Page 29 of The Hawthorne Legacy
“For a time,” Jameson repeated. “Or for a night?”
“Honestly, Jamie, what does it matter?” Skye was getting impatient now. “You boys never wanted for anything. My father gave you the world. The staff spoiled you. You all had each other, and you had me. Why wasn’t that enough?”
“Because,” Jameson said, his voice rough, “we didn’t really have you.”
Skye set her glass down. “Don’t you dare rewrite history. What do you think it was like for me? Son after son—and every single one of you preferred my father.”
“They were children,” I said.
“Hawthornes are never children, darling,” Skye told me archly. “But let’s not argue. We’re family, Jamie, and family is so very important. Don’t you agree, Avery?”
Something about that question and the way she’d said it was deeply unsettling.
“In fact,” Skye continued, “I’m considering having another child. I’m young enough, still. Healthy. My sons have turned their backs on me. I deserve something of my own, don’t I?”
Something, I thought, my heart aching for Jameson. Not someone.
“You never told Sheffield Grayson that he had a son.” I returned to the issue at hand. The sooner I could get Jameson out of here, the better.
“Sheff knew who I was,” Skye said. “If he’d wanted to follow up, he could have. It was a test of sorts: If I didn’t matter enough to chase—then what use were they to me?”
They. I registered her word choice. She wasn’t just talking about Grayson’s father.
Skye leaned back against the chaise longue. “Frankly, I suspect that Sheff knows exactly what came of our time together.” She met Jameson’s eyes. “This family is prominent enough that any of the men I slept with would have to live under a rock not to know that they had a son.”
She was telling him that his father—whoever he was—knew.
“We’re done here,” I said, standing up. “Come on, Jameson.”
He didn’t move. I laid a hand on his shoulder. After a moment, he reached up to touch my fingers. I let him. Jameson Hawthorne didn’t like being vulnerable. He didn’t like needing people any more than I did.
“Come on,” I told him again. We’d gotten what we came for: confirmation.
“Won’t you stay a bit longer?” Skye asked. “I’d love to introduce you to my new friend.”
“Your friend,” Jameson repeated, his eyes going to the second glass of champagne.
“Your little heiress knows him,” Skye said, taking a sip of champagne. She waited for that comment to land, waited for confusion to really sink in before she smiled and went for the jugular. “Your father is such a lovely man, Avery.”
CHAPTER 24
Skye Hawthorne. And Ricky. Skye Hawthorne was sleeping with Ricky.
He’s not my father. I clung to that as Oren and Eli ushered us away from Skye’s suite. Ricky Grambs is not my father. He also wasn’t a “lovely man.” Skye Hawthorne was caviar and champagne, and Ricky was throwing-up-cheap-beer-in-motel-bathrooms. He didn’t have two dimes to rub together. But he did have a claim—however tenuous—to me.
I felt like I was going to be sick. In fact, I could hear Skye saying with a billion-dollar twinkle in her eyes, I’m considering having another child. Was that her plan? Get pregnant with my half-sibling? Not mine. That thought wasn’t as comforting as it should have been, because any child of Ricky’s would be Libby’s half-sibling—and I would do anything for Libby.
“What were you thinking?” Oren snapped when we were sequestered safely in an elevator. “A woman who tried to have you killed is sleeping with a man who stands to inherit if you die—and you ditched your protection detail to put yourself in a room with her.”
I’d never thought of Ricky as one of my heirs, but I was too young for a will. His name was on my birth certificate.
“Why didn’t you know?” I shot back at Oren before I could rein in the storm of emotions churning in my gut. “They’re both on your list, aren’t they? How could you not know that they…” I trailed off, sucking in a breath that I couldn’t bring myself to let out.
“You did know,” Jameson concluded. Oren didn’t deny it. The second the elevator door opened, Jameson pulled me out. “Let’s get out of here, Heiress.”
Eli stepped to block him. Oren broke Jameson’s hold on my arm. I could feel the exact moment when the other people in the lobby noticed us. The moment they recognized me.
“She’s not going anywhere but school,” Oren told Jameson quietly. His expression looked perfectly pleasant. My head of security knew how not to make a scene.
