Chasing the Night - Iris Johansen [125]
“I’ll remember that.” Catherine hadn’t taken her gaze from Luke’s dark eyes staring up at her.
She was now face-to-face with him.
But Kelly was suddenly standing between them. “You listen to me, Luke,” she said fiercely. “This is Catherine, this is your mother. She’s wonderful, and you don’t deserve her. But you’ve got her, and you’d better not hurt her.”
Then she whirled away and ran back up to where Eve was standing on the stairs.
Luke didn’t answer Kelly. He hadn’t taken his eyes off Catherine.
“Hello, Luke, I’ve waited a long time,” Catherine said awkwardly. “Now that you’re here, I don’t know the right things to say. Maybe there aren’t any right things. I’ve tried so hard to get you back.” She paused. It was so difficult. She wanted desperately to take him in her arms and tell him all the hurt and loneliness was over. But she had to move with such heartbreaking slowness. “I love you. If you give me a chance, I’ll try to give you a good life. Those are the only things that are important, I think. What do you think?”
He didn’t answer.
“Talk to me, Luke. Are there any questions you’d like to ask me?”
“Yes.” He asked baldly, “Did you tell Rakovac to hurt me?”
“No!” Her eyes closed for an instant before they opened to reveal them shimmering with unshed tears. “As God is my witness, Luke.”
“I didn’t think so. He lies. I don’t believe anything he says.”
“You won’t ever have to worry about him again, Luke.”
His gaze flew to the staircase leading to the upper floor. “He’s dead?”
“Yes.”
“You did it?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Good.” The ferocity was back in his expression. “I’m glad. I was going to do it if I had to.”
She flinched. “No. Don’t say that. You shouldn’t have to do anything like that to protect yourself. I’ll protect you from now on.”
He stared at her skeptically.
“You don’t believe me? I love you, Luke.”
“Why should I believe you? I don’t know you. I don’t love you. I don’t love anyone.”
She drew a deep breath. “You’re right. Trust has to be earned. Will you give me a chance to earn it? You have a choice now.”
“I do?” he asked warily.
“Did you think I was going to force you?” she asked. “You can come with me and see if you like it. Everything is going to be strange for you for a while. I think we can work through it together. Or, if you don’t want to give me my chance, then I’ll find a place for you where you’ll be happy. That’s all I want. For you to be happy.” She smiled unsteadily. “What makes you happy, Luke?”
He hesitated, then said slowly, “Books. Mikhal burned them.”
“Then we’ll get you more. As many as you like. I’ll make sure you have an entire library of your own.”
Another silence. “Where? Where would I have to go?”
“We could decide that between us. I used to live in Boston, but I haven’t really had a home since I lost you.”
“I’ve read about Boston in one of my books. They had some kind of crazy tea party there.”
“Yes, they did. You used to live there, too, when you were a little boy.”
Another silence. “Would we go there right away?”
“I have to go somewhere else first. I promised a friend, Hu Chang, I’d go to Hong Kong and have a dental procedure done. He seemed to think it was urgent. But after that, we’ll go wherever you want to go.”
“Hong Kong.” He tasted the words. “It sounds…funny.”
“It’s not a funny place. Oh, I guess it could be. But where I grew up, it wasn’t. I was on my own.”
“Like me.”
She nodded. “Like you. Will you—” She stopped. “I want to push you because I want you to come so badly. But you’ve been pushed enough since you left me. I won’t do that to you.” She impulsively took a step forward, reaching a hand out to touch him. She saw his face tense, become even more shuttered. Her hand fell to her side. She whispered, “It’s so hard, Luke.”
He gazed at her. “I don’t know you,” he said again.
“I don’t know you anymore either. Sometimes getting to know someone can be an adventure, like reading a wonderful book. It could be like that for us.”
“A book? Maybe.” He paused, thinking. “If I don’t go with you, I can just walk out of here? You wouldn’t