Once his father left, it didn’t take his mother long to call him. “How is one of my favorite sons?”
“You know that doesn’t actually mean anything unless you designate one of us your favorite, right?”
His mother sniffed. “You know I can’t choose. You and Xander are both so dear and darling to me.”
“Right. So what’s up?”
“I know your father just left.”
Ahh, so the old man had called to complain. “Really, Mum. I don’t want to fight about him today.”
“And we won’t.” She placated him. “I was just going to say, I have the perfect charity to drop the car off with.”
“You can relax, Mum, I’m not even that pissed. It’s not a surprise after all. Of course, he wouldn’t be paying attention.”
His mother laughed, and it made him smile. Her laugh was one of his favorite things. “Well, that’s a change. There was a time not so long ago that you would have both deteriorated into an all-out shouting match.”
“Yes, I like to call that period last week.” He sniggered.
“My, how you’ve matured since then.”
“Well, having it out with him would have ruined my birthday, and I’m not willing to do that.”
She was quiet for a moment. “You sound different.”
He had to roll his eyes. She was constantly trying to slink into mother hen mode. “No, I’m not sick. I’m eating, and I’m not working too hard.”
“Oh, stop. Let an old woman worry.”
“I doubt anyone would have the courage to call you old.”
She laughed. “They’d better not. But no.” She paused. “It’s something else. You sound lighter, somehow. Happy, almost.”
Yeah. Almost. “I don’t know what you mean.” Except he did. He’d be seeing Abbie again tonight. Except tonight, he was going to content himself with seeing her from afar. If he got too close, he’d do something stupid.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you met someone.”
He coughed. “Mum, stop. Have you forgotten, I’m with Gemma?”
His mother sighed. “No. I haven’t forgotten. I’m just saying as much as I adore Gemma, I don’t think you’re particularly passionate about her. I don’t think she inspires this kind of levity in you. Everyone deserves passion, Lex.”
“Uhm, Mum, this is fast becoming a very awkward conversation.” He shoved a hand into his pocket as he said a silent prayer that she didn’t expound on everyone needing passion.
She sighed. “Fair enough. I mostly just called to wish you a happy early birthday and tell you that your present will be delivered to the Brixton Youth Center tomorrow. I figure you’ll want to be on site for it. I’ve arranged for that basketball player Beef Bryant to visit.”
He frowned. “Uhm, do you mean Kobe?”
“Oh, yes, that’s the one.”
He laughed. “Thank you, Mum. That is a brilliant gift. Just send me the details. The kids will be so excited. I can’t wait to see their faces.”
“I’m glad you like it. After all, what does a mother get for the son who has everything?”
“It’s brilliant, Mum. Honest.”
“Good. But Lex?”
“Yeah?”
“I meant what I said about passion. I’d hate for you to let the past stop you from finding someone you can really love. No matter who that might be.”
57
If Abbie was going to continue hanging out with Sophie, she’d have to get some comfortable shoes and hydrate better.
Bending over, she adjusted the strap of sexy, black, sling-back stilettos. When Sophie had come home to the flat, Abbie and Tamsin had both been surprised, but their friend had only been there to grab an outfit and drag Abbie out the door with her. Tamsin had been smart enough to beg off with the excuse of having to work.
The glitterati life was fun, but Abbie was starting to see it for what it was. The same crowd at different venues, looking vaguely bored and searching for something to entertain them. A month ago, she never would have dreamed of this place. A few weeks and a transatlantic flight later, she was bypassing club lines, hanging out in VIP, and being flirted with by guys who were so beautiful they made her feel inadequate. Like Evan.
Nevertheless, she was kidding herself if she thought she was skipping Alexi’s birthday. Just the idea of seeing him again made her heart race. She didn’t want to examine those feelings too closely. Because then she’d have to think about what that meant.
As usual, Max and the boys took care of her while Sophie flitted about, hugging and air kissing the beautiful people. Abbie had always wondered how her friend managed it—to be equal parts sincere, but fabulous.
Two sake shots, and one absinth drink later, Abbie still hadn’t seen hide nor hair of the birthday boy. Head buzzing and needing some air, she trudged up the dingy back stairs looking for the roof. Maybe it was for the best that she’d yet to see Alexi. It didn’t matter what he did to her insides; he was first and foremost a guy, so she’d have to be careful. Secondly, he was out of her league, and finally, too much like Evan—too handsome, with access to money and power. She’d fallen for the smooth, good-guy image before. She wasn’t going to be fooled again. She couldn’t afford to be.
Abbie shoved open the sticky rooftop door, and the chilled air immediately cleared her alcohol-fogged mind of any Evan thoughts. She wasn’t going to think about him or what she’d left behind. Or worse how she’d let herself be treated. And she was certainly not going to think about how she’d left it all behind. She was going to focus entirely on this life. This new experience. She would only be able to live in this dream world for so long, and she wanted to enjoy every single aspect of it. Even if it did feel like a fantasy.
The dingy stairs and heavy door were misleading. Instead of the industrial landscape she expected, the club’s roof was a lush green garden. A massive trellis obscured most of the view of London nightlife, save one exposed ledge with padded bench seating.
Sucking in the air like it was fresh water after a drought, Abbie escaped to the bench and toppled onto it. She slipped off Sophie’s shoes and immediately started rubbing her feet, wondering what kind of hangover she'd have in the morning. Was there a rule against mixing sake and absinthe, like there was for beer and liquor? Hell, back home she barely even drank, save the occasional martini if she was out with Evan.
A couple of weeks with Tamsin, Sophie, and their rag-tag bunch of model boys, and she was buzzed on a rooftop in London. Maybe this was her Sex in the City moment. Though, she doubted Carrie, Miranda, or Samantha would have been up on a rooftop alone.
“So, first you crash my party, and then you crash my sanctuary. We have really got to stop meeting like this. It could be hazardous to your health.”
Abbie whirled around to find Lex sitting in a hidden alcove about three feet from her. “In case you didn’t know, it's your birthday. I think you're supposed to be at the party.”
Alexi shrugged, and she was fascinated by what the action did to his shoulder muscles.
“Well, the most intriguing girl there barely made time to talk to me. She was occupied by the DJ and a stream of would-be suitors, so I came up here to lament.”