Inferno Anthology (238 page)

Claire giggled. “I just can’t believe my wedding’s news.” Everyone snickered. What did she expect? She married Anthony Rawlings. Claire looked up at him. He had eyes only for her—dark eyes. Daringly, she got up and walked to her husband. Lifting herself by her toes, she reached his cheek and gave it a kiss.

He obliged, bending down to allow his cheek to meet her lips. Addressing the group, Claire nonchalantly replied, “I guess I just forget who he is, but I have a lifetime to remember.” She kissed him again.

They toasted the New Year with champagne. Brent, Tom, and Tim especially wished Tony a profitable year. If his year were lucrative, theirs would be also. It was after 1:00 AM when the party broke up.

Within the car, the coldness of the leather transcended Claire’s slacks. She wanted the heater to warm the seat as well as the interior of the car quickly. The roar of the window defroster in the stillness of the night told Claire the poor
Mercedes
was trying its best. Tony was scraping the snow from the windows and talking with Brent while Tim did the same. Everything was blanketed with several more inches of white. Thankfully, it had stopped falling. Absently, Claire wondered how often Tony needed to scrape his own windows. She knew she was trying to divert her thoughts from the reprimand she was about to receive.

Her husband remained pleasant and attentive during the party, but his expression as he opened her door let her know that
this
subject wasn’t closed. Claire pondered that thought. Wasn’t it really the same subject as earlier? So shouldn’t it be closed?

Each time she exhaled she noticed the faint white crystals which formed and hung in the air. She straightened her posture and squared her shoulders; she was ready. The windows were clear, and she could hear Tony and Brent’s voices. His door would open at any moment. With each passing minute her demeanor moved from anxious to indignant. All she had wanted to do was see their wedding pictures. Why was that such a big deal? After all, it was her wedding. The fact the pictures were available online shouldn’t matter.

Once on the road, the only sounds were those of the tires on the snow and the hum of the heater. Claire waited. After a significant silence Tony spoke. “Do you remember I told you I received e-mails from Emily and she’d like you to call?”

“Yes, and you said I could call her tomorrow.” Claire felt a sudden panic.

“I was just wondering. Your memory seems to be failing you.”

“May I still call my sister?”

“Yes, I keep my word.”

Claire exhaled. This Tony was more indirect than the one she was accustomed to. Maybe that was the advantage of being his wife. She’d been looking for that
perk
. “Thank you.” She glanced toward her husband, his jaw muscles defined as he clenched. He was waiting for her to approach the subject. Reluctantly she did. “What did you think of our wedding pictures?”

“I think you were absolutely stunning, and I’m a lucky man.”

That wasn’t the response she anticipated. Yes, she was annoyed that this was a big deal; however, her intuition told her to back off. “I’m sorry about encouraging Bev. My curiosity got the better of me.” Apologizing seemed like the best option, even if it only sounded sincere.

“It isn’t just what you did. It’s what you said.”

Claire couldn’t remember what she said, so she asked. “What did I say?”

“You said you forget who I am.”

“I forget that marrying you is newsworthy. I love you for you. I forget that you are Anthony Rawlings. To me, you’re Tony.”

His grip intensified on the steering wheel and she felt his tension radiating through the interior of the car. “I’ve told you over and over, you must remember who I am. If you forget who I am, you’ll forget who you are, and the significance of your behavior.” It was a different version of the
appearance speech
. He was right; he’d said it over and over. She listened, replied at all appropriate times, and was thankful it was only the abridged version.

Tony returned to work on the January 1, from his home office. He had a lot of things to do. Apparently, he had tried to keep up-to-date while in Fiji, but
someone
kept him distracted. With him working in his office and her free to do as she pleased within the house, Claire soon realized how event filled the last month had been. She was suddenly overwhelmed with the sensation of solitude.

Claire arrived at Tony’s office before lunch to make her call. She expected the
limitations lecture
. Surprisingly, he didn’t give it. He dialed the telephone, turned his back and worked on his computers while Claire waited to speak. John answered. She prayed John wouldn’t say anything to upset Tony. “Hi, John. It’s Claire. Is Emily there?”

“Hi, Claire. Welcome back to the United States. You are back, aren’t you?”

“We are. We returned on December 30.” She was sending out mental signals: put Emily on the phone!

“So, was it as beautiful as the article described?” Tony turned to Claire. She needed to conclude with John and move on to Emily. She looked at him pleadingly: she knew.

“I didn’t read the article, but it was amazing. Tony definitely took me to paradise for our honeymoon. Hey, is Emily there?”

“Oh, yes. She’s right here. Good to talk with you. Please, tell Anthony I said hello.”

She made eye contact with him,
hi
. “I will, thanks, John.” She heard Emily take the receiver. Apparently, they weren’t using a speaker phone.

“Hi, Claire. How is my jet-set sister?” Claire smiled. Emily was trying her best to accept Claire’s life.

“I’m wonderful, glad to be home. How are you?” Tony turned back to his work. Emily explained that she and John were well. They wanted to thank Claire and Anthony again for the transportation. A
Rawlings Industries
jet took them back to Albany on Sunday following the ceremony. She also thanked them for allowing them to stay in their home. It was amazing! She asked Claire more questions about the honeymoon. Claire made it sound magical but not too over the top. Tony politely kept his back to Claire during her conversation. She knew he was listening to every word but appreciated the gesture.

After ten minutes Claire’s internal clock told her time was running out. “Well, it sure was good to see you two and to talk to you—”

Emily interrupted, “I wanted to let you know John’s been offered a job with a different company.”

This shocked Claire. She didn’t know he’d been looking for a different job. Emily said he hadn’t. It was a surprise to them too. Claire asked if it was in Albany. No, it’s either in New York City or Chicago. The company had offices at both locations, as well as others. Claire knew that meant Emily would have to leave her teaching job. Emily said she knew that. They were weighing the pros and cons. Financially, if he took the job, she wouldn’t need to work. It was a tremendous increase in pay. Claire was happy to hear that, but she knew how much Emily loved teaching.

Claire also added the
pro
that Chicago was much closer to her and Tony. She asked if John would be doing the same type of law? Emily said it was international corporate. He’d studied it, but for the last four years he’d practiced mostly corporate domestic. Tony pointed to his watch.

Claire told Emily she was interested, and she’d try to call again to see how things were going. She also warned. “Please think it through. Don’t just jump for the money.”

Emily said, “That’s easy for you to say.”

Claire understood, but wanted them to be happy first and foremost. Emily asked when she would hear from Claire again, and if there was a better way to contact her than Tony’s private e-mail?

Claire told she was still trying to understand the whole
Mrs. Rawlings
thing. So many people trying to interview her and the like—well she was sure Emily understood. So yes, Tony’s private e-mail was best. They bid each other goodbye and Tony disconnected the line.

Claire thought about the call as she stood to leave Tony’s office. “Thank you, I appreciate the chance to talk with her.” She turned to let him work.

“Claire, wait a minute.” Her first thought was that he expected some sort of gratitude. She turned back to him with fire in her eyes.

He casually leaned on his desk. “She was fishing.”

Confused, the fire still flickered. “Fishing for what, information about our honeymoon? Honestly, Tony, she’s my sister. Maybe she’s just interested in learning about me from me, not some magazine.”

Impatiently, he asked, “Are you done?”

“Yes.” He indicated for her to sit. She did. “She was fishing to find out if you knew about John’s job offer.”

“That doesn’t make sense, how would I know—” She looked at Tony and her heart rate increased. “Why? Why would you offer John a job? I know you don’t like him.”

“I don’t like his strength and determination. He pursued the prenuptial agreement in
my
limousine even though he knew I didn’t want him to. He even had the balls to offer me advice. Then during the rehearsal, he stood in front of me and our friends and had the audacity to
not
give you away
.
”

“I knew that upset you. We just never discussed it, before now.” Tony nodded. “Then please explain why you’d offer him a job?”

Tony smiled a devious grin. “I didn’t. Tom did. He contacted John while we were away. They’ve had two meetings in New York. John does have an amazing résumé for someone who went to law school in Indiana.”

“It’s one of the top twenty-five law schools in the country.” Claire immediately regretted defending John.

“Yes, thank you, Mrs. Rawlings. I’ll let Tom know that he may contact you if a cheering section is needed for Mr. Vandersol.” Claire apologized and asked Tony to continue. “He graduated
magna cum laude
from Indiana University School of Law and was hired by an East Coast firm that predominately hires from within the Ivy League. He’s worked very hard, and after only four years as an associate, he’s on the fast track for partnership consideration.”

Claire wasn’t sure if it was Tony or Tom, but someone had done their homework. “All right, he has a good résumé, but you just said you don’t like him.”

“Actually, Mrs. Rawlings, I said I don’t like his strength and determination, or more accurately, they infuriated me.” He smiled again. This one wasn’t devious, more mischievous.

Claire suddenly experienced déjà vu and smiled back. “Tony, John isn’t me. He doesn’t know you as well as I do.”

“That’s good. I’d prefer to keep it that way.”

“I mean, I don’t want you to be upset if he refuses your offer.” Tony lifted his eyebrows. Claire continued, “John’s worked very hard to achieve what he has in life. He may not accept your offer as being based on his résumé, but as being based on a familiar relationship.”

“You know him better, but Tom’s made him a very impressive offer. Those student loans, mortgage, and other debts you mentioned would no longer be an issue. Emily wouldn’t need to work, and they could live anywhere they wanted.”

“Emily likes her job. She loves teaching. Our mother was a teacher, up until the day she died. Emily enjoys doing what she does.” Claire realized she wasn’t facilitating the conversation. “But, I’m sure the loss of debt would be appealing. Emily could always find another teaching job. She does have over six years of experience. I just don’t want you to be disappointed if he refuses.”

“It’s interesting the lengths some people will go to reduce their debt.”

Claire chose to ignore that comment. “Has Tom given him a deadline? And what was the point of me talking with Emily but not knowing about John?”

“Tom asked for an answer by the end of January, and I was curious.” This time Claire raised her eyebrows. “I wondered if Emily would come right out and ask you about the job, and I figured if you knew about it, she’d think you persuaded me to offer it to him, or more accurately, persuaded me to persuade Tom.”

Claire thought for a moment. “Well, I can honestly say it never occurred to me to ask for such a thing, and obviously Emily doesn’t realize, I don’t have that kind of influence over you.”

His smile flashed, more unscrupulous this time. “Why, Mrs. Rawlings, I believe you’ve been known to be quite persuasive.”

The enlightening conversation was done. Claire had a lot to consider. She didn’t feel good about the probability of John being employed by
Rawlings Industries
; however, she’d been honest, both to Emily and Tony. That’s all she could do. Honesty was always the best policy—right?

Part of the happiness of life consists not in fighting battles, but in avoiding them. A masterly retreat is in itself a victory.

—Norman Vincent Peale

THE NEW YEAR
began, and the routines of the past year continued. Tony left in the morning for work, Claire stayed home swimming in the indoor pool, working out in the gym, reading books, watching movies, and waiting for his return. She still relied on Catherine to inform her each evening of Tony’s plans. One change was that if he were in town, he
always
came to her suite. She may even be asleep, but he slept with her. Another change was that he personally informed her of any events, gatherings, or activities they would attend as a couple. Claire felt this was an improvement from Catherine’s last-minute information.