I look down at my cell and see Caleb’s name flashing across the screen. I grab it so quickly; I drop the phone. Snatching it off the floor, I answer with a breathless “Hello?”
“Hi,” he says. “I’m calling to check on Estella.”
“She’s taking a nap. She smiled at me!”
There is a ten second pause before he says: “She looks like you when she smiles.”
I instantly feel warm all over. I want to know if that makes him like me more.
“I miss her,” he sighs.
“Well, you can come over if you like. But, you’re not taking her again until the weekend.”
“I understand. She has a doctor’s appointment next week. I was hoping to take her to that. I want to be there when she gets her shots.”
I sigh. “Fine, you can take her.” I think better of it. “But, I want to be there too.”
His turn to sigh.
“I’m thinking about taking her to see Courtney.”
Caleb clears his throat. “You should. Are you all right to go by yourself?”
“I’m taking Sam,” I rush. “It’s just … time.”
“Are you still angry with her?” he asks.
“No,” I say, but oddly enough, I am nodding my head.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Past
Seth was Caleb’s older brother by four years and two days. They were nothing alike. Cain and Abel, if you will. I was shocked the first time I met the dark haired, dark eyed police detective.
“You’re Caleb’s brother?” I blurted. He had barely smiled at my surprise.
“Yup, last time I checked.” He held on to my hand for a little too long, his eyes boring into me. “I guess we don’t really look alike, huh?”
I shook my head. Seth shared none of Caleb’s features. He was the anti-Caleb with his small button nose, thin lips and eyes so dark they looked almost black.
Weird, I remember thinking. He was a recluse. During family gatherings, you’d find Caleb in the middle of the action, surrounded by people who were all hanging onto his every word. You’d be lucky to find Seth at all. He didn’t show up to most of the barbeques and dinners, and if he did, he lurked in the garden or went for a walk by himself. If caught alone, he was surprisingly engaging and darkly intelligent. He reminded me of Holden Caulfield. I read the book in high school and remember Holden giving me chills. Sometimes, Seth would look at me in a completely unguarded way, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips, and I would get chills.
Once, before Caleb and I were married, we were at his mother’s house when Seth turned to me out of the blue and said, “You remind me of a cheap reality show, Leah. You’re shallow, and you pretend to be stupid for God only knows what reason.”
I’d stared at him in complete mortification, hoping no one else had heard. I darted my head around the room. Caleb was preoccupied with a game on television and his mother was in the kitchen finishing up dinner.
“What the hell, Seth?”
He’d shrugged. “I know you’re not really as stupid as you put out. Shallow, maybe. You have the type of eyes that have claws in them.”I’d stared at him for a long time, wondering if that was how everyone else saw me. Wondering if that was how Caleb saw me.
“It’s sexy,” he said. “I don’t think my brother appreciates it.”
I’d flushed and looked away. That was the most he’d ever said to me up until that point. I wasn’t sure if he was hitting on me or insulting me. It occurred to me that it might be both. I’d never seen him with a woman. I figured he was one of those asexual men and more concerned with his career than finding someone to warm his bed.
“Why don’t you ever date?”
“Who says I don’t?”
“You never bring anyone over … or talk about anyone.”
He snorted. “Have you seen the welcome my mother gives to women we bring home?” He was somewhat right. I’d heard about the reception she gave Olivia from Luca herself. She detested the woman almost as much as I did. But, Olivia was easy to hate, and Luca was really nice once you got to know her.
I dismissed his comment with a wave of my hand. “She is always nice to me.”
He laughed. “That’s because you’re a lot like her. She probably has a healthy fear of a fellow bitch.”
My mouth dropped open. “What is it with people in this family saying exactly what they’re thinking? It’s so rude.”
He leaned over the arm of the sofa and winked conspiratorially at me. “You should try it. Though, it’s quite fascinating to sit back and watch all of your thoughts boil behind your eyes and never make it to your mouth.”
I had no words. Seth saw the look on my face and started to laugh. “Don’t worry, Leah. Your secret’s safe with me. No one needs to know there is a brain underneath all of that pretty hair.”
I glared at him, clutching tightly to the arm of my chair. I was angry … and I was incredibly turned on. Caleb always said just enough to leave you feeling both incredibly charmed and wondering exactly what he was getting at. Seth spewed truth like it was Old Faithful: too much, too fast, too hard. No wonder no one ever spoke to him.
“You’re an ass**le, you know that.”
He shrugged, turned back to the TV. “I’ve been told. But, at least I see you. My brother only sees your hair.”
I got up, but his next words pulled me back down.
“I’ve been waiting for you to remember,” he said.
“Remember what?”
He looks at me with such directness, I flinch.
“That you and I have slept together.”
If I had been holding my glass, I would have dropped it. My eyes darted to Caleb. Thankfully, he was tuned out to our conversation.
“What are you talking about?” I hissed.
“Relax,” he said, lightly. “It was a long time ago.”
I searched my memory for his face. Wouldn’t I have instantly recognized him if we’d slept together? Probably not. I’d had a lot of sex with men I barely knew. But, if we had … why would he wait so long to tell me?
“You’re messing with me,” I said.
“Nope.” He shook his head so casually I wondered if we were talking about sex or what he had for lunch.