Chapter 33
THIRTY-THREE
Jada
“This looks great,” Cane said, flashing the server a brilliant smile. He looked devastatingly handsome as usual. “Thank you.”
The server flushed and glanced quickly at me as if to apologize for being charmed by my man. I smiled back at her, telling her it was okay. I understood. Females just didn’t have a chance around him.
My father always said you could tell someone’s true nature by how they treated waiters and bellboys. If that was true, Cane was a keeper.
The only problem with that was that he wasn’t around much lately to keep.
Maybe I just got used to being with him so much…
Since the night he canceled our dinner plans, he had been very hit or miss. Some days I would see him as he crawled into bed with me, some days I would just get a phone call at some point in the day, and even when he was with me, he seemed so preoccupied. So distant.
“It’s just work, beautiful girl,” he’d say when I asked him what was going on.
But the parallels between this behavior and Decker’s were more aligned than even I cared to admit: a busier work schedule, an evasive attitude, spontaneous calls that make him leave, and a preoccupation when he was with me that worried me more than anything.
“This is almost too pretty to eat,” I said, appreciating the pasta dish set in front of me. It was a gorgeous mixture of colors and textures and smelled divine, like oregano and garlic and Italian goodness. “Almost.” I laughed. “Have you been here before?”
I looked around the Italian restaurant nestled in the back side of an industrial complex. It was really busy. Always a sign of a good business.
“Yeah, I come here sometimes,” he said. “I come here for lunch a lot, actually. I hate fast food.”
I thought back, scanning through my memories, trying to think of him eating something from a paper bag. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you eat fast food, come to think of it.”
“I never do. You don’t know what’s in it or who made it.”
“You don’t know that here, either,” I pointed out, sticking a forkful of pasta into my mouth.
He thought for a moment. “That’s true on some level, I suppose. But the food here looks like real food. Look at the chicken in your pasta. That’s easily identifiable as a piece of chicken.”
“Just stop talking now because sometimes I crave a fast-food burger.”
He shook his head as he cut into his steak. “There are some things I will never understand about you.” He raised his eyebrows as he slid a piece of meat between his lips.
“Oh, really? Like what?”
“Like why your phone is always almost dead. Why you listen to shit music. Why you eat food that isn’t even food.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I wrapped pasta around my fork and took another mouthful. It was even better than it smelled. The flavors of the tomatoes and mozzarella married perfectly inside my mouth. I closed my eyes and smiled.
“You’re ridiculous.” Cane laughed, watching me. “I don’t know what I even see in you.” He winked.
“Then you must be blind.” I gave him a sideways glance. “You’re lucky I put up with you.”
Cane cut another piece of steak, his face losing the playfulness. He studied his plate intently, pressing his lips into a thin line. “There’s a lot of truth to that.”
“This place reminds me of what I think Rome would be like.” I looked around the room, trying to change the conversation. “I’ve always wanted to go there. So much history. So much food.”
His eyes lit up. He wiped his mouth with a linen napkin. “Rome? That’s where you would go if you could go anywhere in the world?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I think so. Maybe Australia. I hear Bondi Beach is pretty amazing.”
“I’ve never heard of it, but I’ll be sure to google that when I get home.” The corner of his mouth upturned and I felt relieved.
I sat back in my chair, letting my foot trail up the inside of his leg. “If you could go anywhere, where would you go?”
He looked at me thoughtfully for a moment. “Machu Picchu,” he said simply.
“Yeah, that would be amazing,” I said dreamily. “What’s your favorite color?”
He laughed. “What is this? Twenty questions?”
“I don’t know. I just want to know the little things about you.” I shrugged. “We never seem to get around to those.”
“Well, it used to be blue, I guess, until I saw you in that orange dress.”
“If I wore the orange dress more, would I get to see you more?”
Cane set his fork down on his plate with a sigh. “I know I haven’t been around a lot, but I’ve just had a bunch of things I have to take care of. It sucks for me, too. But I can’t help it right now.”
“I know. I just miss you. I got spoiled seeing you every day there for a while. It must have been the honeymoon stage of our relationship.”
“Don’t act like that.” He grabbed my hand, stroking my palm.
“I’m sorry.” I watched my hand in his; it felt so small, so delicate yet so protected by his strength. He closed his hand on mine, enveloping the entire thing in his palm. He held it firmly, yet with such reverence that it took my breath away.
He lifted my hand to his mouth and kissed it lightly. “Soon. Things will be back to normal soon, okay?”
“Soon,” I whispered, exchanging an intimate smile with him.
We finished our meal in comfortable silence, exchanging comments here and there, but generally just enjoying being together. Time flew by as it always did with Cane and, before I knew it, the server was taking away our dishes.
“I’m going to go to the ladies’ room real fast, okay?” I asked, grabbing my purse from the chair next to me.
“Do you want dessert?” He sat back in his chair and checked his watch.
“Seriously? Where would I put it?” I felt slightly uncomfortable with the amount of food I had eaten.
“Good. I’m ready to get going and eat my dessert at home, if you know what I mean.”
“Let’s just go now,” I said, my cheeks heating and my panties dampening.
He laughed. “I have to wait on the check, anyway, so go do what you have to do.”
I stood, kissed him on the cheek, and made my way through the restaurant. Once inside the ladies’ room, I washed my hands and checked my makeup, applying more lip gloss.
I hope it doesn’t take Cane very long to remove this gloss.
I smiled to myself in the mirror before walking back into the restaurant. I made my way to our table and saw another woman approaching it from the other side. Cane didn’t seem to notice her coming toward him, but I slowed my steps, watching the blonde.
She said something and caught his attention. He tensed, even though he seemed nonchalant. I knew him well enough to pick up on his idiosyncrasies. The woman was smiling and giggling and when she touched Cane’s shoulder, I saw red.
Who in the hell is this?
I picked up my pace and walked to my seat, the woman’s voice, laced with a fake sweetness, eating at me. “I’m back,” I said, plastering on a fake smile as I pulled out my chair.
Cane’s eyes jumped to mine as I sat down. When our eyes met, he winked, and I relaxed a little as I turned my gaze back to the woman standing at his side.
“Nicole,” he said, sitting upright and turning to face her. “Please meet my girlfriend, Jada. Baby,” he said, twisting toward me and smiling, “this is Nicole.”
My heart swelled with the introduction, and I smiled brightly at Cane before turning my eyes to Nicole, who was obviously a little shell-shocked.
“Nicole, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” I said, extending my hand across the table.
Nicole glared at me for a split second before recovering and meeting me smile for smile.
“Jade,” Nicole said with false affection, reaching out and taking my hand. “It is so nice to meet Cane’s newest girl.”
“It’s Jada,” Cane said, obviously annoyed, his eyes turning cool. “And she’s the only girl who’s ever been mine.”
I smiled smugly at Nicole.
“Well,” Nicole said, adjusting her game plan, “it is nice to meet you nonetheless. I’ve known Cane forever, and it’s always a pleasure to meet his dates.” She smiled at Cane. “I’ll let you enjoy your dinner.”
As she turned to walk away, I felt my body give way as the tension I had been carrying eased. It was short-lived.
“Oh, Cane, I forgot. One more thing.” She turned around and smiled, her eyes gleaming wickedly. “Guess who called me this week? Ashley. Can you believe that? Have you heard from her?”
Cane took a deep breath and fidgeted in his seat. “Why in the hell would I have heard from her?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Nicole said, holding back a laugh. “It was pretty odd that she looked me up out of the blue. I haven’t heard from her in such a long time. Anyway, I just thought she may have called you, too,” she said, flashing me a pointed look.
I took a few deep breaths, trying to control my rising anger.
“No. And if she had, I would have had nothing to say to her, anyway.” Cane glared at Nicole. “Now, if you’ll excuse us, we are going home.” Cane stood and held out his hand to me.
“Have a great night.” Nicole laughed as she walked back through the restaurant.
The atmosphere in Cane’s SUV on the way back to his house was quiet. Cane was obviously irritated.
That made two of us.
I had to admit that Cane had handled Nicole well. He’d been very clear who I was to him and pretty much put her in her place.
But Ashley? What was that all about?
I watched the lights of the city pass by in a maze of colors as we flew down the freeway to Colbie Caillat’s voice on the radio. I was lost in my own thoughts about Ashley, Cane’s past, Simon, and my own history when Cane reached out and placed his hand on my thigh, giving it a small squeeze.
“Jada, I’m sorry about that back there,” he said quietly. “I’ve known Nicole for years. She’s always been a bitch.”
“You don’t have to apologize. That wasn’t your fault,” I said. “I didn’t even care about her, but your reaction worries me.”
“She only said that shit to get a reaction out of me,” he said, taking an exit well before the one we needed. “I have to run by the office real quick, if you’re wondering where we’re going,” he said, glancing at me with a half-smile.
“So Ashley. She’s the girl you left Arizona for, right?” I asked hesitantly as Cane squeezed my leg again.
He blew out a breath and drew his hand back up to the steering wheel. “Yeah.”
“Why would Nicole think Ashley would call you?” I twirled the ring on my finger.
“Couldn’t fucking tell you.” He caught my eye.
“Don’t fuck with that ring. There’s nothing to worry about.
Ashley hasn’t been a part of my life for years, Jada.
I haven’t seen her since before my dad died.
I’ve talked to her a few times on and off after that, but fuck, I don’t even know when the last time was. ”
I waited for him to continue, but he didn’t.
“So there’s no story there? Nothing for me to get all crazy jealous about?”
He pulled up to a large stone building with “Alexander Industries” written across the front in large blue letters. The awnings covering the parking spots were a blue metal that matched the letters. It was a very masculine structure—large and sturdy-looking—exactly like Cane.
“Nope,” he said, gazing seductively at me as he whipped the Denali into a parking spot next to a side door.
A silver and blue sign labeled “Mr. Alexander” was at the front of the spot.
“The only thing you need to be crazy about is me. And I believe you promised me dessert, and I don’t want to have to wait until I get home to eat it. ”