“Where are you going?” Harrison asked, jumping up to step around her and block her way.
Cassandra rolled her eyes. Men could be so dense. “I am going to see my son!” She darted around him. Now that she knew where John was, she was going to find him.
Ever since Ben and Sabrina’s father had left—and good riddance—John had stepped up as man of the house. She’d come to rely on him. He was her rock. And now, when she was bound to Harrison and close to being seduced by him again, she needed her son’s level head to steady her. It was what she was used to in times of crisis. And this was her own personal crisis.
Still, she wasn’t surprised when Harrison hooked his arm through hers and said, “I’m going with you. I’ll call my driver and he’ll meet us downstairs in twenty minutes.” He pulled out his cell phone. “Does that give you enough time to pack?”
She dug her heels into the floor. “Why? Why are you coming with me?” She needed to hear his reasons.
He shook his head. “I’m sorry you need to ask. Because I love you, silly woman. And you need to see your son. Where else would I be?”
Her throat filled. Fear warred with an emotion she didn’t want to name. An emotion, she feared, that was close to love.
“Now, I asked if you have enough time to pack.” He didn’t push her to reciprocate his words, she realized.
“Yes, yes, I do,” she said, grateful for him. She knew that with her behavior, she didn’t deserve him. She needed to get her head on straight or she’d drive him crazy.
She grinned.
“Good,” he said. “I’ll go throw a few things together, too. Don’t even think about leaving without me.”
“I won’t,” she promised, meaning it.
He strode to the door.
“Harrison?” she asked, stopping him.
“Yes?” he asked, his voice gruff.
“Thank you.” From the bottom of her heart, Cassandra thought.
ROPER FELT AS IF A SOAP OPERA was playing around him and he might as well watch the episode until his own reality intruded. Which he figured shouldn’t be too long.
Hannah’s mother had taken a room at the lodge, even though Hannah refused to deal with Big Mama until she accepted her daughter’s relationship with Mike. The drummer, meanwhile, refused to speak to Hannah because she’d gone behind his back and informed her mother of their relationship before he was ready to go public.
He feared for his career, and if Roper’s hunch was right, he also feared for the relationship. Roper felt sorry for all parties involved except for Big Mama, who, true to her name, was larger than life and intrusive to a fault, like some other mothers he knew too well.
Amy had already informed him that Big Mama’s cell-phone photograph had appeared in People Magazine’s Web site the day after it had been taken. Big Mama no doubt chose the magazine on purpose, knowing she wouldn’t have to wait a week to get her daughter’s face splashed in the tabloids. As if Hannah’s fans would forget about her in one short month. As if Roper’s hate club would forget him, either. No such luck. The day after People Magazine’s exclusive photo was aired, Roper’s nemesis Buckley picked up on the news. Between People and Buckley, he figured Cassandra would arrive anytime and destroy his newfound serenity.
Once again, he was the center of attention. In Hannah’s circles the gossip revolved around Hannah Gregory’s top-secret new lover, baseball star John Roper. In Roper’s circles, the dirt speculated that Roper’s priorities were so far out of whack, he cared more about getting laid by a hot young musician than about recuperating.
Put together, Roper had been made to look like a lazy, inconsiderate, cheating pig who didn?
??t give a rat’s ass about his new girlfriend, Amy Stone, or his lucrative career. Nothing, of course, could be further from the truth.
He nursed a beer in the lobby bar, thinking about what on earth he could do to help diffuse the current situation, but nothing came to mind. Amy, meanwhile, was busy on the phone arranging an exclusive with Sports Illustrated to counter the bad press. Roper didn’t give a damn who the media paired him with romantically as long as Amy didn’t believe the hype.
She didn’t.
But from the moment the picture had shown up in People, only to be copied on the Internet and the rest of the free world, Amy had withdrawn. She might not believe he was having an affair with Hannah, but Amy had stopped sleeping with him, anyway. And he knew why.
The world had intruded on their private time, making them fodder for public dissection. And she wasn’t having any of it. It didn’t matter how strong their bond was or how well they understood each other. She was going to let outside forces drive a wedge between them.
Unless he stopped her somehow.
He raised his glass to his lips at the same time his gaze settled on the front entrance, taking in the two people making their way inside.
His mother and Harrison Smith.