Making You Mine (35 page)

Sal smiled and touched Grace’s cheek. More memories of his night in Vegas had come to him. The only thing he’d learned from them was that Melissa had been the one that walked him out of the bar. He still hadn’t heard a peep from her since she showed up at his place. He could only pray now things stayed that way.

~*~

Graduating from a small culinary school was nothing like doing so from a big college. The graduating class was less than fifty, but all Grace cared about was that she was finally done.

Sal filmed the entire ceremony, while her mother didn’t even try to hide her boredom, yawning obnoxiously several times then shaking her head as if it was near impossible to stay awake. Grace was a little surprised she’d actually showed up, but after the ceremony she found out why.

Sal drove them to the Marina where he surprised Grace with a dinner cruise exclusively for her and their friends and family. Everyone was there including Joey and Taylor. Grace was surprised even Sal’s parents made it. It was overwhelming.

Her mother was never one to pass up a free meal or in this case a very elegant dinner cruise. Grace knew Sal had paid for it all. She knew for sure her mother hadn’t. She was even more glad her step-dad hadn’t been in town for it.

Joey made a heartfelt toast that nearly had Grace in tears, to which she responded with her own toast for him. He
had
after all graduated also. When they finished dinner and everyone got up to enjoy their drinks and the view of the sunset, Grace stood on the deck of the yacht with Sal. He stood behind her, his hands on the rail caging her in. He kissed her neck softly. “I’m so proud of you,” he whispered.

Grace was in heaven. She never thought she could ever be this happy. Leaning her head against his chest, she took a deep breath. She could hardly wait for her future to begin.

Grace had picked up such a rhythm now at the restaurant. Being at work reminded her of being in her grandmother’s restaurant’s kitchen. It felt like her second home and she’d come to love it.

Sal was meeting with the investors to inform them about the decision he and his family had come to. They would take on another restaurant but only one at a time until they felt they could do more without being overwhelmed.

She glanced up to see a smiling Alex walk out of the office and toward the kitchen. Then he turned to the dining room and something wiped the smile right off. He turned and walked in that direction instead. Curious, Grace walked over to peek. Immediately she knew why Alex had such a change in expression. Melissa stood in the front dining room, talking to him with her hand on her hip.

Grace wiped her hands and threw the towel down. She was done putting up with this bitche’s shit. She didn’t want to make a scene in the restaurant but she wanted to make sure Melissa knew she wasn’t backing down no matter how much she persisted.

As soon as she walked out into the dining area, Melissa smirked. Alex backed up immediately making himself a barrier between her and Melissa.

“Oh I’m sorry if my presence upsets you.” Melissa glared at her. “But if I wasn’t carrying his baby I wouldn’t be here.”

Grace’s heart nearly stopped and she glanced at Alex who looked as stunned as she felt.

“We had a lot of fun in Vegas, but now he needs to own up to his responsibilities. I’m having his kid.” A slow sardonic smile spread across Melissa’s face.

Grace felt ready to pass out. She held it in, but barely. “You’re lying.” She tried taking a step forward, feeling something squeeze her windpipe. But Alex stood firmly between them.

“No I’m not. That’s why I’m here to let him know. He won’t answer my calls.” She turned to Alex who looked ready to pass out himself. “It’s not something I want to leave in a voicemail or text you know? But I’ve been patient long enough. I’m sure you’ll let him know how wonderful it feels to be a daddy.”

“I don’t believe you,” Grace said, but she could barely hear her own words over the hum that had begun in her ears.

“He never told you? That surprises me. I always thought Sal would be the come-clean type of guy. Especially since he
did
insist on sending those texts to you that night, practically spelling out what we were doing. You know, just to unload his conscience a little. ”

Grace wanted nothing more than to slap the smirk off Melissa’s face. The rage she’d felt when she first walked out there ready to take Melissa head on, was now replaced with something that rendered it impossible for her to speak. She swallowed hard, angry at the hot tears that blurred her vision, satisfying Melissa. She’d accomplished what she obviously come here to do.

“I’ll let Sal know you were here and why,” Alex said. His voice sounded almost robotic to Grace, as if he too were having a hard time getting the words out. “You’ll hear from him for sure. But for now I think you should go.”

Grace turned around and hurried to the back room. She refused to fall apart in front of Melissa. She wouldn’t give her the pleasure but she could barely breathe by the time she closed the door behind her. Within seconds, the door opened and she spun around, feeling ready to hyperventilate. “Do you think it’s true?” She wiped the tears away but they kept coming.

“I don’t know, sweetheart.” His phone was already in his hand and he dialed.

“Don’t call me that!” She was furious. Furious that she’d been taken in by the entire family and their charm and now she felt her heart ripping apart.

“Sal,” Alex said, looking into her eyes as she waited, taking trembling breaths. “Melissa was just here. She said she’s pregnant—and she told Gracie it happened in Vegas.”

“Is it true? Ask him if it’s true!” Grace was beginning to feel hysterical. She’d trusted him completely. Believed every word he said when he explained about the texts that night. When he said he hadn’t spent time with her the day she showed up at his place. “Ask him!”

Alex handed her the phone. “He wants to talk to you.”

She took the phone. “Tell me it’s not true. Tell me you didn’t sleep with her.” The memory of her begging her grandmother to tell her it wasn’t true that her dad was dead assaulted her and she gasped.

She shoved the phone at Alex, nearly dropping it. She couldn’t breathe; she gasped, trying to catch her breath. “Are you okay, Grace?” Alex put his hand on her shoulder.

Finally, she felt a slow trickle of air enter her lungs as if it were coming in through a straw. But the pain she felt in her heart was brutal. Not even the deaths of her father and grandmother compared to this. Their losses, while devastating, weren’t a betrayal. They hadn’t knowingly done something that they knew would tear her heart out.

She grabbed her things out of the cabinet. Alex was talking but she couldn’t hear him—didn’t want to. All she could think of was running far, far away from the Morenos. All of them. She wanted nothing to do with any of this anymore. Her head was spinning. Somehow, she knew it all along. It was just too good to be true. Things like this just didn’t happen to girls like her and here was the agonizing proof. Grace didn’t even bother trying to wipe the tears that streamed down her face. It was useless; they wouldn’t stop now.

Grace pulled her phone out, ignoring everyone that asked the same question as she rushed through the restaurant. Alex ran after her and caught her just outside. “Gracie, please let me take you home.”

“Grace, he fucked up, okay? He was drunk. Doesn’t even remember. I
know
he wouldn’t willingly hurt you like this. But you guys can get through this.”

Yet another agonizing blow to take. Alex knew all along. She thought of how odd everyone had behaved at Sal’s house the day Melissa showed up. Were they
all
in on it? She glared at him. “Get through this! He’s having a baby with that bitch and…” It really sunk in. Her fairy tale future with the guy she was so hopelessly in love with was over. Just like that. “I’ll never get through this, Alex.
Never
.” She sobbed and tried walking around him and he attempted to stop her. “Let me go. I have a ride. I have to get out of here.”

She ignored Alex and dialed Joey, a tough feat with as much as her hands shook. She could barely speak when she asked him if he could pick her up. She knew he hadn’t understood much of what she said only that she needed to be picked up and he quickly agreed.

“Where’s he picking you up?”

“He’ll call when he’s close and I’ll let him know where I am. I need to walk.”

They walked silently for a few blocks. Then Alex finally spoke, “Gracie, alcohol is the devil. It fucks up so much shit. I only hope that you can forgive Sal—eventually. You really do mean everything to him.”

The fact that Alex knew everything all this time was utterly humiliating. She wanted nothing more than to be away from him—all of them.

She’d finally managed to stop crying and now she felt a boulder sized lump in her throat again. Her entire life was defined by one devastating event after another that changed everything. This was just another one. She only hoped that like all the other times she’d be able to survive this. Her phone rang and she let Joey know where she was.

Without responding to Alex or even acknowledging that she’d heard anything he said they continued to walk in defening silence until Joey pulled up next to them.

“Sal’s gonna come looking for you, Gracie. You know that,” Alex said as she reached for the car door. “I don’t want this to be goodbye.”

Grace refused to look at him.

He touched her arm but recoiled when she flinched. “Maybe not right away. Take all the time you want but your job will be waiting, no matter how long it takes… I’ll miss you.”

Sal banged the steering wheel. He should’ve told her before. He knew this was going to happen but the pregnancy—that came out of nowhere. Although the thought of there being no condom anywhere in the room had popped the idea in his mind a few times he didn’t think he could be that unlucky. Sure, he knew he fucked up, but he didn’t think it could it get any worse than it already was.

Traffic was the pits. Of course, he’d have to be clear across town when he got the call. After calling Alex back several times to no answer he’d called the restaurant and was told Alex had stepped outside with Grace. Apparently, he hadn’t taken his phone with him. Grace had obviously turned her phone off because his calls were going straight to voicemail. He left one saying he loved her and begged her to give him a chance to explain, but he didn’t her call back after that.

It would be a miracle if Grace was still there when he got back. His phone rang. Finally, Alex was returning his calls. “What happened?”

Sal gulped, the dreadfulness of this was sinking in. Grace was
gone
. “You let her take the bus?” He took a quick right nearly sideswiping someone.

“No. She insisted she’d get a ride so I walked with her a few blocks until her friend picked her up. Sal, how you gonna fix this?”

“I dunno. But I have to.” He really did. He couldn’t lose Grace. He just couldn’t.

He hung up with Alex and raced to Grace’s apartment building. He still didn’t know which one she lived in so he knocked on the first one he came to on the third floor. That much he knew. The older lady that answered either really didn’t know what apartment Grace lived or wasn’t willing to part with the information. He quickly knocked on the next one. No one answered. After banging on a few more doors, he finally got a man who pointed him to Grace’s apartment. Her mother answered in a robe. It was after noon and she looked like she’d just woke up. “Is Grace home?”