15. Tuesday
Gram called to take Anne to lunch on Tuesday. “Time for another emergency meeting.”
“Everything’s an emergency for you, Gram.”
“That’s because I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be alive. I’ve got to get things done as quickly as possible.”
She laughed. “Okay, what’s the emergency this time?”
“This time the emergency is you.”
“Me?”
“Yes, I’ve decided it’s time you married again.”
“But Gram, I’m fine alone. I’ve already had the love of my life—ten wonderful years. And I’ve been fine for fifteen years without anyone. You should understand. You’re just like me. You’re single and happy and independent.”
“I have Steven to take care of me. And who knows, I may not stay single for the rest of my life.”
“What?” Was Gram contemplating marriage at the age of ninety-five?
“But we’re here to talk about you. You’re always taking care of other people. You’re taking care of your dad and your girls. You have to take care of my Steven at work. And now you’re taking care of Henri even though he’s in France. Anyway, my point is you take care of everyone else, and there’s no one to take care of you.”
“I have my family—”
“Pish-posh. Your family doesn’t live here. And your girls are grown. They have their own lives. They’ll probably be married soon.”
“My dad is kind of a wanderer. He never lives in the same place very long. But he always comes when I need him.”
“But you need someone to take care of you every day. You need a husband. And I intend to find one for you.” Gram crossed her arms, and Anne knew she had a battle on her hands.
“Gram, I have plenty of people here who care about me. There’s George and May, Rayna and Antonio, Katie, Ellen, Sam, and you. And Mr. Hamilton has been very sweet to me as well.”
“And Steven?”
Her face and neck grew hot. “Mr. Gherring has been very helpful and encouraging.”
“You don’t need encouragement—you need a husband.”
“Gram, I don’t think you—”
“Don’t worry, dear. I’ll be very discreet.”
Anne sighed in defeat. “Fine, Gram. I’ll keep you informed if anything happens on that front.”
“That’ll be your part, and I’ll do mine.”
“And what was that you said about you not staying single? Are you planning to get married again?”
“It’s always a possibility,” she said evasively. “Or… maybe we’ll just live together in sin.”
* * *
“Ms. Best,”said Steven, sticking his head out of his office door. “Would you double-check my tux is being delivered to the apartment tonight?”
“It’s that kind of benefit? Mr. Gherring, I’m not sure Ellen owns an appropriate dress for a formal event.”
“She does now. I bought her one.”
“I see.” Anne’s stomach churned. How could she be jealous of Ellen when she’d set her up with Steven in the first place? “And what time do you need the tux?”
“The dinner’s at seven, so five o’clock is fine. Thanks. Oh, and Ms. Best?”
“Yes sir, Mr. Gherring?”
“I want to apologize for getting so angry about lunch yesterday. I’m really glad you introduced me to Ellen.”
“You’re welcome, Mr. Gherring. I’m really happy for you.” Her words should have been true. Perhaps if she repeated them with enough determination, she’d believe them.
* * *
The rest of the afternoon,Anne worked alone at her desk. Every time she thought about Steven and Ellen together, she had a queasy feeling in her stomach. By the end of the day, her body felt drained. Standing to stretch her tired muscles, she heard her cell phone ring.
“Johanna, why are you calling me? Especially at this time? Isn’t it pretty late at night in Germany? Is something wrong?”
Johanna laughed. “If you slow down for a moment, I will actually answer you. Surprise! We are here in New York. We just got in town. I talked Alexander into bringing me to see the Christmas tree at the Rockefeller Center. Would you like to come with us? They are lighting it tonight.”
Her fatigue vanished. “I’d love to go—I’m so excited. And I can’t wait to see you and talk to you. To tell you the truth, I was feeling a little glum before you called. And I’ve never even seen the Rockefeller Christmas Tree.”
“I am so pleased. You can come and eat with us, as well. Do not dress up. Just dress warmly.” She hesitated and then added, “Feel free to invite someone along. Mr. Gherring, perhaps?”
“He’s busy tonight. He’s going to a benefit dinner. It’ll probably just be me. Is that okay?”
“Absolutely, dear. It is you I wanted to see. Alexander can talk business another day.”
Anne was practically floating as she walked toward the elevator. There were several other employees leaving at the same time, and all of them greeted her cordially. No one was acting awkward, so she felt relieved. Perhaps everyone had forgotten the rumor about her and Steven. Just as the door was about to close, Steven came running to the elevator and slipped inside. At his appearance, the elevator became stiflingly quiet.
He turned to Anne. “What are your plans for the evening, Ms. Best?”
“I’m going to see the Christmas tree lighting ceremony at the Rockefeller Center.” She couldn’t hide her growing excitement. “I’ve never been before. I mean, I’ve never even seen the Rockefeller Christmas tree.”
“You’re going by yourself?”
“I’m going with Johanna and Alexander. They just flew in from Germany.”
“That’s nice. Sounds like you’ll have a good time. I’m glad you won’t be sitting at home alone.” His voice sounded as though that’s exactly what he wished would happen. Was he jealous of Johanna and Alexander?
“I think they would have invited you as well, sir. Except you have that important benefit dinner tonight.” She added, “With Ellen.”
“Right. We’ll have a fabulous time, I’m sure. Please give my regards to the Kleins.”
“I will, I promise.” At his glum expression she added, “Johanna mentioned something about Alexander wanting to talk business. You should call him tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Ms. Best.” Everyone else in the elevator remained quiet. They all seemed to be listening to their exchange. Surely once this conversation spread around Gherring Inc. it would quell all the rumors about their relationship.
* * *
Anne was waitingin the lobby for Johanna when Steven came downstairs in his tux. Her heart leaped in her chest. He was achingly handsome in a tuxedo. For a moment, she tried to decide whether he was more handsome in a tuxedo or in a towel. But the pounding of her heart reminded her this was a dangerous thought pattern.
“You look very sharp, Mr. Gherring,” she said sincerely. “I hope you have a good time tonight. You know, I’m really glad you’re keeping an open mind about this. Ellen could be the one.” She wondered at the way her heart clenched when she said those words.
“And that would make you happy? You’d be happy if I was with Ellen?”
“I really, truly just want you to be happy. Whatever it takes. That’ll make me happy. So yes, I’d be happy if you and Ellen were together, if she’s the one who can do that for you.”
“And it wouldn’t bother you?”
“I’m the one who wanted the two of you to date, right?”
“That’s right. You’re the one who wanted it.” He tightened his lips, closing his eyes for a moment. “Have fun at the Christmas tree lighting.”
“I will—I can’t wait. Just imagine, a bazillion lights coming on all at once. I’ve seen it on TV, but never in person. I’m going to take a video on my phone and send it to Charlie and Emily. They’ll be so jealous. And the weather is perfect. It’s going to be so beautiful.”
Steven smiled a bit dejectedly. “I wish I could be there to see it.”
“Surely you’ve seen it plenty of times. It wouldn’t be exciting for you.”
“No,” he said. “I wish I could be there to see you see it for the first time.”
* * *
“Oh!”Anne cried with thousands of others as the huge Christmas tree sprung to life with over thirty thousand lights. She joined in the cheers and clapping, forgetting she was taking a phone video as she jumped up and down with glee. Johanna and Alexander seemed to enjoy watching Anne as much as the tree. They stayed for thirty minutes until the show was over and the crowds began to disperse.
“Will you take my picture with the tree in the background? I want to prove I was actually here.”
Alexander snapped several pictures of Anne and Johanna together with the glowing tree in the background. Then they walked a block away to their dinner reservation. Anne was engrossed in the stories of Johanna’s grandchildren—a set of twin boys, aged three, and a one-year-old girl. She totally forgot about Steven and Ellen on their inaugural date. Two glasses of wine also contributed to her relaxation. But over dessert, Johanna asked a few probing questions about her love life.
“How is Henri? Are you two still an item? And most importantly, are there sparks?”
Anne hesitated. “I know I emailed you about my dad’s accident and me not getting to go to Paris.”
“Yes, and you told me your father is expected to make a full recovery. I am so glad.” She reached out to touch Anne’s hand. “Did things not go well with your father?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just that… I didn’t go to Paris. And now, something is different between Henri and me. He’s coming here this weekend. I guess I don’t feel those sparks with him. But then I think maybe I would if we spent time together. He’s incredibly good-looking.” She glanced up at Alexander. “I’m sorry to put you through this. Your wife is a good counselor.”
He laughed. “I am accustomed to this. Back home, Johanna is die Liebe Arzt—the ‘Love Doctor.’”
“But what were you going to say?” urged Johanna.
“I just feel like Henri and I will never be anything but friends. But I don’t want to tell him that right now, not when he’s dealing with his niece who has cancer.”
“I don’t think you mentioned that. How terrible! His niece?”
“Yes. His sister and her two kids live with him, so he’s practically her father instead of her uncle. And she’s only seven.”
“And they just found out? About the cancer?”
“Yes. So you see why he needs me right now?”
“He is coming this weekend, and you will see him in person? Right? If the sparks are not there, you must tell him the truth. He needs the sparks as much as you.”
“You’re probably right,” she agreed, but she felt like a heel. She couldn’t break his heart at a time like this.
“But you have not told me about Steven Gherring.”
“What about him?” Blood rushed to her face, and she concentrated on her plate.
“The last time I was here, I told you I thought he might be attracted to you. It was the way he looked at you when you were dancing together. Was I right?”
Anne could feel her pulse in her temples. “No… I mean… it depends on what you mean by attracted. He… he—”
“Yes, I see.”
“You see what?”
“With Steven Gherring, there are sparks,” she said with a smug smile.
“Not the kind of sparks that mean anything. He may have kissed me, but he’s the world’s richest playboy. He’s kissed plenty of women.”
“I see.”
“And tonight, for instance, I set him up on a date with one of my friends. And he really likes her. Would I do that if I was in love with Steven Gherring?”
“Interesting leap you made. I asked if there were sparks. I did not ask if you were in love with Steven Gherring.” She chuckled at Anne’s gasp. “But I do not know why you would set him up with your friend. Why did you do that?”
“Because… because he needs someone who’ll love him and take care of him. Someone he can start a family with. He deserves the kind of love I had with Tom. I want that for him.”
“I see.” Johanna smiled.
“You see what?” Anne demanded.
“I just see. That is enough.” She patted Anne’s hand. “Do not worry, we will talk again. Alexander and I will be here for several days.”
* * *
Rayna greetedAnne when she came in. “Where’ve you been?”
“I went to see the Christmas tree lighting ceremony at Rockefeller. It was amazing.”
“Were you on a date?”
“Hardly,” laughed Anne. “I was just the third wheel—I went with a couple that are visiting from Germany.”
“Sounds fun.”
Anne asked casually, “Did you see Mr. Gherring? I mean, has he come back from his benefit dinner?”
“Sure. He’s been back for an hour.”
“Did he look like he was happy? Like he had a good time? Or was he in a bad mood?”
“I don’t know. He’s so serious all the time. I think he’s always in a bad mood.”
“He’s not like that, really. He’s really fun and witty, if you get to know him.”
“Okay, honey, no offense. He’s kind of my boss, since Gherring Inc. owns this building. So I’m a little afraid of him.”
“I’ll admit he’s a little intimidating.” Anne covered her mouth as a huge yawn escaped. “I’m beat. I’m headed up to bed. Goodnight, Rayna.”
* * *
Anne had just openedher apartment door when her cell phone rang. It was Steven, and he never called late at night.
“Hello? Mr. Gherring?”
“Anne, I’m sorry to impose. Are you already asleep?”
“No, I just walked in the door. What did you need?”
“I really need to check something at the office, and I can’t get my laptop to turn on. Would you mind bringing yours upstairs for just a minute?”
“Sure, I’ll be right there.”
Anne threw her coat and gloves off and grabbed her laptop, heading for the penthouse apartment. She knocked on the door and Steven opened it immediately, blocking the doorway. He was still in his tuxedo pants, but his tie was off and his shirt was unbuttoned, hanging open. His chest was almost more appealing when only partially exposed, like a teasing entreaty. She had an insane urge to put out her hand and feel those firm muscles. She felt that familiar tingle as his fingertips brushed against hers when he took the laptop from her hands. He opened it and made the connection to the office computer, pulling up his daily schedule.
He muttered something about checking his schedule for the next day. “That’s good. I don’t have anything scheduled during lunch.”
“I could’ve told you that. I almost never schedule anything during your lunch. It’s too important for you to eat well.”
Steven turned around and took a few steps inside. “Good news, Ellen. I’m open for lunch tomorrow.”
Anne’s eyes followed Steven”s. They stopped when they fell on Ellen, sitting on Steven”s soft leather sofa with a glass of red wine in her hand. Her expression, as she returned Anne’s gaze, was incredibly awkward.
Anne’s eyes took in the atmosphere. Ellen’s bare feet, her sexy dress, the wine, Steven’s open shirt, and soft music on the stereo. With something the size of a boulder wedged in her throat, Anne turned around slowly and walked away. Steven”s voice called after her, but she kept going. Eyes watering, she bypassed the elevator and took the stairs, the sound of each step echoing in the stairwell like the emptiness of her heart.
Steven and Ellen are together, just like I planned. Why am I not excited?
In a daze, she got ready for bed, but lay awake, the scene with Ellen and Steven playing over and over in her mind.
When did I start thinking of him as Steven, instead of Mr. Gherring?
She knew in her head that Ellen would be able to make him happy in ways that she couldn’t, like the possibility they could have children together. And Anne had been responsible for introducing them in the first place. So she needed to get her head straight and stop feeling sorry for herself, wishing for something that could never be.
It’s the best possible outcome for both of them. I’m going to be happy about it. I have to be.