Sophie Pembroke – Marriage On The Cards: Marry Me, Mackenzie! / A Proposal Worth Millions / Heart Surgeon, Hero...Husband? (страница 15)
“I haven’t told Ian yet, either.” Dylan slipped his sunglasses back on. “I’ll call him and see if we can get together with them tonight. We may as well tell them together.”
Mackenzie and Dylan took the elevator up to Ian Sterling’s penthouse. Dylan, Mackenzie noted, was impeccably dressed in pressed khaki slacks, a custom-tailored navy blazer and spotless shoes that had to have cost more than one month’s rent. She, on the other hand, still had on her baking clothes: an oversize Nothin’ But Cupcakes polo, new black Converse and an old pair of baggy chinos that were permanently stained with food dye.
Mackenzie took a small step away from Dylan. Whenever she was near him, she felt like a dumpy bag lady. She caught her reflection in the highly polished brass elevator fittings. Had she been having an odd Alfalfa moment this whole entire time? She quickly tried to smooth the out-of-control curls.
Mackenzie glanced over at Dylan, who was standing stiffly next to her. He looked as nervous as she felt. “So...how’s your backside?”
Her attempt to get him to loosen up a little worked. He cracked a smile. “Sore. Thank you for asking.”
“Well...you’re not the first victim.”
“And I won’t be the last...” The elevator came to a slow stop, the light dinged. “This is us.”
In front of the condo’s ornate door, Mackenzie started to feel queasy from nerves. Telling your family that you’ve been lying to them for ten years didn’t exactly seem like a fun time. When Dylan opened the unlocked door, she wished she were anyplace other than where she was.
“Anybody home?” Dylan announced their arrival.
“Dylan! Mackenzie!” Barefoot, dressed in faded low-slung boy jeans and a simple white tee, Jordan appeared at the top of the stairwell leading up to the main floor.
“Come on up! I apologize in advance for the renovation mess...”
At the top of the stairs, Jordan hugged Mackenzie first, and then Dylan.
“Jordan...this view...”
“I know, right? Crazy good. Once it’s remodeled, it’s going to be heaven on earth...”
“She’s taking advantage of the fact that I can’t see the invoices,” Jordan’s fiancé, Ian, commented as he walked into the room.
Mackenzie had seen pictures of Ian Sterling, world-renowned photographer and ex-model, but to see him in person was an entirely different experience. He was tall and built, high cheekbones, strong jawline. Sculpted lips. He was a perfect physical match for tall, athletic, naturally beautiful Jordan.
Jordan went immediately to Ian’s side and linked arms with him. “Knock that off,
“And Jordan is determined to suck all the fun out of this little adventure...” Ian said about his blindness.
Even though it was dusk, Ian wore dark sunglasses. Diagnosed with a rare form of macular degeneration called Stargardt disease, Ian was legally blind.
Jordan had a glow about her that Mackenzie envied. No man had ever made her all girlie and dewy and
Jordan introduced Mackenzie and Ian. They shook hands, and then Ian and Dylan gave each other a hug.
“Let’s talk in the study...it’s the only room Jordan hasn’t torn apart...”
“Yet...” Jordan wrapped her arms around Ian’s body and squeezed him tightly. “You know you love me.”
Ian dropped a kiss on the top of Jordan’s head. “Yes, I do...”
They all grabbed drinks and then headed to the study. There were two love seats on either side of the coffee table. Jordan curled up next to Ian on one love seat, which left the other one for Mackenzie and Dylan. Dylan waited for her to be seated before he joined her. No matter how she tried, she couldn’t avoid touching Dylan’s body. They were shoulder to shoulder and leg to leg on the tiny love seat.
“Okay...” Jordan got the conversation started. “I’m about to keel over with curiosity. What are the two of you doing here...
Mackenzie and Dylan exchanged looks.
“Do you want to tell them?” Dylan asked her. “Or should I?”
“I’ll do it. I’m the one who got us into this mess...”
“Well...I hardly think that’s the case. It took both of us to—”
Exasperated, Jordan interrupted. “For the love of God and all that is holy in the world...will you
Ian touched Jordan’s leg to get her attention. “What?”
“Let them talk,” Ian said gently.
Jordan frowned at Ian but gave Mackenzie and Dylan the floor.
“I have to set the record straight about something.” Mackenzie wiped more sweat from her palms onto her pant legs. “Dylan is Hope’s father.”
Mackenzie’s abrupt confession was followed by silence. Like a pretty kaleidoscope, Jordan’s facial expression changed from confusion to shock to disbelief.
“I’m sorry...what did you just say?” Jordan leaned forward a bit.
“Hope is Dylan’s child,” Mackenzie repeated. It actually felt good to get this out in the open. She had never liked lying to her family. She had wanted to keep it from her father and Jett so they wouldn’t tell Dylan, but the lie had metastasized to the rest of the family.
Jordan stared at the two of them, speechless in her contemplation, and Ian hadn’t said a word. He was just listening, taking it all in.
“I’m Hope’s father.” That was the first time he had uttered those words aloud to anyone other than himself. “Hope is my daughter.”
Jordan sat back. “Wait a minute...you mean...
Mackenzie nodded silently.
“But...I thought Hope’s father was your boyfriend from college...the one with all the Star Wars toys...”
“Star Trek,” Mackenzie corrected. “He was a Trekkie...”
Jordan rolled her eyes. “Whatever...same difference.”
“Not to a Trekkie,” Ian said. “They’re completely different.”
Jordan twisted around to look at Ian. “Really? Now you decide to chime in?”
“He’s right,” Dylan agreed. “Two completely different things.”
“Can we get back to the important part of this conversation, please?” Jordan looked at everyone questioningly. “I mean...how do the two of you even
The conversation that followed took longer than Mackenzie had originally anticipated. She was hoping for a more “drive-by” kind of deal that didn’t require much emotional energy. That didn’t happen. While Ian remained quiet for the entire conversation, he appeared to be listening intently to every word. Jordan, on the other hand, decided to earn her junior Perry Mason badge.
“Look...” Mackenzie finally said, exasperated. “I wasn’t signing up for the Spanish Inquisition here, okay? I was young and I thought I was doing the right thing for all of us. Would I do it this way again?” Mackenzie caught Dylan’s eye and held it. “No. I wouldn’t.” Mackenzie broke the gaze. To her cousin, she said, “But I can’t go back. All I can do is say that I’m sorry for lying to you. I wasn’t trying to hurt anyone. I was just trying to do the best I could for Hope. That’s what I’m still trying to do...”
“Oh...hey...” Jordan crossed the short distance to Mackenzie’s seat and wrapped her arms around her cousin’s shoulders. “I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m just surprised, that’s all. I love you, Mackenzie. And I love Hope...no matter what. Okay?”
Jordan knelt down beside Mackenzie. “Hey...let me give you the five-cent tour of this place. I want to show you all the finishes I’ve picked...hand-scraped wide-plank hardwood...new custom cabinets throughout...”
“Hey—I
Jordan laughed and returned to Ian’s side. She leaned down, took his gorgeous face into her hands and kissed him on the lips. “I love you, my handsome man...”
“I love you more.” Ian squeezed her hand, kissed it affectionately before letting it go.
Dylan watched Mackenzie and Jordan leave the room. He waited several seconds to make certain they were out of earshot before he said to Ian, “You haven’t had much to say.”
“Not much to say, I don’t think.” Ian pulled his wallet out of his pocket. He pulled a card out of the wallet, brought the card close to the side of his face so he could use his still-intact peripheral vision to read the name, then he held it out to Dylan. “Here. You might need this.”
After looking at it, Dylan slipped the card into his wallet.
“You have a child.” Ian twisted the cap off his bottle of water. “How do you feel about that?”
“Terrified.” Dylan could be honest with Ian.
“You need to know your rights. We have the photography business to think of...we’re launching the modeling agency in a couple of months...”
“I know. Mackenzie doesn’t want child support, but...”