Heart of Ash (11 page)

Ash’s smile was watery. “What if Holt’s not around?”

“Then I’ll kill you.” With that, Lane—a guy who’d been his loyal friend for ten years—sprang from the deck chair, snatched up his towel and stormed away, leaving Ash feeling shredded. And defeated. And alone.

Chapter Ten

“There.” Emily sighed as she glanced around the ballroom. It was beautiful, elegantly decorated. Everything was in place. From the silent auction items along the far wall to the exquisite table settings, to the band finishing their final sound check on the stage. Pride swelled in her chest. It meant so much that she had the resources and abilities to pull off a charity event like this. And it comforted her to know that, even if her own fairy tale would never come true, she could help someone else have theirs. “I think it’s perfect.”

“Of course it’s perfect,” Kaitlin grinned, hugging her shoulder. “You’re a slave driver.”

Emily wrinkled her nose. “Am I?”

Jamie snorted. “Are you kidding? When it comes to events like this, you become practically militant.”

Emily nibbled her lip. “I’m sorry…”

“Don’t be sorry. You’re good at this, Em. Really good.”

“Yeah.” Jamie crossed her arms and surveyed the room, watching the rest of the volunteers make final adjustments to the balloon arches. “We are going to make so much money for the Teen Waystation, it’s not even funny.”

“I hope so.” This was one of Emily’s favorite causes. No one should be homeless, but when teens, kids just starting out in life, found themselves alone in the world, something had to be done. Someone had to step in. Some of their stories were heartbreaking.

It had been such a relief over the past two weeks, having this event to occupy her time. Her mind. She’d been too busy to think about Ash. Well, until nighttime. When she lay in her bed, staring at the ceiling blinking back the tears.

Which was foolish. He’d made his position clear.

Theirs had been a one night stand. He had no interest in anything else.

She’d been so sure the feeling she had when she was with him was real. That
they
were real. But then, she kept reminding herself, it wasn’t as though she was experienced in things like this.

It was her own fault.

After one near-disastrous interaction with a man in college, she’d erected very thick, firm and impenetrable walls. She hadn’t dated. She hadn’t trusted. Hadn’t even paddled in the pond. Had she truly imagined she could just dive in and swim like a fish?

It was simply ironic that the first time she let down her guard it was to a man who wanted only one thing.

Or maybe it wasn’t ironic.

Maybe she just had really poor taste in men.

Which only validated her vow to give up on men.

Or relationships.

Or, at the very least, impulsive decisions.

Like leaping into bed with a man she barely knew and expecting him to respect her in the morning.

Her stomach churned and she tried to calm it with a palm. It didn’t help. Her stomach had been churning a lot lately.

“Ooh, look.” Jamie waylaid a waiter carrying a tray of champagne to the welcome area and grabbed three glasses. She handed one to Kaitlin and another to Emily. “A toast. To a successful fund-raiser.”

Emily raised her glass, but before she could take a sip, Kaitlin touched her wrist. “I don’t think you should drink,” she murmured.

Emily blinked. “What? Why?” But Kaitlin just fixed her with that crooked, unfocused stare and shook her head.

“No alcohol.”

It was damned annoying having a friend who was privy to the secrets of the universe and wouldn’t spill the beans. But Kaitlin was nearly always right, so Emily asked the waiter for a club soda instead. Besides, she had a lot of work to do before the night was over.

The true reason for Kaitlin’s insistence became clear before long. Halfway through the lively event, Jamie, at her side, bristled. “What’s
he
doing here?” she spat.

Emily followed her glare and her breath seized as her focus landed on an achingly familiar face.

Ash.

He was here.

She’d considered not sending an invitation to the Bristol Foundation, but they had always been generous benefactors in the past. In the end, she’d decided against letting her petty feelings stand between the Teen Waystation and a large cash infusion. Besides, Ash had never actually attended a fund-raiser. It had always been his father or one of the other Directors.

She was shocked to see him here.

A part of her wanted to run and hide. She told that part to shush.

This was her event. Her world. She’d be damned if she’d let him chase her back into her hidey-hole. She’d spent enough of her life in that cave, isolated from the world.

That was over now.

Her gaze flicked to the man Ash was talking to and her gut clenched. Her breath stalled. Her heart lodged in her throat.

Kaitlin laid a hand on her arm. “Are you okay?”

“Mmm hmm.”

But she wasn’t. Because the two men in the world she least wanted to see, ever again, were chatting amiably by the bar. Ash said something and Roman threw back his head and laughed.

Roman.

He was tall, lean, handsome. The years showed on his features, but that silky charisma, the charm that had trapped her once, had not faded. He turned in her direction and he froze, drink halfway to his lips. He looked her up and down and they curled then, those lips. The mask slipped, just a tiny bit, and his true nature showed through the cracks.

Fairy tales might not be true, but ogres did exist, and Roman was one.

“He’s coming this way.”

Emily didn’t need Jamie’s warning. Her survival instinct snapped to attention as Roman headed toward her, a predatory glint in his eye. Ash didn’t follow. Thank God. He hadn’t even noticed her.

Regardless, the urge to run hit her again, and hit her hard.

Ash glanced up then and their gazes clashed. His muscles tightened. Some unfamiliar expression flickered over his features and he started making his way across the room as well.

“Oh God.” She swallowed.

“We’re here.” God bless Kaitlin. She always knew what to say.

It helped, a lot, having her friends at her back. Because her worst nightmare was heading toward her, and Ash Bristol wasn’t far behind. She wasn’t sure which encounter she dreaded more.

Society events like this had never been Ash’s thing. Pressing the flesh, talking to overblown socialites, forcing himself to smile and be charming to complete strangers—all of whom knew
him—
set his teeth on edge.

It had been a relief at first, seeing Roman Carstairs’ familiar face at the fund-raiser, the first one he’d agreed to take on in his father’s stead. But it hadn’t taken long for Ash to remember how much he disliked the man. But they were fraternity brothers, and this was a charity event, so Ash disciplined himself to be civil.

It rankled, laughing at his jokes and making small talk. Roman had a crude sense of humor, and didn’t shy away from making rude comments about the people around them. He seemed to know everyone, and all their dirty little secrets, so when he chuckled and said, “There’s someone I want to talk to,” Ash had nodded and turned away.

And then he’d seen her. His heart had thudded painfully. Breathing became difficult. Prickles of heat rose on his nape.

Emily.

He’d found her.

Some unfamiliar joy trilled through him.

And then annoyance raked him when he realized
she
was the one Roman was heading for.

She was impossibly beautiful in a light green gown that clung to her curves. Her hair was done up in some elaborate swirly confection; the touch of lipstick snagged his attention, making him imagine those lips engaged in more intimate pursuits.

She was dazzling in purple overalls and a floppy hat. All dolled up like this, she was irresistible.

As he and Roman approached, her muscles stiffened infinitesimally. A veil shrouded her eyes. She hummed with a tension that reached out and grabbed him by the balls, and not in a good way.

He knew he’d hurt her. He just hadn’t realized how badly.

Seeing it, feeling it, nearly destroyed him.

Because he realized, his lame idea of simply apologizing and handing over some sparkly bauble wasn’t going to be nearly enough. If he wanted to win her back, he was going to have to do much, much more.

Although what that might be, he didn’t know.

“Emily.” Roman greeted her with an effusive hug. She stared at Ash over his shoulder as he rocked her back and forth. The agony on her delicate features hurt. Like a knife to the gut. When Roman finally let her go, she seemed to shrink inside herself. She threw her shoulders back and plastered an enormous smile on her face.

It was, patently, the fakest smile he’d ever seen.

He didn’t like it at all. It wasn’t…
her
.

“It’s been a long time.” Roman turned to Emily’s companions and winced. They were both bristling, like soldiers readying for war, wary glowers flicking from him to Roman and back again. “Kaitlin.” Roman held out a hand. The redhead’s lip curled. So when Roman greeted the brunette with the short bangs, he didn’t bother trying. He merely nodded. “Jamie.”

“Roman.” This she spat. “What are you doing here?”

Roman laughed and waved to a waiter, grabbing another flute of champagne, though he’d already had three—that Ash had counted. “I had to come…when I heard our Emily was organizing the event.” His expression became overly sincere. “Oh and because I really really care about…” He glanced at Ash. “What’s this a fund-raiser for again?”

Ash cleared his throat. “Teen Waystation.”

“Yeah. Teen Waystation.” Roman threw back his drink and snagged another. “Obesity is a terrible problem in our society.”

Emily made a sound, something like a snort.

“Teen Waystation is a homeless shelter.” Ash knew. He’d read the prospectus before deciding the amount the foundation would give. Now, however, he wished he’d written the check for more. He shook his head and his gaze tangled with Emily’s. She appeared torn between outrage and bemusement. She opted for politeness.

“Thank you very much for coming, Roman. I hope you have a wonderful evening.”

It appeared then, that she intended to slip away. Denial howled. He couldn’t let her go. Not now that he’d found her again. He opened his mouth to forestall her, but Roman beat him to it.

“Do you know Ash Bristol?” he asked. “From the Bristol Foundation?”

Emily nodded graciously in his direction. “I believe we’ve met.”

Ash thrust out a hand because he knew she would take it. She couldn’t not in a situation like this. Her manners would not allow her to give him the direct cut in a crowd of wealthy donors. It was a sleazy way to get to touch her, but Ash had few regrets, because when her palm slid across his, a dizzying sensation assailed him. And he remembered.

Oh, he’d always remembered. He’d remembered it all. But this was more. This was sensory memory. His body recognized her touch and delighted, exalted in it. The moment lasted forever, and not nearly long enough.

Also, her friends were glaring at him. So he released her. But he didn’t step back. He liked being near her too much. He wished he could whisk her away to some darkened, private room and—

His brain seized as images flickered through.

And
talk
to her. Talk to her. He brutally reminded himself that he needed to talk to her. Explain. Apologize. Grovel. He would find a way to get her alone. Tonight. And talk to her.

 “So, I hear you have an item up in the auction?” Roman asked.

Emily blinked. “Y-yes.”

He leaned closer, way too close in Ash’s opinion, and whispered, “I’ll have to win that.”

She glanced at her friends, anxiety flickering in her eyes.

Ash shot a look at Roman. And then at Emily. He wasn’t a terribly observant guy in social situations, but there was something between these two. Roman made Emily ill at ease.

On the one hand, Ash was relieved the discomfort he’d sensed from her wasn’t totally directed at him. On the other hand, he knew Roman. That he and Emily had a
history
, bothered him.

“What item did you offer?” he asked. “One of your glass pieces?”

All of them, Emily, Roman, Kaitlin and Jamie, gaped.

“Glass pieces?” Kaitlin’s head whipped around. She narrowed her attention on Emily. “What glass pieces?”

She flushed. “No. No. Of course not. My art’s not nearly sophisticated enough to offer at an auction.”

“I didn’t know you did art,” Kaitlin said. “Why didn’t I know you did art?” She frowned at Ash, but it was softened by a contemplative light.

“It’s just a silly hobby.” Emily waved a hand, as though she could brush the topic away. “No, my item in the auction is a fundraising package.”

Jamie selected a rumaki from a passing tray. “She’ll coordinate an event for the winning bidder.”

Emily’s flush rose. Ash found himself fascinated by the tinge on her cheeks. “It’s nothing really.”

“I’ll have to win that.” Roman repeated. “Then you and I could spend hours and hours together on…you know. Some fundraising event.”

Ash disliked the tightness around her mouth at that. No. He wasn’t terribly observant, but he was intuitive enough to know Emily did not want to spend hours and hours with Roman. And if he knew Roman, he knew why.

At the same time, the thought of spending hours and hours—alone—with Emily excited him beyond reason. He decided then and there, no matter how much Roman bid for Emily’s package, Ash was going to win it.

Chapter Eleven

Emily nearly fainted with relief when Joann signaled it was time for her to give her speech. She nodded politely at Ash and Roman and, hooking arms with Kaitlin and Jamie said, “Excuse us, gentlemen.”

It seemed as though Roman was going to follow, but Ash asked him some question, distracting him long enough for her to slip away. She blew out a breath.