Secrets that Simmer (11 page)

"So are you still friends with anyone else other than Eric and Kyle?" she asked.

"Is that your way of asking if I had a girlfriend?" Tony asked with a sly smile on his face.

Actually, Maggie was curious about all of Tony's ex-girlfriends, not just the ones that he might have had at school. "You're thirty-five years old, and you're an attractive guy; it is kind of strange that you're not married yet."

“So you think I'm attractive?" he said, catching her off-handed comment and turning it back on her.

Maggie decided it was pointless to hide the fact that she was attracted to him. That secret had already been let out of bag at the benefit when she returned his kiss. "You're all right," she said while rolling her eyes.

"If you want to know the truth, it’s just a simple matter of having not found the right one yet," Tony said. He stretched out his long legs, and she wondered if he was eager to get to their destination. Traveling in confined spaces was probably difficult for him. "I work long hours, I travel all over the world for my job, and it isn't really conducive to having any kind of relationship."

"Have you really ever tried?" Maggie asked.

"Have you?" He turned the question back on her. She supposed she deserved that, digging into his life the way she was. She wanted to understand what made Tony tick. It was important to her, and it wasn't just because she was attracted to him on a physical level. If he had truly done that horrendous deed all those years ago, she needed something else to be able to justify the fact that she liked him. So far, he had proved to be nothing but a charming, affable host.

"I was engaged once; it was a long time ago," she finally said.

"What happened?" Tony asked.

"We were young, and it wasn't the right fit. I can see that now through the lens of maturity. There is something to be said for getting older," she said.

"Yeah, that fit is important. I'm not the type of guy to not do it right. And it goes beyond the fact that I am a shifter. When shifters mate, we mate for life. That was the way it's always been."

Maggie could appreciate that, and she liked the idea of a happy ever after. The cold reality was that often the journey of love ended in the destination of divorce.

She looked out the window, unwilling to say anything more of it. She looked at the clusters of trees as they drove past. It was starting to feel more and more isolated. "What else did you guys do here for fun?"

"I was on the football team with Eric. Kyle was in track and field. All three of us were on the basketball team, and we would've gone to state senior year if Eric hadn’t completely bombed it." He caught Maggie's amused expression. "If you ever really want to piss Eric off, ask him about the three-point shot in the regional finals. It's sure to get a reaction."

"I'm pretty sure I don't want to do anything ever to piss Eric off. From what I heard, people disappear after that," Maggie joked. She saw Tony's pained expression and realized the faux pas of her words. "I'm sorry, that was a really stupid thing to say."

"No, it's fine. It's something that we have to stop beating around the bush about, and I know what you meant. Eric is known for being a bit of asshole. He is a good guy underneath all of that bluster. He takes care of his family and his friends."

"It must be nice to have friends like that. You have brothers?"

"Two, both younger," Tony said. "Since I was the oldest, the old man always hoped I’d be the one to follow in his footsteps. Don’t get me wrong, where I ended up at the end of the day still looks good for him. But we were never close."

"I wasn’t that close with my parents either."

“Do they live near Copper City?”

"My father passed away right after I graduated from college. My mother worked herself to the bone after that, and she died a couple of years ago. I never had any siblings."

"I'm sorry," Tony said.

They settled into a comfortable silence. Then the first spire of St. Ignacious came into view, and Maggie's breath was taken away. It was as if they were approaching some kind of Gothic castle.

Maggie plastered her hands to the glass and studied the approaching building. It was clearly designed like a monstrous medieval castle. There were four turrets on each corner of the building. "How many students are here?"

"Give or take five hundred at any given time. There's just three grades now."

"So small and yet so big," she said.

"I’d tell you the whole history, but you’ll hear it at least a dozen times during the course of the time we’re here.”

The car pulled up in front of the school’s main entrance. Maggie saw it was a large stone archway that led into a courtyard past the wall. She looked at Tony with a look of chagrin. He smiled at her and gave her a small shrug. “I hope you like drafty, medieval castles. That was kind of what the place feels like.”

Maggie saw that there was a young man waiting outside on the sidewalk. He appeared to be waiting for them. The driver came around and opened the door. Tony exited first and then put his hand back to help her out as well. She hung back behind him, though, as the boy stepped closer to them. The boy held out his hand to Tony. “Mr. Atwood, we’re so glad you were able to join us for the festivities.”

Maggie remembered that Tony had mentioned they had a schedule. She wondered how long the boy had been standing there waiting for them to arrive.

“My name is Simon, and I’ll be your guide while you are here,” the boy said, introducing himself.

“It’s very nice to meet you Simon,” Tony’s voice was like warm butter warming her insides. Maggie thought how easy it was to listen to him. She saw that the boy had a slightly starstruck look on his face. She imagined that was what most people felt like when they met Tony. He was a kind of minor celebrity in his own right. “This is Ms. O’Hara, and she is my guest.”

“Pleasure, Ms. O’Hara,” Simon said, giving her a small bow. “Yes, your assistant called ahead to let us know to expect a plus one for you.”

Maggie rather liked the idea of being Tony’s plus one. Tony winked at her, and she scowled at him. Instead, she focused back on Simon and saw with a bit of amusement that he seemed to be checking some items off a list on his clipboard. It was all so formal.

“Mr. Atwood, you have a couple of choices as far as how you would like to spend the afternoon. There are activities going on in the courtyard for the alumni. You can also take a tour of the grounds if you would like. The last thing is a tour of the art gallery. We’ve acquired some new pieces that I think you would appreciate.”

Tony looked at Maggie with a questioning look. “It’s up to you. What would you like to do?”

She was flattered. Of course, she was just there on business, but there was something intriguing about finding out more about St. Ignacious and the man that it had created. “I think I’d like to do the tour of the grounds.” She figured that was the one option that seemed most likely to relate to what she was doing there in the first place. She didn’t want to give any indication that she might have an ulterior motive.

“Very good,” Simon said. He handed an itinerary to Tony. “You’re just in time. You can meet the rest of the tour group on the other side of the courtyard. They’ll be beginning in just a few minutes.”

“Thank, you Simon. I’ll look for you later,” Tony said.

Tony put his hand against the small of Maggie’s back and started to guide her through the archway. She tried looking everywhere at once. The area was just so grand, and it had an air of being much older than it was. She could understand why the rich and famous would want to send their children to this particular school. From what she had heard, it was notoriously difficult to get into, though. Someone had to be of the highest caliber in addition to being rich. She knew that spoke volumes about Tony that he had been accepted there.

“So how did this compare to the school you were at before?” she asked.

“The nice thing about St. Ignacious was there were others like me here. My other prep school wasn’t so friendly toward shifters,” Tony said. “That was despite all of the money my father threw at them; they still looked down their noses at those of our kind.”

Maggie wondered what it would be like to be discriminated against at every turn. She knew that the world was a long way from where it had been eighteen years ago, but they still had a ways to go. The work that the Urban Dwellers were doing along with Lukas Kasper was important for that reason.

It bothered her that she had inadvertently been building a reputation of being discriminatory toward shifters. It just happened to be that those were the cases that came her way. It didn’t mean that she sought them out. She needed to do something about that when she got home.

They approached the group across the courtyard. There were probably about a dozen people already standing there, milling about, waiting for the tour to begin. Tony looked completely at ease. Maggie saw several of the people in the tour group look at him and then begin to whisper. She hid her smile behind her hand.

“What are you laughing about?” Tony asked as he noticed her expression. He seemed to be completely oblivious to the fact that he’d set the entire crowd atwitter with his approach.

“This must be what it’s like for you every day that you don’t even notice,” Maggie said. “Doesn’t it get tiring always having people treat you like some kind of celebrity?”

Tony’s brow furrowed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“And That was the part that is so fascinating,” Maggie said. She wasn’t sure if he was being modest, or he really didn’t understand that his presence was like having a rock star in their midst.

Tony began to make his way around the group, introducing himself and Maggie. She hung back and watched him as he did so. It was so obvious that he had a political background, but she had to admit he played the role well. The women looked as if they were going to fall all over him, and the men looked at him with a grudging amount of respect.

She had no idea of how she would be able to tell which of the group were humans and which were shifters. She knew that St. Ignacious leaned toward a healthy population of shifters, but, over the years, it had become far more integrated with the human community as well. If someone went to St. Ignacious and got good grades, they could apply and practically be guaranteed a spot in any Ivy League college in the country.

She knew that Tony had attended Stanford after he had graduated from St. Ignacious. He had done his masters work there as well and then moved on to his MD from Harvard. He had the perfect pedigree. It was a far cry from her own. It wasn’t that Maggie hadn’t gotten good grades and hadn’t gotten into a decent college. But it wasn’t anything like the Ivy League college in the world where Tony came from. She simply hadn’t been able to afford it, and in fact, she was still paying her student loans on her degrees. She wouldn’t change her job for all the money in the world, though. She had been born to be a lawyer.

She saw another young man appear at the front of the crowd, and he clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention. As soon as everyone had quieted down, he began to speak. “Welcome, welcome everyone. My name is George Benault, and I am a senior here at St. Ignacious Preparatory. We are delighted to have you all here for homecoming. We welcome you, current students, parents, and alumni. Now we are going to take an abbreviated tour of the school grounds. It’ll last about an hour, and after that, you will be free to tour the rest of the grounds on your own if you wish. The homecoming rally, as I need to remind you, is at 6 o’clock tonight. This year, we will be taking on our rivals at Gracefield Private School. We have won our homecoming game for the last ten years running, and we hope to continue that tradition this year as well.”

A small roar went up among the crowd. Maggie couldn’t help but laugh. She was starting to feel the excitement of the school spirit. She saw Tony clapping, and he gave a small whoop as well. She liked this side of him. He was softer and more off guard with her now. These were the types of things that she had wanted to find out about him. They could save the detective work for later.

George began to lead them through the courtyard. As Tony had predicted, he went through the entire story of St. Ignacious’s history as he led them through the older part of the school buildings that had been built on the original foundation, and then a newer wing that had been added in the last fifteen years. This was the part that Tony seemed most interested in, likely because it had been added since his time at St. Ignacious.

St. Ignacious had been built in the 1930s originally as a sanatorium. That was the part that was most interesting to Maggie. So the school’s dormitory was originally the rooms for people who were suffering from tuberculosis. After the cure had been discovered, and that type of facility was no longer needed, it was rented out to the state of Virginia as a high school. It fell into disrepair, though, after it proved to be too far for most people in the local area to want to send their children. It was purchased in the 1950s by a couple of entrepreneurial young men who had a strong bent toward the Roman Catholic Church. They decided to name their new venture after the patron saint of learning, St. Ignacious. St. Ignacious Preparatory became a reality, and they catered to a much more exclusive crowd, and even then, the men recognized that it provided a place of safety needed for well-to-do shifter families. So it became a boarding school and a safe haven for shifters.