Park Avenue Secrets. Barbara Dunlop
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The rest will have to sort itself out around that.” Hanna paused, her blue eyes going soft along with her voice. “What have you got to lose?”
It was an excellent question. There was little left to lose. If something didn’t change drastically and soon, she wouldn’t have a marriage. She certainly wouldn’t have a baby. She wouldn’t have a life of any kind.
Hanna was right. She had to get out there and get a job.
A job?
Through the open door of the en suite, Reed watched Elizabeth rub scented lotion onto the smooth skin of one of her calves as she got ready for bed.
“You mean you want to sit on a charity board?” he asked. There were any number of worthy organizations that would be happy to have her support.
“Not a seat on a board,” she answered. “I mean a real job.”
Reed was stymied. “Why?”
She shrugged, putting the cap back on the bottle. “It’ll get me out of the house, into the community, help me meet new people.”
“You can get out of the house anytime you want.”
This was New York, and she had an unlimited budget. There was no end to the things she could get out of the house and do, and no end to the people she could meet while doing them.
“Shopping doesn’t give me the same sense of satisfaction.”
He searched her expression, trying to figure out what was really going on. “There’s more to life than shopping.”
“Exactly.” She stood up, replaced the bottle and selected a small jar of cream.
“The Hospital Foundation would be thrilled to have you on board.”
“My degree is in theater.”
“Then the Arts Board. I can make a call to Ralph Sitman. I’m sure one of the committees—”
“Reed, I don’t want you to make a call. I want to type up my résumé and get out there and apply for a job.”
“Your résumé?” he asked with disbelief. She was a Wellington. She didn’t need a résumé.
“Yes.” She turned to the mirror and rubbed the cream onto her forehead.
“You’re planning to schlep around the theater district with a copy of the classifieds under your arm?”
“That’s how it’s generally done.”
His voice went dark. “Not in this family, it isn’t.” If he was lucky, people would think she was eccentric. But some might actually think she needed the money. Like he was some miser who wouldn’t see to her needs.
Elizabeth stepped back into the room, her diaphanous gown backlit until she shut off the en suite light. “Excuse me?”
“It’s undignified,” he told her.
“Earning a living is undignified?”
He tried to stay calm, but he could feel the tension mounting behind his eyes. “You already earn a living.”
“No, you earn a living.”
“And it’s a damn good one.”
She stepped forward and flipped back the comforter on her side of the bed. “Congratulations. Bully for you.”
“Elizabeth,” he pleaded. “What is going on?”
She folded her arms across her chest, unconsciously thrusting her breasts out against the thin fabric. “I need a life, Reed.”
What the hell kind of a statement was that? “You have a life.”
“You have a life.”
“It’s our life.”
“And you’re never in it.”
“I haven’t left New York in months.” And don’t think that wasn’t tough to orchestrate. But he wanted to be on deck for making babies, and he wanted to be around Elizabeth in case she needed anything. It was a tough time for both of them. He recognized that, and he was doing his best to keep things calm and smooth.
“You think this is about your physical presence in the city?”
“What is it about?” He paused. “Please, Elizabeth, for God’s sake, tell me what this is all about.”
She hesitated, her hands dropping back to her sides. “This is about me wanting a job.”
“Doing what?”
“I don’t know. Whatever I can get. Script girl, production assistant, gofer.” She drew a breath and squared her shoulders. “This isn’t negotiable, Reed.”
He flipped back his side of the comforter, losing his grip on his temper, feeling the argument slip out of control.
“Great,” he intoned. “Our friends and associates will show up to an opening at the Met. They’ll all have dates. I’ll be stag, because my wife will be the gofer.”
“No. Elizabeth Wellington will be the gopher.”
“And you don’t think that’ll be just a little humiliating for me?”
Her jaw clenched. “Then I’ll use my maiden name.”
“You’ll use your real name,” he growled.
“Fine.” She flounced into bed, tugging the covers up to her chest.
Reed dropped in next to her, more frustrated with his wife than he was with the SEC. She couldn’t go slumming backstage at the Met. They’d both be the laughingstock of Manhattan.
He knew he was too angry to argue further tonight, but this conversation was far from over.
He switched off the lamp next to his bed and heard the beep of her digital thermometer. His head hit the pillow, and he closed his eyes.
Her light stayed on. She didn’t move. He couldn’t even hear her breathing.
He turned and opened his eyes, blinking at her profile in the lamplight, trying to figure out if she was too upset to sleep.
She twisted her neck to look at him, distress clouding her expression. “I’m ovulating.”
Reed’s stomach clenched. He only just stopped himself from cursing out loud.
Of all the asinine timing.
How could people be expected to live like this?
“Right,” he said with a nod, keeping his voice as controlled as possible.
He slid closer to her, reached over her and turned off her lamp, slipping the thermometer out of her hand to place it on the nightstand.
They’d made love hundreds, maybe thousands of times. They could do it now. Piece of cake.
He left his arm draped around her and burrowed his face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. Once, twice, three times, giving them both a chance to get used to the idea of making love.
Her hair was soft against his cheek, and he ran his hand through it, letting his subconscious kick in and memories wash over him. Her scent was one of the first things he’d loved about her. He remembered dancing under the stars, on the cruise in the harbor, the warm June winds flowing over them as she swayed in his arms in that red dress.
Two minutes into the dance, he knew. He knew he was going to love her, knew he was going to marry her, knew he was going to spend the rest of his life taking care of this funny, gorgeous, intoxicating woman.
Now, he kissed the tender skin of her neck. He trailed his fingertips down the satin of her gown, pressing his warm palm against her abdomen. He kissed her shoulder, her collarbone, then moved to her earlobe, drawing the soft flesh between his lips.