Yes, she wished he’d told her. But she understood why he hadn’t. She hadn’t written an advice column for women without learning a few things herself. And in the days since discovering the truth, she’d put herself in Colin’s position and knew the words couldn’t possibly come easily for him. Especially after he’d learned how important her work and newly asserted independence were to her, both missing in her past marriage.
Like Robert, Colin wanted to give her what she desired. Unlike Robert, Colin listened to her needs, accepted them, and didn’t want to be the man to destroy her dreams. She sighed.
“Hello?” Catherine called into the phone. “You’re breathing but not speaking. What’s going on?”
Rina smiled and glanced at the flowers and notes strewn on the table. She didn’t want to put Catherine in the middle of her messed-up love life. “Does Colin strike you as a guy who’d send flowers and anonymous notes?”
Cat laughed. “No. Are you receiving them?”
“Yes.” Rina paused in thought.
“Emma,” they said at the same time.
“That’s my guess,” Cat said. “You can’t imagine the lengths she went to in order to get Logan and I back together. She actually sent me fairy dust!”
Rina rolled her eyes. “That sounds like Emma, all right. Which just goes to show you, even her own social life doesn’t keep her busy enough to keep her from meddling.”
“Nothing could,” Cat said. “Listen, before I forget, the reason I called is that I left my favorite serving dish at your house the other night.”
“It’s all cleaned for you.” Rina drew a deep breath. “How about we meet for lunch sometime next week and I’ll return it then?”
Because in her heart she realized that Ashford was home and she couldn’t bear to leave it or the friends she’d begun to make here, regardless of whether Colin decided to stay or go.
“Sounds good.”
After agreeing on an exact day and time, Rina hung up the phone and stared around her small apartment. If she closed her eyes, she could see Colin everywhere. He’d made such a big impact in the weekend he’d spent here.
And she missed him now. But how much worse would the ache be if she let things get even more serious and then he took off? She’d lost Robert in an unexpected, devastating tragedy and she’d promised herself from the beginning that she wouldn’t get emotionally involved with Colin because he’d never said he was staying. She didn’t want her heart broken again. But control was an illusion and she’d fallen in love despite it all. With a man who would probably leave at the first opportunity, whether he knew it yet or not. His history spoke louder than his words.
She rubbed her aching temples. She didn’t know what, if anything, Colin wanted out of their relationship. There was no denying he understood and accepted Rina for who and what she was. The question was, did she accept him?
COLIN HAD SPENT a long week gathering information. From the accountants, he’d learned that things were on a slow upswing. From old and loyal advertisers who’d slowly begun to pull out or take less space, he’d discovered that they liked the new offerings but not in place of hard news. The old format or some semblance thereof would entice them to advertise more in the hopes of reaching more people again. Especially if Colin promised to stay in town and run things along with Corinne.
And the head guys at Fortune’s had latched on to the financial upswing, too. Because of their loyalty to Joe, they’d agreed to ride out the problems for a while longer. The conservative advertiser could live with the risqué quality of the columns, as long as it wasn’t shoved in people’s faces over breakfast.
From the bank, Colin found out that he qualified for a line of credit, one that would enable him to pay back the lender, and leave the fate of the paper solely within Colin’s hands. He didn’t know why he hadn’t thought of it sooner. The line of credit was the only means to convince Rina he had faith in her column, her vision, and in her. It was the only thing he could think of to secure their future. If she bailed on him after that, he couldn’t say he hadn’t tried.
When his doorbell rang late New Year’s Eve, he was surprised, since he had no plans and wasn’t expecting company. He zipped his jeans, skipping the button. Whoever wanted to talk to him would just have to deal with his couch-potato casual dress.
He pulled open the door, shocked when he came face-to-face with Rina. He hadn’t expected to see her until after the new year and had resigned himself to leaving her alone since that’s what she seemed to want. At least until he had his proof compiled and groveling speech ready, of course.
“This is a surprise.” He stepped back to let her inside, hoping he wouldn’t do something to scare her off before he had a chance to find out what she wanted.
“I had to talk to you and it wasn’t something I could do at work.” She bit down on her lower lip. “Can I take off my coat and stay awhile?”
She could stay forever, but he doubted she was ready to hear that. “Sure thing.” He helped her off with her jacket and hung it on the rack in the entryway, then gestured for her to head up the stairs.
Following behind, he couldn’t keep his eyes off her jean-clad behind, swaying as she walked, and he was hard in an instant. He needed to make her his once more. Not just in a primal male way, but in a completely permanent one.
She stood by the couch and turned toward him, a file folder clutched against her chest.
“What do you have there?” he asked.
“Something that I think will simplify your life.” She reached inside the manila folder and pulled out a single sheet of white paper. “I know that our relationship complicated your goals for the paper, and with Joe sick, you need to do what’s right for the Times, not for me. So here.”
His stomach in knots, he accepted the paper and skimmed the contents of the letter, his gut cramping more with each word. “You’re resigning?”
She nodded, her eyes sad and huge. “You don’t need to tiptoe around my feelings anymore or worry about what I’ll think of you.” She let out a laugh. “Not that I’m saying you worry at all about what I think of you, but I was hoping this would make any decisions easier on you.”