Taming Hollywood’s Ultimate Playboy Page 16
“It’s a lot to carry. I did say those fantasies were insane at the time.” She stepped back from the door and nodded to him and the floor. “Don’t kick the wine.”
Turning to the hall table, she set down what she’d taken from him and then looked back, waiting. Afraid to let her hopes get too high. Terrified because they were already soaring.
“I had a long talk with your brother,” Liam started. He stepped in and set the knickknacks down then closed the door.
“About me?”
Vulnerability, she saw it in his eyes. It was there in hers if he was looking closely enough, and he always looked closely. “And me.”
His hands rubbed together roughly. He seemed to realize what he was doing and stuffed them into his pockets instead. “And also why he didn’t tell me about your accident.”
It was something she’d wondered too, but hadn’t been able to bring herself to ask Nick yet. And right now it seemed very important for her to hear anything Liam wanted to bring up. Let him talk. At least as long as he had something to say he wouldn’t go. She could hear his voice. Watch his mouth forming words—any words. She could see that he’d nicked himself shaving before coming over.
“Why didn’t he tell you? Was it because he knew about...my trench-coat antics?”
He shook his head.
“He didn’t tell me when I called him, because it was the day my dad died.” The words came softly, but he made no move to hide the rawness in his voice. “And he knew I’d still drop everything and run to your family at Cedars. He said it was the last thing I needed to deal with.”
Grace nodded as she absorbed this. Nick had done what he’d thought was the kindest thing to do for Liam, and she might’ve made that same decision. He’d had no way of knowing what had been going on with them—she’d certainly never told anyone about the night she’d gone to his apartment. He’d probably only known they’d stopped talking about one another, if he was even perceptive enough to pick up on that at twenty. “That was probably the right thing to do.”
“No, it wasn’t,” Liam said, taking a step closer to her, close enough to touch her if he wanted to. Or for her to touch him if she was brave enough. “It was an attempt at kindness, he did it because he cared. But the truth is... Cedars would’ve been the best place for me. I tried to make a family with my father when I got old enough, but we were both too damaged to know how. And when that ended, the best thing I could’ve done would’ve been to go to my real family. The best thing for me, I mean. You all had a lot to deal with at the time. So I could’ve understood if he’d not told me because you all couldn’t deal with one more broken thing that day.”
She still didn’t know if she should touch him, but she needed to, and he needed it too. He’d come as close as he could and had left that final step to her, so close her head craned back and she could feel his breath fanning her skin. Accelerated, scared. She lifted a hand and rested her palm against the solid heat of his chest, and then used the other to brush away a trace of blood beside that razor nick. “That would never have happened.”
“I know,” he whispered, catching the hand at his jaw and holding it there while he looked down at her, his worry fading as fast as hers started to fall away.
“But I realized something after my talk with Nick. Something I’d been missing. Family takes care of each other, I got that part right. But the part I messed up is...real family never give up on one another. They never...” His eyes closed and he bowed his head forward until his forehead lightly touched hers. Slowly, his arms crept around her waist, the slightest tremble evident in his broad frame.
This was real. He was really doing this. It may not have come easily, but it did come. And she was going to say yes to whatever he offered because she’d learned those lessons early about how to treat the people you love, and he was still getting there.
“They never give up on someone they love,” he said, as if touching strengthened him enough to go on. “My parents gave up. On life. On me. On everything. They worried about their desires first. When you were hurt, Nick didn’t keep the information from me to keep me away from you or your family, he did it because he was trying to protect me. And maybe he was trying to protect you too, because you have terrible taste in men, Gracie.”
She laughed, her hands moving up to cup his cheeks. “No, I don’t. I had good taste when I picked you. But when it didn’t work, all my efforts to find a stand-in Liam failed. Turned out bad boys are easy to find but it was impossible to find one with your heart. With your charm. Your kindness and honor.”
Tears rolled fat and wet from her eyes.
He tilted his head, kissed her eyes and nosed away the tears on her cheeks. “Don’t cry. I don’t ever want to make you cry again. If you’ll still have me.”
“What am I having you for?” She leaned back to look up at him once again, and slid her arms around his neck.
“Whatever you want. I’ll take whatever I can get.”
He held her gaze, those deep blue eyes open and full of love. He hadn’t said it directly, but she’d known beyond doubt that he loved her since their only night together. She just hadn’t believed she could wait for him to come around to the same knowledge.
“Do you want marriage?”
“I want you.”
“Do you want children?”
He said again, “I want you.”
“But you were worried about those things before, them being...contraindicated in a relationship with you.”
“Contraindicated?”
“It’s medical talk. It means don’t mix this and that. Like ibuprofen and wine, and I suppose that in this case I’d be the ibuprofen...”
“You would certainly be the ibuprofen, you dull the pain and keep me upright. It’s not sexy, but it’s not wrong,” he said, and then answered her question. “My objections have all been about the ways that I would screw it up and knowing I couldn’t live with myself if I did. I told myself I didn’t want marriage and children because I don’t trust myself. I still don’t trust that I’ll have the right instincts. I’ve been terrified that I’d fail them and you. But after I talked to Nick, after I pieced together his motivation, my motivation, and your motivation, I realized what’s been missing in me.”
She shook her head, not understanding.
“When you Watsons screw up in relationships, when you make the wrong calls for the people you love? It’s because you’re trying to do what is best for them. When I’ve been making the wrong calls, it’s been because I was afraid and trying to do what was best for me. But I know it now. I see the difference. I finally get it. And I know I can do better.”
He stopped, tears standing in his vision. So open. If he said another word she’d break. They both needed a moment to touch before even one more word came. She tugged his head down, the barest urging needed.
His mouth closed on hers and he pressed her back, two steps and he had her once again against the entry wall. Only this time the need that drove him was toward closeness, to starved kisses, until they were both left gasping for air.
“Please take another chance on me.” His forehead went back to hers, the rest of his body melding to hers. His words came slowly, with pauses for breath, but he didn’t stop long enough to catch his breath properly. “I can promise, right now, that I’ll want you. Forever. I’ll love you forever.”
He’d said it! Again a breathless laugh bubbled up, and she could only nod.
“Be patient when I screw up, because I’m going to screw up, I know I will, but I’ll do it for the right reasons. Teach me how to make a life together—a real life, not some surface-deep Hollywood sham of a relationship. I want you, Gracie. I love you. And I understand now.”
One tear fell onto her cheek, and then another. It took her a moment to realize they were his.
“One life, nothing he
ld back. Deal?” Her voice, still not strong, wobbled over the words, and she smiled even as they both cried.
He nodded. “Deal.”
“Now take me to bed.”
He laughed, nodding and swooping her into his arms to head for the bedroom. And she let him. His ankle was wrapped, and it felt too good to be cradled against his chest.
She leaned up and kissed his ear, then nuzzled in close and whispered, “I got some new lacy black underwear...for next time...”
Because there would be a next time. A lifetime of next times.
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ISBN: 978-1-474-03745-7
TAMING HOLLYWOOD’S ULTIMATE PLAYBOY
© 2016 Amalie Berlin
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