A tear slipped from the corner of her eye and she brushed it away, forcing her lips into a smile. Well, at least I can say I was kissed on Valentines Day, she murmured. Even if he doesnt remember it in the morning.
1
WHY CANT YOU BE MORE LIKE Ronald? Hes the son I never had.
Will McCaffrey stifled a groan and clutched the back of one of the guest chairs in his fathers office. You had a son, Dad. You still do. Me.
Lately, Ronalds more like a son than you are.
Hell, he hated this conversation. Hed been through this with his father at least once a month for the past two years, ever since Jim McCaffrey had decided to retire. Choosing a successor had come down to two choicesJims dull but dependable son-in-law, Ronald. Or Will, who hadnt quite lived up to paternal expectations.
Tell me, Will countered, was Ronald the son who doubled this companys net worth in just four years? Did Ronald go out and get us the Winterbrook project or the West Washington development deal? He paused for effect. No, wait. That was your other son. The son who has worked his ass off for this company. Now what was his name?
Will served as corporate counsel and executive vice president for McCaffrey Commercial Properties, but hed worked his way up from the bottom, starting when he was just a junior in high school and ending in a permanent position when he graduated from law school. He had the brains and the drive to continue what his father had begun thirty years ago, to make it even better. What he didnt have was a wifewhich for some bizarre reason, known only to his father, would instantly turn him into CEO material.
Just the thought of marriage made him nervous. He understood the concept and its allure, and he even believed in happily-ever-afters. Hed seen his parents marriage and knew it was possible. But he also knew that happiness could be snatched away in just a blink of an eye.
Ronald is not prepared to run this company, Will said in an even tone, picking up an old copy of Business Week and flipping through it casually. Hes too conservative, he has to triple-think every decision and then half the time he makes the wrong choice. Have you ever watched him order lunch? Ill have the salmonno wait, how is the strip steak? Well, maybe I should have a salad. Has anyone tried the veal chop? Its a wonder the guy hasnt starved by now.
No wonder at all, his father countered. He has a wife at home who makes him dinner every night.
Why does a wife, three children and a house in the suburbs qualify him to run this company?
Hes settled. Hes made choices in his life and he has responsibilities to look out for, namely your sister and my grandchildren. I dont have to worry that hell run off to Fiji with the next stewardess he meets.
Theyre called flight attendants. And who says I cant take a vacation every now and then?
His father scowled. You called on Tuesday afternoon to say you wouldnt be in to work on Monday morning.
I got confused with time change. That whole thing with the International Date Line is very complicated.
His father sighed. I know you have your wild oats to sow, Will. But life comes down to choices. You cant stay a bachelor the rest of your life.
Will felt his frustration grow. Why did it always have to come down to this same old argument? It wasnt as if he was avoiding marriage, he just hadnt found the right womanthe perfect woman. Hell, hed never driven the same car for more than a year. How was he supposed to choose a mate for the next fifty years? Not everyone is going to have what you and Mom had, he muttered.
Just the thought of his mother brought a twinge of grief, even after all these years. Laura Sellars McCaffrey had died when Will was just twelve and his sister ten, and since then it had been just the three of them. After her death, Jim McCaffrey had thrown himself into work, turning his small real-estate brokerage into one of Chicagos most successful commercial developers. In the process, hed left his two children to grieve on their own, and to raise themselves.
Melanie had retreated behind the responsibilities of running the household, learning to be the perfect substitute for her mother. When she was barely twenty, shed married her high-school sweetheart, Ronald Williams. Hed come to work for the family business, shed joined the garden club and, together, theyd produced three perfect children.
Will had had the opposite reaction to his mothers death. He could barely stand to stay in the house, memories of her infused every room. Hed found comfort in friends, first his buddies from school and then, as hed grown older, pretty girls. Somewhere along the line, the girls had become women, always bright and very beautiful. And though hed always assumed hed find a wife someday, the women he dated always seemed to fall short.
What do you want me to do? he asked. Marry someone I dont love just so I can say Im married?
Youve introduced me to six or seven of your girlfriends, any one of whom would have made you a decent wife. You need to grow up and decide whats important to youyour future or the next beautiful woman to cross your path. Jim McCaffrey crossed his arms over his chest. Im going to retire in April. Either you get your personal life in order or youll be taking orders from Ronald.
Wills jaw clenched and he decided to make his escape while he could, before his father brought up more reasons why Will would never occupy the corner office and he was goaded into a knock-down-drag-out fight. Maybe he ought to just forget about a future with the family business. He was a good lawyer. Hell, hed even taught a few seminars at his alma mater. And he couldnt count the number of law school buddies who called each week asking his opinion on some matter of real-estate law. Hed had job offers from most of the major firms in the city over the past few years, why not just start fresh?
He retreated to his office, closing the door behind him. When hed settled into his well-worn chair, Will groaned softly. How could he consider leaving? This business was in his bloodthe excitement of putting a deal together, of anticipating the problems and smoothing them over, of watching an empty piece of land become a vital part of the city. Hed helped build the business. By rights, it should be his someday.
Will snatched up the messages his secretary had placed on his desk, but his mind was still occupied with his fathers demands. Love and marriage had been so easy for his sister. Shed known exactly who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with by the time she was twenty. He was thirty years old and he wasnt any closer to finding Miss Right.
The way his father talked, it all sounded so simple. Find a woman, fall in love, get married and live happily-ever-after. But love had never come easily to Will. Even after all these years, he could still remember the way his mother had looked at his father, as if he could do no wrong. The gentle teasing way his father had made his mother laugh. The secret whispers and stolen kisses when theyd both thought the children werent looking. That was loveand Will had never once experienced even a small measure of that kind of devotion.
A knock sounded on the office door and Will glanced up to see his secretary, Mrs. Arnstein, walk inside. After he had dated and broken up with three separate secretaries, his father had decided to choose a secretary for him, a woman who would defy temptation. And Mrs. Arnstein was just that. A former Army drill sergeant, the woman was coldly efficient and painstakingly proper. She also outweighed Will by a good twenty or thirty pounds.
I have your mail, she said. The contracts came for the Bucktown condo project. And the estimates came in for the DePaul renovation. She held up a glossy magazine. And your Northwestern alumni magazine came. Youre listed in the class notes this month.
Will took the offered magazine. How did they find out about me?
They sent a questionnaire a few months ago. You told me to fill it out for you. You didnt have time.
The alumni notes took up the last six or seven pages of the magazine. Will scanned the columns for his name, then realized they were listed by year of graduation. But as he flipped back to the previous page, a familiar name caught his eye.
Did you find it? Mrs. Arnstein asked.
No. He quickly closed the magazine. Ill look for it later. I have work to do.
The moment his secretary closed the door behind her, he snatched the magazine up and returned to the page. Jane Singleton, B.S. Botany, 2000, he read out loud. Jane runs her own landscape business, Windy City Gardens, and has designed and installed a wide variety of residential and commercial gardens in the Chicago area.
He hadnt thought about Janie Singleton forGod, how long had it been? Five, maybe six years? Now she would have made a perfect wife, he murmured. She was sweet and attentive and He paused, memories flooding his brain. Will slowly pushed out of his chair and crossed his office to the bookshelves that lined one wall, scanning the volumes until his found his contracts text from law school. Holding his breath, he opened the front cover.
It was right where hed put it years ago. Hed come across it when hed unpacked his books after law school and had almost tossed it out. But then hed tucked it inside the cover where it had stayed until this moment, just a silly memory of a night long ago.
Will unfolded the paper and slowly read it, surprised that hed managed to write a pretty decent contract with such limited practical experience. The terms were clear and hed covered all contingencies. Hell, if the contract was challenged in court, it might just hold up. An idea flashed in his brain and he pushed it aside. No, I cant.
He dropped the contract onto his desk and turned to his computer to get back to work. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he might have an easy solution to all his problems. Janie Singleton. She was exactly the kind of woman his father would love. And if his father saw that Will was dating an appropriate woman, then perhaps hed soften his stance, maybe delay his decision until Will did find a wife.
He picked up the phone and dialed his secretarys extension. Mrs. Arnstein, I need a phone number and address for Windy City Gardens. Its a landscape contractor here in Chicago. And could you see if you can find a home phone number for a Jane Singleton? She probably lives in the city.
He sat on the edge of his desk, rereading the blurb in the magazine. A landscape contractor, thats what shed become. Shed always loved plants, so it seemed like a natural fit. And knowing her drive and determination, no doubt the business was a success.
He could only speculate on her personal life. The newsletter listed her maiden name, but that didnt mean she hadnt stumbled across the man of her dreams in the past six years. After all, Jane was smart and pretty and shed make any man a great wife.
He picked up the paper and let his gaze skim over the words of the contract. Though it was written well, any judge with half a brain would toss it out in court. Still, it was a place to start, an excuse to call Jane and catch up on old times. If he was lucky, he could rekindle his relationship with her and just see where it went.
The soft ring of his phone interrupted his thoughts. Mr. McCaffrey, I have an address for Windy City Gardens. Its 1489 North Damen in Wicker Park. Will scribbled down the address and the phone number as his secretary read them. I couldnt find a home phone. There were seven J. Singletons but no Janes.
Fine.
Will ripped the address from the legal pad, stuffed it into his pocket and grabbed his keys. As he walked out, he stopped at Mrs. Arnsteins desk. Cancel my appointments for this afternoon.
Youre not going to Fiji again, are you? she asked, arching her eyebrow.
He smirked. No. Just over to Wicker Park. If theres an emergency, you can get me on my cell phone.
The midday traffic was light on the drive to the Wicker Park neighborhood, and fifteen minutes later, Will pulled up across the street from a small office building. A sign in a street-level window indicated he was at the right place. Even so, he couldnt seem to get out of the car.
This is crazy, he murmured. She could be married or involved. I cant just show up and expect her to be thrilled to see me. He reached down to put the car into gear, then froze as he saw a figure step out the front door of the building. Will recognized her immediately, her dark hair and delicate frame, the profile that defined the word cute. She stood on the sidewalk and talked with a slender blonde who seemed vaguely familiar. A few moments later, they walked in different directions, Jane crossing the street and heading toward his car.
Without thinking, he pushed the door open and stepped out. Jane? She stopped and glanced around, her gaze finally coming to rest on him. Will leaned over the top of the car door. Jane Singleton?
Will? A smile broke across her face and he felt his heart warm. She was happy to see him. My gosh, Will McCaffrey, youre the last person I expected to run into today.
I thought it was you, he said, trying to feign total surprise. Will stared at her. It was the same Jane, but she was different. Features that had once been a bit plain had changed into something quite striking, not cute at all, but beautiful. Shed been a nineteen-year-old girl when hed last seen her. Now, she was definitely a woman.
What are you doing here? Jane asked.
He slammed the car door and circled the hood to stand in front of her. II was just headingup the street, to a restaurant. Will reached out and before he realized what he was doing, hed grabbed her hand. He hadnt meant to touch her, but now that he had, he realized how much hed missed her.
For two years, Janie had been a constant in his life, a friend whod been there whenever hed needed her. A sliver of guilt shot through him. And hed never taken the time to thank her, or even to return the favors shed so eagerly done for him. He stared down at her hand and slowly rubbed his thumb along her wrist. Its really good to see you, Janie.
She shifted nervously and tugged her hand away. What restaurant?
What? Oh, I dont know the name, he said. I just know its on this block. He smiled. You look great. Its been a long time. What have you been up to?
A long time, she repeated. Yes, it has. Six years almost. I think the last time I saw you was the day you graduated from law school. We were going to keep in touch but thenwell, you know how it goes. I got so busy and
Im sorry we didnt, Will said, the sentiment sincere.
Me, too.
As he stood in front of her, he fought the urge to touch her again, to drag her into his arms and reassure himself that it was really Jane. Memories of her flooded his mind, memories that he hadnt even recalled storing away. The long, thick lashes that ringed her dark eyes. The perfect shape of her mouth, like a tiny Cupids bow. And the scent of her, like fresh air and spring flowers. You know, I dont have to be at the restaurant for a half hour. Maybe you and I could have a cup of coffee?