No Knight Needed (29 page)

“Then stay,” she blurted out.

He froze, but hope flared in his eyes. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m already broken inside.” She touched his whiskered jaw and saw her hand was trembling.

Anger flashed in his eyes. “You’re not broken—”

“I am.” She placed her finger over his lips. “If you leave now, or in a week, it won’t change that you’ve touched my heart.” She swallowed and took a deep breath. “I would rather have you for a week than a day.”

“Clare—”

She put his hand over her heart. “Can you feel this?”

His eyes darkened. “Your heart is beating.”

“Yes, it is. And it hurts every time it beats. It didn’t hurt before you.”

He swore and pulled his hand away. “That’s why I should leave—”

“That’s why I want you to stay.”

He shook his head. “That doesn’t make sense. I don’t understand.”

“I don’t either. Not really. But I know that it is what needs to happen.” She put his hand back on her heart and snuggled closer to him. “My heart aches at the thought of you leaving before you have to. You’re supposed to stay. You’re not finished here yet.”

He lightly tapped his fingers on her chest. “I have a mission?” he said thoughtfully.

“I think you do.”

His gaze met hers. “To save the cupcake queen from her own demise?”

Clare managed a small smile. “Something like that, I think.”

“Huh.” Griffin rubbed his jaw. “How will we know when I’m done?”

“I think we’ll just know.”

Griffin blew out his breath. “Are you sure about this, Clare? I don’t want to hurt you anymore than you’ve already been hurt.” He studied her face. “It’s important to me that you’re okay.”

At his words, something swelled in her heart, a warmth that started to fill the vast emptiness inside her. And she knew what his job was. His role was to make her heart beat again, until she could do it on her own. As terrible as it felt right now, it was better to have each heartbeat send pain cascading through her than to be dead inside like she had been for so long. She nodded. “Yes, I’m sure. I want you to stay until you have to return to Boston.”

He searched her face, and finally he nodded. “I’ll honor you every moment, I promise,” he said seriously.

“I know you will.” She sagged back into the pillow, too exhausted to hold herself up now that she knew he was staying. Now that she knew she could trust him to take care of her. She didn’t have to do it herself anymore. Not right now. For right now, for the next day or two or three, she could lean on him.

He rubbed his thumb under her eye. “You look exhausted.”

“I am.” Her body felt so weak she was sure she would fall if she tried to stand. “Two hours of violent sobbing will do that to a woman, I guess.”

He kissed her lightly, then snuggled her against him. “Go to sleep. I’ll hold you.”

Clare closed her eyes and let herself subside into the strength of his body. “You’ll be here when I wake up?”

“I’ll be here.”

She yawned as sleep started to claim her, offering her peace in his arms. “Promise?”

He tightened his arms around her. “Promise.”

* * *

Griffin knew the moment Clare fell asleep. Her breathing deepened, and her body seemed to finally release all the tension she’d been holding. She melted into him, completely entrusting herself to him with no reservations and no resistance.

He lightly rubbed her lower back while he listened to the sound of her breathing. Her skin was so soft beneath his hand. She was so vulnerable yet admirably strong. He kissed her head, smiling at the fragrance of spring and woman drifting around them. He would forever think of her when he smelled a flower, or stood outside on a wet, spring day and breathed in the freshness of the earth.

A bird chirped, and he turned his head. Two birds were sitting on a tree branch outside the window. Little brown sparrows. One of them had a stick in its mouth, and it flew up to a crook in the tree. As he watched, they began to carry more twigs. Some of the sticks were huge, bigger than he would have thought the tiny birds could manage.

He smiled, pulling Clare closer against him. He couldn’t believe how content he felt. Here it was, almost nine o’clock on a workday, and he was lounging in bed, completely at peace. He felt no urge to set Clare aside and head off to his computer. He was actually watching birds and finding them interesting. He almost laughed just thinking about it. Birds. Really.

He couldn’t remember ever sitting still for this long without getting antsy. He thought back to the night he’d been waiting for Norm, and how impatient he’d been when Norm had told him to take the time to look at the stars.

He grinned. Someday, maybe he’d take Clare out in her backyard and look at the stars with her. Maybe take a bottle of nice wine from his wine closet, a soft blanket and—

His phone rang, a loud shrill in the peace of the moment. He grimaced as Clare mumbled in her sleep, and he leaned over the edge of the bed to snag the phone out of his sweatpants pocket from where they were lying on the floor after he’d tossed them, needing to feel Clare’s skin against his again. He pulled it free and silenced the call from Phillip.

Scowling, Griffin set the phone on the nightstand as he repositioned himself around Clare. Screw Phillip. He didn’t want to deal with that right now. He wanted to be here right now. With Clare. Giving her the comfort—

The phone rang again, and Griffin lunged for it, cutting off the ring before it could wake her up. “What?” he said as he slid out from under Clare and walked into the bathroom. “What’s so important?” He made sure Clare was still sleeping, then quietly shut the door behind him.

“We’re in, Griffin! We’re in!” Phillip’s voice was shrill with excitement, and he sounded out of breath.

“In where?” Griffin tried to keep his voice low, not wanting to wake Clare.

“In Your Face! When our lawyer told the owners that we were interested, they got really excited. Apparently, their kids wear Free Love Slippers all the time, and when they realized that we were the same crew, they wanted to meet with us.”

Griffin leaned against the sink. “When?”

“Today. Can you be here by one o’clock?”

“In Boston?” Griffin looked around the pale blue bathroom with its footed tub and its antique mirror. Boston seemed so far away from where he was. It felt almost surreal, being yanked from Clare’s bed into the world of fashion and high-stakes negotiation.

“Yeah, in our offices. This is big, Griff. I think if they like us, they’re going to be willing to take a lower price just so it can go to us. You’re our dealmaker. I need you here.”

“By one o’clock?” Griffin ran his hand through his hair as he tried to focus. His mind felt sluggish, still back in the bedroom with Clare, wrung out by all the emotions he’d experienced during her tears. “That’s only four hours from now.”

“It’s a three and a half hour drive. What’s going on? You bailing on me for a bunch of pine cones?”

“No, no. Of course not.” Griffin turned on the water and splashed some over his face. “I’ll be there by one.”

“Great. Call me when you’re on your way, and we’ll talk strategy.” Phillip hung up without another word.

Griffin leaned his phone against his chest for a moment, trying to regroup. He’d been so immersed in Clare he’d literally forgotten about In Your Face, which he never did. The fact he’d blown off work so completely was more than a little unsettling.

And even now, with the possibility of a deal looming, he didn’t want to leave her. He’d promised he’d be there when she woke up. But he had to go work the negotiation, and there was no way to be in two places at the same time.

Griffin quietly opened the bathroom door and leaned on the door frame. Clare was still asleep, and she was facing him. Her face was pale, and there were tear streaks on her cheeks. Her hands were tucked underneath her chin, and she’d curled her knees up to her belly.

She looked tiny and vulnerable in her big bed.

Griffin forced himself to look away, steeling himself against the need to crawl back into bed with her. He had to go. He had to take care of this deal. It was what he’d been angling for. In Your Face was his ticket to everything he wanted. He couldn’t leave it to Phillip to win the owners over. His partner was a great businessman, but he wasn’t always the most charming guy on the block, even when he was trying.

If they were going to win this deal, Griffin had to be there.

He looked at Clare again, debating whether to wake her up and tell her he was leaving. He had to. He’d made a promise to be there when she woke up, and he couldn’t go back on his word. He walked over to the bed and crouched beside her so his face was level with hers. “Clare,” he said softly.

She didn’t move.

He touched her tousled hair. “Clare,” he said again.

Still no response, except the deep breathing of a woman who was exhausted.

He’d kept her up all night, and she’d had a rough morning. She needed her sleep. Hell, maybe she’d sleep all day and he could make it back before she woke up. Griffin swore under his breath, unable to make himself deprive Clare of the peace she’d finally found.

Griffin opened her nightstand and found a pen and a scrap of paper. He paused for a moment to think, then scribbled a quick note. He propped it up carefully against her lamp, wedging it in place with a jar of lavender scented face cream to make sure it wouldn’t fall to the floor before she could see it.

He rested his forehead against hers. “I’ll be back tonight,” he whispered. “Wait for me.”

Then he kissed her lightly, grabbed his clothes and headed out the door.

Clare woke up in a panic. Her heart was racing, her mind was screaming and her hands were shaking. She bolted upright in bed, terror seizing her chest. She looked frantically around, trying to find the cause of her fear, but she was in her room. The sunlight was streaming in, making the faded bedroom look worn and tired. Everything was okay.

She flopped back in bed, pressing her hands to her chest as she tried to calm down. For years after Ed had died, she’d awoken with panic attacks, terrified that she’d forgotten to do something important, like bring her baby home from the grocery store, turn off the oven or pay a bill, but it had been a long time since she’d had one.

What had brought it on now? She tried to think of what she’d forgotten. The fight with Katie this morning. Telling Griffin about Ed— “Griffin!” She sat up again and looked around the room. The bathroom door was open, and she could see no one was in there.

He’d left? He couldn’t have left. He’d promised—

She lunged to the side of the bed to check the floor. His shoes were gone. “Oh, no.” She tumbled out of bed and ran to the window. His truck wasn’t in the driveway.

“Oh, God.” She stumbled backward, numb with shock. He’d left? He’d really left? Despite his promise?

No, he couldn’t have. He had to be there. She’d trusted him!

She turned and raced down the hall. She threw open the door to his bedroom and ran inside. “Griffin!”

He wasn’t there.

His computer wasn’t on the desk.

He was gone.

Her legs started to shake, and she grabbed the dresser. The room started to spin. Tears welled up. Panic constricted her lungs. Alone. She was alone. Not again. She couldn’t do this again. Her dad had died. Ed had left. And Griffin. He’d promised—

She suddenly saw a pair of black socks sticking out of the top drawer. She grabbed the knobs and yanked it open.

It was filled with his clothes. Silk boxers. Socks. Tee shirts. “Oh, God.” Numbly, she sank down onto the bed, staring at the dresser. He was coming back.
He was coming back.

Relief shuddered through her, and she pressed her face to her palms as the terror faded. But she was still shaking. Her legs felt like jelly. Her throat hurt. Her chest was shuddering.

What in heaven’s name was wrong with her? A total freak out that he’d left? Of course he was leaving. She knew that.

But he’d promised he’d be there when she woke up. No one had ever promised her that, and she had never trusted anyone so completely. And he’d left.

Clare lifted her head and stared at herself in the mirror over the bureau. God, how terrified she looked. Ashen. Her lips almost bloodless. Her eyes strained. All because she’d woken up alone?

“That’s not good,” she told the wreck of a woman in the mirror. “You need to be stronger than that.”

It was a good lesson. A reminder. She couldn’t become dependent on Griffin. She couldn’t need him this much. She had to get back in control. Now.

Clare smoothed her hair back from her face and lifted her chin. “I’m just fine,” she told the mirror.

Then she stood up, carefully closed the dresser drawer and walked down the hallway back to her room with far more dignity than her frenzied run a minute ago. So, Griffin hadn’t stayed with her until she woke up. She could handle that, right? Of course right.

She strode across the room toward her bathroom, averting her gaze from the rumpled bed that had been the site of so much loving and passion and—

She noticed a scrap of pink paper propped up on her nightstand. Hope raced through her, but she forced herself not to reach for it. “It doesn’t matter if he left me a note. I don’t need anything from him. I’m fine.”

She took three more deep breaths, and only when her breathing was no longer shaky and tremulous did she finally allow herself to pick up the note.

The paper was folded in half, and on the outside was a heart.

Her chest tightened. A heart? Really? That was so sweet—

No, she had to be strong. She didn’t need a heart from anyone.

She steeled herself against the soft emotion that wanted to rise to the surface, and she opened the paper. The first thing she saw was Griffin’s name at the bottom, and relief rushed through her. The note really was from him. He hadn’t left her without a word.

Clare sat down on the bed, tucked her feet under her and got comfortable. Then she opened it back up.

“My sweet Clare. I got called to an emergency meeting in Boston. I’m so sorry not to be there when you wake up. I’ll make it up to you tonight. Dinner at 8:30 at the Finch Grill? Last night was incredible. I’ll be thinking of you all day. Have a great one. -Griffin”