”

She looked as if she wanted to argue, but her mouth snapped shut.

“You’re wrong. I’ve known since the first night I slept in your bed that you were it for me. But if I’m being truly honest, I think it might have fallen for you the moment I laid eyes on you in that bar. You weren’t the first woman to catch my eye, but you were the first to catch my attention.”

“What’s the difference?”

“The difference is that any woman can catch a man’s eye. All she needs is a pair of tits and a soft place to stick it,” he said crudely, knowing it would only piss her off more. But he wanted her angry, so when he told her his reason, she would feel the truth of it down to her marrow. There would be no more questioning his motives. All that would be left was trust. “But you were different. For the first time since I could remember, I stopped thinking about Joe and everything that could have been but wasn’t, and I saw what was in front of me. I saw
you
, Dani. It took me some time to accept it, to let go of the past, but I have. For you.

“I can live without you, Dani, but what’s more is I don’t want to. You make every day easier. For the first time in a long time, I’m looking forward to tomorrow instead of dreading it. Because of you, I no longer look in the mirror and hate what I see. You’ve fixed what’s broken inside of me. How can I not love you?”

Utter stillness swallowed the room as the two of them lay there, locked in each other’s eyes. Ransom had laid himself bare before her, and now all he could do was hope she still cared enough to accept him.

But the silence was killing him.

“Speak to me, Dani. Tell me you heard all that. Tell me you love me, too. Something, just don’t leave me hanging.”

That’s when she unleashed every single emotion she’d been holding inside. Her whole body rocked with sobs and she dissolved into tears. Unable to stomach her sadness, Ransom wrapped her in his arms and just held her.

He didn’t know how long they laid like that. Enough time for Dani’s tears to fade and come back several times before they finally dried up for good, leaving only hiccups behind.

Retrieving toilet paper from the bathroom, Ransom handed her the strip of tissue and climbed back into bed beside her, draping his arm over her shoulder and tucking her hair back behind her ears so he could continue to monitor her mottled red face.

“You don’t know how much I needed to hear that.” She sniffled, wiping her eyes then nose dry. “I had hoped, but I thought I stood a bigger change of having my heart broken than you ever returning how I feel about you. And I was trying to resign myself to the day when I’d have to walk away.”

“How do you feel about me?”

Her bloodshot, puffy eyes lifted to his. “Isn’t it obvious? Of course I love you.”

She said it as if it were a given. Something that he should have known long ago. It made his heart soar to hear it. Ransom grinned. “Good, then that makes this much less awkward.”

She laughed, sniffled, and then laughed again before sobering. “I think you need to get that visit to your brother out of the way sooner than later. Tell him where you stand so you can put this mess behind you and move on.”

“I agree.”

“And I think Joe needs to be there to hear it, too.”

Stroking a hand down her long, silken fall of hair, Ransom nodded. “Agreed. She needs closure just as much as he and I.”

Her breath shuddered and she sniffed again. “Since we’re being honest, I think I should tell you that the reason I want you to tell her too is because I don’t want there to be any questions left. I want everyone to know that you’ve moved on.” Her strained eyes met his. “With me.”

“Trust me, by the end of the day tomorrow, everyone is going to know you’re mine.”

FIFTEEN

DANI COULDN’T STOP SMILING, even though she was majorly stressing. Ransom hadn’t lied when he told her everyone would know she was his. Apparently, after they’d parted ways that morning, he’d begun a campaign of announcing their relationship to the world.

At the top of that list was his mother, Seraphim, who had somehow teased her number from Ransom’s—apparently—weak resolve and had spent the day calling her off and on, asking a million and one questions that Dani struggled to answer.

Namely, how she knew for a fact that she was in love with her son.

How was anyone supposed to formulate and answer to something as intangible as love?

But she’d done her best, despite how utterly uncomfortable it made her, and ended up telling her something along the lines of how he’d made her heart beat faster and slower at once. That he was the only man who’d ever touched her soul. How each day she woke with him on her mind, and he was the last thought she had before she went to sleep at night.

She was fairly certain she’d ripped all of it off of some dead poet. At the very least, it was a menagerie of clichés.

But it was no less true regardless of origin.

Dani was in love with Ransom, for better or worse, and Seraphim seemed to know it, too. She took Dani’s explanation as fact and with a certain amount of approval in her tone, then asked her out on a girl’s luncheon.

Today.

Which was why she was now sitting in a café in the middle of downtown staring out at the panoramic view of the city’s sidewalk, with her back straight as a pole and her hands folded in her lap.

The picture of perfection. The perfect girlfriend. Maybe, one day, the perfect daughter-in-law, too.

A girl could dream.

But the longer Dani sat there waiting, the more she began to wonder if she’d been stood up. Seraphim didn’t strike her as someone to be late.

Her cheeks ached from so much smiling.

It was almost a relief when her phone rang. Letting her mask of perfection fall for a moment, Dani reached into her purse and lit up at the name on the screen.

“Hey, just who I needed to talk to.”

“Oh? Is something wrong?” Ransom asked, curious.

“Oh, nothing wrong exactly,” she hedged. “Except that I’m sitting in a café waiting to have lunch with
your mother
.” Angling her head toward her lap, she lowered her voice in the interest of keeping their conversation private. “I didn’t even know she had my number. Care to shed some light on the subject?”

“Er, yeah. My fault. She called me this morning on my way to work and kind of freaked when I told her we were official. Not that it came as a surprise, but she insisted on talking to you, and since I wasn’t readily available, I figured, maybe, a phone call was the lesser of two evils?”

“And what would be the first?”

“Me picking you up to have lunch with her together.”

Her eyes widened. “You totally threw me to the wolves.”

“I did not. She’s much more of a bear than anything.”

She heard the smile in his voice and her lips pinched, though she wasn’t mad. Just shocked, fraught with nerves, and maybe a touch annoyed. “I’m going to need to hang up now. I’m feeling stabby.”

“W-what?” he coughed. “Stabby? Oh, Lord, woman, you never fail to make me smile.”

“Glad I can entertain you,” she deadpanned. “Now what did you call for? I’m kind of in the middle of hyperventilating, and I feel I should give it my undivided attention.”

“I just called to hear your voice, but I don’t want to interrupt your heavy breathing, so I’ll let you get back to it.”

“You’re so thoughtful.”

“That’s why you love me,” he said, using that deep, rumbling voice that made her toes curl.

After they professed their love and Ransom apologized for not at least giving her a heads up about his mother, he wished her good luck and she tucked her phone away with a contented sigh. At least she could be confident in where she stood with him, even if she was shaking in her Dr. Scholl’s at the thought of one-on-one time with his mother.

“Traffic was a beast!” Seraphim proclaimed as she whirled through the door, her heels clacking against the tiled floor as she threaded her way through the tables.

Dani stood and accepted her embrace, smiling faintly as her stomach threatened to revolt.

Taking the seat across from her, Seraphim scanned her from head to toe. “You look cute.”

“Thank you. I like your dress.” It was one of those wrap types that made her boobs look fantastic and in a deep shade of red that went well with her fair complexion.

“Thank you. I got it on sale.”

“My mother would love you then. She’s a sucker for sales.”

“Oh? I’d love to meet her then. A woman can never have too many girlfriends.”

Dani smiled, fresh out of niceties to share. She twisted her fingers together, unsure how to proceed.

“Have you ordered yet?”

“Oh, no, I was waiting for you.”

She was graced with an adoring smile. “You’re too sweet. I only wish my sons had your manners. Tell me what you want, and I’ll go put in the order.”

After a moment of back and forth over who was going to pay the bill, Seraphim sauntered up to the counter, leaving Dani to twist her napkin and wonder how in the world she was going to make it through a full hour and not faint dead away.

“I wish you wouldn’t look so frightened. I’m really not a wretched woman once you get to know me,” Seraphim said as she set their mocha lattes and blueberry scones on the table.

“I don’t think that of you,” Dani assured her.

“Well, I can’t imagine what you must be thinking then, what with the way I practically ambushed you on the phone earlier.”

“It’s was a bit unexpected, but it’s fine. I understand.”

“Then you’re more patient than me.”

“Well, he is your son. If I had kids, I imagine I would be a little overprotective of them, too.”

Sighing heavily, Seraphim flipped her hair over her shoulder and curled her hand around her latte, cradling it between her palms. “It does come with the territory, yes. I just want to be sure that my boys are happy. Finding someone to share your life with isn’t an easy task, and Ransom knows that better than most. He’s had a tough go of it these last months, but now that he’s found you, I think he’s on the path to healing.”

“It means a lot that you think so highly of me, but I haven’t really done all that much. Ransom just needed a little nudge in the right direction.”

Her expression softened with a motherly glow, and Seraphim reached out and covered Dani’s hand with hers. “And I can’t tell you how much it means to all of us that you were the one doing the nudging. You’re a great girl, Dani. Don’t downplay how much of an effect you’ve had on him. Because of you, Ransom has found his true self. That’s more than any mother has a right to ask. I’m just so grateful that he’s finally found the love he deserves.”

“I do love him.”

“I know you do. I can see it in your eyes and hear it in the way you speak about him. He’s lucky to have you.”

“I’m lucky to have him, too.”

“I’m glad you feel that way. You two will make each other very happy.”

Concerns that Dani had been turning over in her head since she’d learned of Ransom’s past rose to the top of her thoughts as she sat there with the one person who knew Ransom best, and she couldn’t help the temptation. She had to ask.

“How involved were he and Josephine? I mean…” She paused. Combed her fingers through her hair and shook her head. “I don’t know what I mean.”

“You want to know if they were in love and if there’s any chance that something could happen between them in the future.”

“Yes.” She was relieved to have Seraphim’s understanding. It made her feel less crazy for having the thoughts in the first place. “It’s terrible of me, I know.”

“Are you kidding? I’d be worried if you weren’t,” she said, surprising Dani. “But to answer your question, no. Not a chance in hell,” she said with conviction. “Even if by some chance I believed Ransom was in love with her, which I can tell you that he absolutely isn’t, Josephine only has eyes for one man, and that’s her husband. Not to mention that Rebel would murder him without blinking an eyelash if he thought for one second his brother was sniffing around his property, twin or not.”

“Murder?” Dani covered her throat with her hand in response to the severity with which she had delivered the information.

“We’ve a healthy dose of Irish in our bloodline. Passions run deep.” She patted the table, a silent push to drink her latte before it cooled. “Don’t worry your pretty little head over it another second. My boy may have thought he was in love with Josephine, but trust me when I say that he didn’t know the meaning of love until he met you.”

“You sound pretty sure of that,” Dani observed, then added, “Ransom basically told me the same last night.”

Reading the lingering sadness underlying her tone, Seraphim broke off a portion of her scone and held it poised in front of her mouth. “Got into it did you?”

“Just a tad. We started talking about Ransom visiting Rebel for a talk, and I ended up blabbing my insecurities instead. Everything went downhill from there. So, you see, I’m not so perfect after all.”

“Being able to talk things out with your partner is a good thing. It’s what makes for strong relationships. Resilient ones. How do you think Victor and I have made it this far? I can tell you now, it wasn’t because he wears a suit well or that he knows his way around a woman’s body. Although he does both quite well.” She paused, staring off as she got lost in thought.

Dani looked away, feeling like an intruder. For a distraction, she picked up her scone and took an experimental bite, mulled over the flavors, and decided she still preferred donuts.

“Sorry, lost me for a second there.” Seraphim laughed lightly at herself. “Even after all these years, that man still holds a power over me.” She gave her head a clearing shake. “At any rate, my point was that in order for a relationship to work, it has to have substance, and that comes with the willingness to learn and change for one another.”

“My father bailed on my mother and me. Did Ransom tell you about that?”

“He didn’t.”

Dani liked that she didn’t look at her with pity. She just held her gaze, firm and steady, as if they weren’t discussing the heaviness of life. “He had a bit of a drinking problem, and he didn’t want to be tied down, so he just packed up and left one day.” She hesitated. “But what I didn’t tell Ransom was that I still talk to him.” Which was why what Seraphim had said about relationships resonated with her. She’d been working to mend one fence while possibly damaging another. Was her omission something that would ruin hers and Ransom’s relationship down the line? Would he view her history with her father and readiness to stand by him through his own problem as a reason not to be together?

Seraphim raised a perfectly arched brow. “Long distance?”

“No,” she said, drawing out the word. “He moved here a while back, when I was still in college. We ran into each other at the grocery store one night while I was heading to a party a friend was throwing. We exchanged numbers, and the rest, as they say, is history.”

“And you’re ashamed of that?”

“Only that I wasn’t more forthcoming from the start. Ransom has told me everything about his past. I owe him mine.”

“You don’t owe anyone anything. Will it bring you closer if you do? Probably. Is it imperative that you tell him every little thing about you? Not at all. The most important thing to a relationship is honesty. Dragging baggage or past shames or what have you into it won’t help anything.”

“So you’re saying I shouldn’t tell him then?”

“I’m saying that you should tell him only if you want to. Otherwise, keep it on a need-to-know basis. Like when you get married and your father is going to walk you down the aisle.”

“You’re already planning our marriage? Boy, and here I was thinking this was going to be a simple luncheon with my boyfriend’s mom.”

Seraphim patted her hand. “Oh, sweetie, you have much to learn.”