Picking Up the Pieces. Barbara Gale

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      “They would come after you?”

      “With all six barrels blasting.” Althea laughed bitterly. “Not that they would find anything. My life is so boring it would please a nun. But the answer is yes, they would come after me. All his life, Daniel has been groomed for big things, and now that he has become a power broker, they aren’t going to let anything or anyone spoil it, certainly not an ex-wife. They would look until they found something. Daniel would never know, of course, but a discreet word was dropped in my ear by the family’s attorney the day I signed the divorce papers. ‘Rumors, my dear, so easily begun, almost impossible to set right….’ Don’t I know it.”

      “My God. There’s a nasty setup, if ever I heard one. But the Althea Almott I used to know was a pretty tough lady. I can’t imagine you taking this lying down. Are you really so worried? The press adores you, if those nasty tabloids I never read are any indication. It’s you who can’t do anything wrong, not Daniel Boylan.”

      Althea was thoughtful. Her amber eyes, carefully shielded by her long lashes, refused to meet his. “I handled things all wrong.”

      Some things, in any case. Guilt by omission. Only, she would not share that part of her story. But from day one Daniel believed she had trapped him into marriage with the oldest trick in the book—a pregnancy. As if she’d needed to lower herself to that level. It had been the press that had started the rumor, and once begun, it could not be stopped. She had been used to rumors. Models, actors, anyone in the limelight, it was all the same, rumors were always a threat, Daniel should have known that from his own experience. Unfortunately, he seemed not to have thought things out, had mistaken her amusement for confirmation and, diplomat that he was, had never bothered to ask her outright if she was pregnant. Loving him, she had not bothered to deny it. When their marriage was quickly arranged by the Boylan family, she had sat back and let it happen. Okay, a big mistake, but her only one. She had gone along with the marriage because she thought he loved her. He hadn’t. It was over the moment he realized that she wasn’t pregnant. Courtesy stopped him from requesting a divorce, but his distaste for the situation became untenable. She stayed until she could no longer bear it. Learning that Daniel had not loved her was a wound that would take a long time to heal.

      Chapter Four

      Harry found himself at cross-purposes. He still harbored enormous anger at Althea for leaving him in the first place, but as she sat by his bedside day after day, making small talk, reading aloud to him, keeping his spirits up, his defenses began to weaken. Since she was now divorced, he didn’t have to feel guilty spending time with her. He just wasn’t sure he wanted to.

      It wasn’t as if he hadn’t had his heart broken in this lifetime. He’d had two serious—very serious—relationships since Althea, just not serious enough to make a commitment. As a matter of fact, he had met someone right after they broke up, a sweet little thing from Colombia, where he had hidden after their breakup. He still smiled when he recalled the delightful nights they spent on the beach, until her father got wind of their “friendship.” In fact, he had been willing to walk down the aisle with her, but she had balked at leaving South America. They were still in negotiations when Harry was felled by his first bout of malaria and headed back to the States. He traveled home alone and didn’t worry about returning. She didn’t seem to expect him back. In retrospect, he knew he was lucky, that it had been a rebound situation.

      Then, three years ago, while doing the college lecture circuit, he had hooked up with a rich college kid from Boston. A one-night stand that turned into a yearlong affair and ended in a fiasco. It seemed she’d forgotten to mention a boyfriend on a European tour.

      Now, as he lay in his hospital bed, his body might ache, he could barely keep his food down, and if he sat up too quickly, he was dizzy, but he knew he wasn’t entirely miserable. When Althea sat beside him, he was beguiled. She brought books and read quietly, while he drifted in and out of sleep. Another day she surprised him with a radio—he loathed television and refused to rent one. From that day forward, he was able to keep up with the news. She listened patiently when he disparaged the lousy hospital food, and showed up with fresh bread and clear soups. (When the nurses noticed the delicious smells, Althea arranged to have Chinese take-out delivered to their station.) They discussed her career, and his, the interesting turns they had taken professionally, the places they’d been, the people they had met.

      But Harry’s favorite thing was to watch how Althea’s eyes blazed when he teased her, and he did so every opportunity he got. He liked to watch her tamp down her exasperation when he tried her patience with the silliest demands. He also liked to catch her out, catch her staring when she thought he was sleeping. At such moments he wondered what she was thinking, but he never dared to ask. Other times he pretended to sleep because then she would sit beside him and stroke his brow.

      “You seem so rough around the edges,” she said one day, while she was combing back his freshly washed hair.

      “No evidence of a leavening feminine hand?” he said, his voice ironic.

      “Your clothes at the airport… You could use a haircut,” she admitted.

      “Tell me the truth,” he said, sharing her smile, “do you ever have a bad day? Last fall I saw you on the cover of Ebony, and I remember wishing I had taken the picture, you looked so beautiful. Then I saw the inside layout, you and your husband hanging out at the embassy—you know, one of those a-day-in-the-life sort of articles—and I was glad I hadn’t. Don’t get me wrong, I have nothing against the ambassador—I don’t even know him, just what I read in the papers—I was just glad I hadn’t been there, that’s all. All that connubial bliss would have made me, um, queasy.”

      “Well, let that be a lesson,” Althea said with a short laugh, “not to believe everything you read.” But before he could question her curious remark, she smoothly changed the subject. “Hey, I’m not the only one who’s famous. Have I said how many times I’ve run across your byline? Harry Bensen Sweeps Himalayas. Harry Uncovers Hidden Ruins of Hammurabi. Bensen Photographs Yangtze River. You’re as much an explorer as photographer. I went to one of your exhibits, you know, the one you had in Paris last fall.”

      “I wish I’d known. On second thought, I’m glad I didn’t,” Harry decided. “I would have been nervous wondering what you thought of my work.”

      “Fame can be a burden,” she said with a stilted laugh.

      Harry was doubtful. “Are you so burdened, Althea? Too pretty, too rich, too many houses?”

      Althea looked down at Harry’s hands, long, pale fingers sprinkled with blond hair, handsome hands that had given her body its first lesson in love. But the choices they’d made, that she had made the decade before, were still being played out. If she had regrets, and she had terrible regrets, she would keep them to herself. “Let me be, Harry,” she said quietly. “Don’t ask me any questions, and I won’t ask you mine.”

      They never got personal again, and they never talked about their past together. Harry would have—it was always a word away from his lips—but Althea’s message was clear, and he sensed that one wrong word and she might be out the door, a gamble he didn’t want to take.

      And he would have touched her—oh, countless times he would have liked to reach out—but his hand always stilled. He would not make the same mistake twice. Her ex-husband, Daniel, was nothing, a year out of Althea’s life, a mistake. But wasn’t he, too? That’s what Harry kept telling himself, the long hours he lay in his hospital bed, up to the very moment he was informed that he could leave the hospital four days later. Very nearly what Althea told herself, СКАЧАТЬ