That was one of the things he liked about being here, the fact that he could mess things up a bit. Lacey was easygoing that way, while Gina, probably because of her work as an interior designer, liked rooms neat and tidy. Even the magazines on the coffee table in their living room were chosen to look good, rather than for their reading content.
In the beginning, Paul had appreciated that Gina kept such a nice house. In time he began to weary, however, of always having to pick things up, especially when his mind was on other matters.
Before coming here, Paul had been prepared to tell Lacey they should cool things off, not see each other as much anymore. Her presence at Midnight Mass had been a bit too close for comfort. Paul honestly did not want to hurt Gina or Rachel. For that reason, he had never taken Lacey to Soleil, unwilling to risk having any of the employees gossip about them—gossip that might get back to Gina.
But now, seeing her like this, his heart melted. He had missed her spontaneity the past few days, the quick flashes of humor, her slight Southern accent from growing up in Atlanta. As much as she had tried to do away with it, Lacey had told him, she never was able to. “Guess it’s inbred,” she had said, laughing. “Take it or leave it.” Paul had taken it. And loved it.
“That was close the other night,” he said, sitting on the edge of the sofa beside her. In spite of himself, he couldn’t resist stroking her breast through the tight T-shirt and feeling excited as her nipples became hard in response to his touch.
“You’re sure in a hurry to get started today,” she teased, pulling a pillow off the back of the sofa and smacking him with it.
He drew back, laughing, and took the pillow, putting it behind her head. Gently pushing a strand of her hair behind an ear, he said, “Actually, I didn’t have that in mind for tonight.”
“Oh?”
His finger paused at her ear, then traced her cheekbone. Finally he took her hand and sighed. “Lacey, sweetheart, I think we should talk.”
She sat up, pulling her hand out of his. Taking another sofa pillow, she held it tight against her. “I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”
Paul tugged at his tie, loosening it. Suddenly he was having trouble breathing. He felt as if he were on a precipice, about to do something that would change his life in ways he might be sorry for later.
“I, uh…I just think we should take this a bit slower. I mean, you know, spend less time together…”
His voice shook when she didn’t respond. “The thing is, Rachel’s home, and since the accident the other night, I think I should spend more time with her.”
He had told Lacey about the accident this morning, on the phone, when he called to say he’d be coming by. She hadn’t expected him on Christmas Day, of course, but it had been agreed upon that he would come here the day after, while Gina and Rachel were hitting the stores for sales. He would bring his present—a gold necklace—to her then, and spend the afternoon with her.
“Of course you need to stay home and take care of Rachel,” Lacey said now. “I understand completely.”
Her eyes, however, filled with tears. “That’s not what this is about, though,” she said in a low, husky voice. “You want to break up with me. You’re saying goodbye.”
“No! No, not at all,” Paul said, though he wondered if that were true. His motivations weren’t completely clear, even to him.
He ran a hand through his hair, which left the cowlick he tried so hard to gel down every morning standing upright. He knew this, and it irritated him. He wanted to feel in charge here today, not like a barefoot boy.
“Lacey,” he said, sounding more accusative than he’d meant to, “what was all that on Christmas Eve? At the church? Why were you there?”
She dried her tears with the back of her hand, then gave him an amazed look. Laughing shortly, she said, “Why was I there? Paul, Sacred Heart is my parish church! I might as well ask you why you and your wife and daughter were there. The truth is, I couldn’t have been more shocked. And you may remember that I left the moment I saw you.”
He had to agree that was true, but added, “I guess I never knew you were Catholic.”
She bristled. “Well, all you had to do was ask.”
He took in her large green eyes, brimming with tears, and heard the wounded tone in her voice. She’s right, he thought. We’ve never talked about our lives outside this apartment. That was a rule they had made. Correction—he had made, as if the less he knew about her, the less she infringed upon his life with Gina and Rachel.
The truth was, he had been a thoughtless, selfish bastard, thinking only of himself.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I guess my nerves have been on edge.”
Standing, he walked to the window that looked out on the street, three stories down. From here, he could almost see his home near the top of Queen Anne Hill. Gina and Rachel were still out shopping, but he could picture them there later, waiting for him to come home and do all the things Rachel wanted to squeeze in before going back to school. He felt pulled in so many directions it was physically painful.
Turning back, he said, “I really am sorry, Lacey. I haven’t been very thoughtful of you.” He made an attempt. “You go to Midnight Mass every Christmas, then?”
“Just about. It’s the only time I do go to church. No, that’s not quite true. I go on Easter, sometimes. It doesn’t have to be a Catholic church, though. As long as they have palms and lilies and a choir, I’m fine.” She smiled.
Paul returned her smile and felt the tensions leave him. “It was just such a shock, seeing you there. It threw me off balance.”
“I’ll bet. You were afraid I’d come up to you afterward and tell your wife who I was,” she guessed.
“No, of course not.” But he flushed, and he knew that she knew.
Lacey reached for the potato chips and popped one into her mouth, chewing it with her usual gusto for food. Washing it down with a gulp of Pepsi, she said, “And what were you doing there, Mr. Bradley? Churchgoing doesn’t seem like your usual M.O.”
“I…uh, well, Gina and I…” He flushed.
“Oh. Never mind, I get it. You were married there, huh?”
He didn’t answer, and she said, “Now that I think of it, it figures, with her growing up in that neighborhood. So Midnight Mass at Sacred Heart is a family tradition?”
“Yes.”
“And there I was, all of a sudden,” Lacey continued with a grin. “Your worst nightmare.”
“Yes…well, no, I wouldn’t put it that way.”
Standing, she walked over to him and pushed him lightly on both shoulders. “Well, I would. Look, Paul, we’ve talked about this before. You know you don’t have to worry about me. You have to spend holidays with your family, and I understand that. Sure, sometimes it hurts. And I’ll admit that at Midnight Mass I couldn’t stay any longer, once I saw you there with them. I can’t tell you how jealous I felt. But, hey, look at us now. You’re here with me, for heaven’s sake—not them.”
Looking into those beautiful green eyes, the tremulous red lips, he hadn’t the heart to tell her he couldn’t stay. He thought about the fact that he had told Gina and Rachel he was going to the office, and that something urgent had come up.
How many lies had he told since meeting Lacey? How many were still to come before his wife began to sense they were lies and his entire world collapsed around him?
His guilt was nearly overwhelming. But when Lacey put her arms around him, stroking his temple with her fingertips and the hollow at his throat with