Andrea's Reign: Book Two of Chloe's March Series

By Laura Pryor

Chloe enters the ballroom as Andrea appears on the stairs. Andrea’s heart darkens and shatters with every laugh and smile that caresses Chloe’s face. Chloe’s refusal to listen to what’s in her heart leads Andrea down a dangerous path. Will Andrea rise or strike back?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Newman Springs Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Apr 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9781645318248

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Chapter 1

Another week has passed. Chloe and Heather have made up. Chloe has chosen to marry Craig. He agreed to spend more weekends with her. She has an early city council meeting in which their decision will be revealed. Earlier in the day, she confessed to Taylor.

Taylor, I am not in love Craig. Do you remember when I had you investigate Andrea Parker?

Yes, she answers, sitting on the sofa.

Chloe tells Taylor the whole story while joining her.

So I have agreed to marry someone who hurts me instead of the one I truly love, she explains as Taylor hands her a tissue.

It is not too late to call the wedding off, Taylor says, trying to nudge her in the right direction.

Too many people have spent too much time and money on this. I must follow through.

Damn it, Clo. Just call off the wedding and call Andrea. I am sure she will talk to you or at least listen. Taylor advises with confidence.

They remain sitting with Chloe’s head resting on Taylor’s small shoulder.

The end of the day is approaching, and the city council’s decision is will be announced. Chloe stands in the corridor of city hall waiting. Her patience wanes as Mr. Griffin is running behind. The council meeting convenes, and he finally arrives.

Glad you could make it.

Sorry, traffic, he answers.

Ms. Conners, are you ready? the mayor asks.

Yes, she answers with confidence.

Your client was not given the bid. The bid went to a development company out of Reno, the mayor relishes telling her the disappointing news. He blames Chloe’s client for the loss of the bribe he stood to gain, so he persuaded the other bidder to raise their offer.

May I ask what the final bid was? Chloe inquires, seeking some answer to provide to her client.

Yes, it was increased at the last minute by five-hundred thousand, the mayor answers.

Thank you, Chloe says as she looks toward Mr. Griffin.

They quickly leave the room.

So what is next? she asks.

Here is your payment in full for services rendered. My client thanks you for the time and effort you have provided.

I am sorry the outcome was not favorable, Chloe replies before he walks away.

She follows.

As the renaissance structure is exited, Mr. Griffin steps into a black limousine. Chloe passes on her way to her vehicle.

Did it go as expected? the voice asks, looking at Chloe as she fades between vehicles.

Yes. Just as you predicted. Have you reconsidered your actions for later? he questions his boss.

No. Anger haunts the hollow reply.

Are you sure about this? There is no going back, a female passenger affirms by placing her hand on the boss’s knee.

Absolutely. Is everything a go? the boss’s tone cracks when asking.

Yes, the second woman answers with a wicked grin.

Good. Let’s grab an early dinner, the raspy voice suggests.

Chloe returns to her office where she is bombarded by demands for her presence in Jacob’s office. As her feet crush the carpet beneath, she hesitates to enter. With the payment in hand, she slowly enters.

Well, how did it go? Jacob inquires.

Not good. The bid went elsewhere. Here is the payment for the services.

Well, we can’t win them all. Your wedding is Sunday, correct?

Yes, the celebration party is tonight.

Good, now go home, and everyone will see you at the ballroom at seven, he says, hugging her.

Thank you, Jacob. I expect to see everyone there. It is an open bar and fully catered party.

Very well.

Taylor exits her office as Chloe returns.

Two more days, and I will have to change all those damn letterheads.

Chloe chuckles at her sarcasm.

I am going home now. See you at seven.

She enters her apartment, finding a note on the counter. Thinking it is from Craig, she immediately opens it. The three words are repeated:

Chloe,

I am sorry, I am sorry, I am sorry.

Andrea

Chloe’s joyful mood is quickly stomped on as her own words are thrown back at her. She is stunned as the apology leads her to the sofa. She saddens at the thought of Andrea. She has allowed the wedding and reunion with her gang to overshadow the one person who truly knows her desires. She hastily texts Andrea, with her nerves in shambles.

Please answer me.

No reply, she dials. The phone rings and rings. Finally, a voice message answers.

Andrea, please pick up. I need to hear your voice. I want to hear your voice. I love you.

The call goes unanswered. Chloe falls back, realizing her commitment is to the wrong person. Chloe is now caught in a vortex which will result in a painful ending. Doing as she has recently, Chloe retreats to her balcony. She slides down the slick wall and stares at the note. She has allowed her friends and mom to influence her life once more. Their influence comes at a price too high, and Andrea once again is the cost. Her perfect world is crumbling, and she has caused it. Now she has only one way to go: that is straight ahead.

The same person who was conflicted is about to live a lie and deny her desires. She arrives at the ballroom her mother has chosen. The pink and white balloons hang from the arched ceiling. Her long black strapless dress covers the hurt as well as other markings. Chloe is greeted by her friends along with Ruth and Erma. She smiles, laughing, trying to convince herself that this choice is right. As they huddle and giggle like schoolchildren, Andrea walks down the stairs, stopping halfway. Erma glances up noticing Andrea standing guard in her faded jeans and hoodie with black running shoes. Chloe does not notice Andrea standing staring at her. Chloe allows the moment to lift her spirits. Her gang ushers her into the room where everyone is waiting. Erma climbs the stairs to confront Andrea.

Don’t do whatever you are planning. I know you love her, Erma says, touching her cheek.

I am not about to allow her to marry someone who is not faithful to her. At this moment, I could care less if this hurts her, Andrea speaks with puffy red eyes from the days of crying and despair.

This is not for you to control. What makes you think she feels the same way?

Sauvie Island three weeks ago. She came onto me. By the end of the day, she was breathless, Andrea says before turning and returning upstairs.

Erma grips her forearm, and Andrea speaks, Mom, this hurts me too. I love her, and she loves me. That moment must count for something, or I have wasted eight years, Andrea stutters before continuing her retreat.

Erma stands, shocked by Andrea’s explanation.

The DJ begins his selection, and the celebration ensues.

Chloe approaches Erma. Hey, where were you?

Trying to talk Andrea down, Erma says, pulling Chloe to the side.

She’s here? Where is she?

Why, so you can have a quickie and then marry him? I cannot watch what is about to unfold. Chloe, I hope you have made the right decision.

Where is she? I cannot have her hurt these people when it is me she hates, Chloe says, looking around with heartache.

Don’t worry, I do not believe she will hurt anyone but you, and I doubt she could ever hate you. She is in love with you, and you just play on that, Erma says, noticing Heather approaching.

Her hand resting on Erma’s shoulder, Chloe is speechless.

Just remember eight years ago, as well as three weeks ago as you say I do, because that will be goodbye to her, Erma continues.

Chloe takes her words to her heart.

Clo, I have seen that beautiful woman rise from torment, abuse, and abandonment. If you follow through with this, I am afraid she will not rise again. I love you both, my dear.

Hello, Heather, it is good to see you. Remember, Chloe, I have a feeling this will be a night no one will forget, Erma remarks, walking away.

Two hours later, the toasting begins. Chloe has calmed her thoughts as the night is almost over and nothing unusual has happened.

To my beautiful daughter and soon-to-be son-in-law, I am so happy to see such a perfect couple united, Ruth toasts with Chloe, heart sickening on the inside.

His parents, along with the Meagers, surround the stage.

Just as Heather’s speech begins, a large projection screen appears. The room becomes quiet. Everyone is looking at one another for an explanation.

Oh dear, here it comes, Erma says to herself, looking around for Andrea.

Chloe glances at her mother for an answer; Ruth replies with a shrug. With everyone’s attention, the screen turns blue. The Lodge, is displayed. Silence packs the walls as all eyes are on the screen. Craig’s tan turns ghostly at the video as times and dates appear. The videos of him and his mistress from Seattle flash graphic scenes of their countless encounters. The latest date is from the previous weekend. Chloe stumbles to a chair where disbelief holds her. The gasps and awes start. Chloe’s father threatens Craig.

You son of a bitch, I am going to kill you.

In a stunned state, Chloe looks around. Embarrassment springs her to her feet as she darts out. On the stairway, Andrea grins watching her plan wreak havoc on the celebration. Chloe pushes her friends away as she escapes the glares. Andrea hovers against the railing watching Chloe’s life fall into pieces. Finding Andrea watching the events unfold, Erma approaches.

Are you freaking proud of yourself?

No, but at least I had the guts to stop this charade, Andrea replies, stepping around Erma.

Arriving at the black limousine, Andrea steps inside to find Page and Ridley waiting. Page has an expression of joy and happiness at the events that just unfolded, mostly due to her cynical and spiteful attitude. Ridley merely watches Andrea’s expression of agony.

Dammit, Clo, I did not want to do that! Andrea says, punching the door then texts, Make sure she is safe, and he does not get to her.

Chloe’s Pathfinder swerves through the weekend traffic. She finds herself at the waterfront. The night turns colder with each tear. The interior temperature begins to drop as time passes. Her anger meets the embarrassment head-on. Her phone buzzes nonstop and remains unanswered. The black clouds tuck and roll the storm against the Pathfinder. As the wind rattles her window, Chloe pounds the steering wheel. The cold air nips at the distraught Chloe. Regaining her composure, she realizes the endless messages and calls awaiting her. She retreats to her cabin hideaway an hour away.

Arriving at the drive, she finds the seclusion welcoming. The pine and oak trees guide her along on the driveway to the cabin. Unlocking the door, she is stricken by memories. Her tears begin again as she switches on the lamp. A small stone fireplace begs for a fire as she increases the thermostat. Her shaking hands slowly light the wood. Chloe stands staring into the burning logs. With the fire crackling, Chloe throws her engagement ring into the ashes. Removing a bottle of burgundy, her slender hand carries it into the bathroom. Her nerves teeter on the brink of crashing as the hot water fills the soaker. She slips out of the black gown, allowing it crumble to the pine floor revealing her markings. Tossing her towel beside the tub, she steps into the steamy water. She holds the bottle as the water rises to her breast. Using her toes, she turns off the spouts.

She answers the messages via a mass text.

I am okay. I just need some alone time. Please do not worry.

She dials Jacob.

Hello, Chloe, my dear, how are you? he asks without any presumption.

I don’t know. I need some time off.

You have it. Take the week and call me if you need anything, he kindly offers.

Thank you, Jacob.

She ends the call and reads the other messages.

My precious child, this can be repaired, Ruth texts.

Chloe, I will find Craig, and things will not go well! Ray exclaimed.

Clo, I am sorry he was doing this. I am here if you need to talk, love Erma.

She scrolls through dozens of messages all saying the same. Are you okay? Where are you? We are all thinking of you. She deletes each one. The hot water caresses her legs as she chugs from the bottle. The hours slip by as the hot water is refreshed frequently.

The quietness is disrupted by a ping. With wet fingers, she taps on the phone.

I am sorry. My intentions were never to destroy you. I only wanted to stop you from marrying him, Andrea texts.

A pause delays Chloe’s reply. Her rage and public humiliation burn within as she dials.

Why did you have to humiliate me? I would have believed you if you would have shown me the proof!

That is why I did it! You always must have proof! I have always told you the truth! Yet you still played with my feelings! I wanted to hurt you as much as you did me! Andrea answers with anger.

You’re a b—!

Maybe, but I could not allow you to marry someone who was not faithful!

Allow? Chloe shouts with disdain at Andrea’s control attempt.

Yes, allow. At least I defended you. All you could do is watch once again as Heather hit me! Andrea yells with reddening eyes as her car door slams.

The harsh winds snap her red cheeks as they argue.

I did not know how to react! Chloe yells back.

The story of us, that is unless we’re alone. Then you have no problem loving me!

You didn’t have to involve everyone else in our problems! Chloe hollers back.

Silence seeps through the line, causing a moment of quiet.

Do you really think tonight was about anyone else? Are you that blind? Andrea asks, lowering her temper.

Then what was it about?

It was about hurting you as much as you did me. That day in your apartment as I stood at the door, all I wanted from you was an invitation to stay. Was it too much to ask that you choose between him and me? God only knows how much I wanted to wake up next to you. All I wanted was to matter to you as you do to me, but that just isn’t so, Andrea says with a crack in her tone.

Andrea, you did. You do matter to me. But you just toppled my world.

Do you remember the morning he came out of your cabin at camp? She pauses to allow the memory to return. Well, welcome to devastation! It really hurts, doesn’t it? Andrea fires back.

That was different. I did not involve your family and friends if you had any left, Chloe brutally replies.

Wow, that was low, even for you. How do you think I felt eight years ago while Heather and the gang crucified and beat me? All the while, you joined in with silence. So, tell me about being humiliated and how it is okay if family isn’t around? Andrea explodes.

That was so long ago, and we were just kids.

Don’t make excuses for the them. I wear the scars of their kid ways. This is about you and me. Oh, wait there is no us, Andrea answers as her tears form once again.

The dropping temperatures begin to chap her tear-streaked cheeks. Her teardrops freeze as they land on the porch.

That’s right, us doesn’t exist. I am straight, Chloe feebly tries convincing herself.

Is that why you kissed me, held me, asked me to make love to you, and desired me?

If you loved me as you say, how could you allow that woman to touch you? How could you brush her hair from her face? Chloe angrily states recalling the bar night.

Oh, so it is okay for you to sleep with me and marry him, but I am expected to be lonely? Believe me, I am lonely, and you do not care!

Goddammit, Andrea Parker, I do care. If you would have answered my text earlier after sneaking into my apartment, then you would have heard my care. But no, you run and wallow in that self-pity role, Chloe says, bringing Andrea’s poor-me attitude to light.

Silence slips through the line as Andrea absorbs her evaluation.

What more do I have to do to prove my love to you, because I will? Andrea asks, tiring of the game.

I don’t love Craig, but how can I love you, the person who just humiliated me?

I did, Andrea quickly replies.

Well, I guess you won? Chloe surrenders.

Did I?

What did you mean by beat you? Chloe finally asks as Andrea’s statement sunk in.

With a silent second, they allow calmness in. But that is shredded by Andrea’s comment.

Please, you know all about it, so quit acting like you don’t! Andrea starts yelling.

Go home to Atlanta. I never want to see you again!

I am home. You forgot, I was born here, Andrea says, showing her intent.

Just stay away! Chloe demands.

It won’t be hard, Andrea agrees.

The words end with Andrea standing in the cold. Chloe ends her bath and retires to the sofa. Eventually falling asleep, Chloe dreams about the past and present. Andrea returns to her Jag, burying her chapped face into her cold hands. The Jaguar remains in the cold night for several hours.

Chapter 2

It has been nearly three full days since the ground crumbled beneath her once-perfect future. She has slowly returned from herself imposed isolation. She now stands on the brink of being okay. As she sits on the A frame swing, the calm wind crosses her face. The barren oak trees reflect her love life. She watches as the last of the leaves drift from the old branches. Chloe begins to slide her thoughts toward the past. She recalls the night in the canteen where she followed Andrea under the guise of discussing a scheduling issue. The screen door squeaked as it closed behind her. She followed Andrea’s voice into the storage room. The pale light hid Andrea’s desires as Chloe took her hand. As her scarred hand rested in Chloe’s long smooth hand, the tension was building. Chloe remembers wanting Andrea. Her desires were boiling.

Her dreams end by the ringing of her phone.

Hello, Taylor.

You need to return. Your father found Craig, and he is in jail, Taylor panics.

What did he do? Chloe sighs.

Ray broke his nose and ribs. Chloe, your parents need you.

All right, I will be there by eight.

I will drop Ruth off at the courthouse. He is being arraigned at nine, Taylor adds.

Okay, tell Mom I will meet her there.

After a quick shower, Chloe secures the cabin and speeds toward Portland.

Meanwhile across town in Portland, a different conversation occurs. Ridley’s finger presses the end button after thanking the caller.

You have to do this. Put the conflict aside and take care of business. I know you are hurting, but this is your fault as well.

Andrea glances up from the newspaper and takes heed of the declaration. Knowing the words are accurate, the boss leaves the apartment with Ridley in tow, passing Chloe’s apartment.

The morning rush-hour traffic halts Chloe’s progress several blocks away. She has lost ten minutes. Settling for the first parking spot, Chloe dashes into the courthouse. Finally locating the correct courtroom, Chloe joins her mother as they wait for Ray to be escorted in. He is dressed in an unappealing jumper with his hands cuffed. The handcuffs are removed as he takes a seat. The judge notices Ray is without legal representation.

Mr. Conners, do you have an attorney?

No, sir, I was unable to hire one this weekend, Ray says with his head lowered.

Excuse me, Your Honor, Andrea Parker for the defense, Andrea offers, rising from the back row.

The swinging door swishes behind her. Chloe locks eyes with Andrea as her presence becomes larger than life.

Well, hello, Ms. Parker, it has definitely been a long time.

Yes, Your Honor, it has. How is your family? Andrea says as she stands next to Ray with a red dress shirt and jeans on.

We’re all getting older, he answers cheerfully.

She notices his glance at her attire. Apologies to the court for my informal attire. I landed a few minutes ago, and I was unable to change.

No apology is necessary. Now let’s hear the charges.

The young fresh-faced assistant district attorney begins, He is being charged with one count of assault with the intent to do bodily harm. One count of assault with a deadly weapon. One count of trespassing.

Ms. Parker, how does you client plead?

One moment to confer with my client, Your Honor?

Very well.

Leaning into her client, Andrea sneaks a peek at Chloe, Mr. Conners, what is your plea?

I am guilty.

My client pleads not guilty, Your Honor, Andrea says with a surprise on Ray’s narrow cheeks.

Since the not-guilty plea is entered, the trial is set for the third week in December, the judge states as he pencils the date on his calendar.

Your Honor, I am requesting bail for my client.

Do you have any objections, counselor? the judge asks the prosecutor.

No, sir.

I set bail for fifty thousand.

Thank you, Your Honor, Andrea says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.

Ray is led back, and Andrea escorts the Conners’ out of the courtroom. Andrea texts quickly.

They are stared at by the Meager family; Andrea only sees Chloe.

Ms. Parker, how am I going to find five-thousand this quickly? Ruth asks.

It is taken care of. My car is waiting in the lot. We will be with you shortly. Call me Andrea, she comments, offering a handshake.

I am not sure how we can repay you.

Let’s not worry about that now. I am sure we will figure something out, Andrea confidently replies as she shoots a glance toward Chloe.

Chloe is bewildered at Andrea’s timing. Her thoughts run wild as her heart beats faster watching Andrea walk away.

Andrea approaches Ridley as she waits for the receipt for the bail.

How did it go? Ridley asks as the receipt is handed to her.

Good.

Please tell me we’re doing this pro bono. After all, your damn plan caused this, Ridley adds.

Yes, but I am going to string Chloe along for a while. I want to see her competitiveness return.

I swear, why don’t you two just get it on? Ridley remarks with her usual wide grin.

Who says we haven’t? The game drives her wild. Besides, I can’t make it too easy, Andrea replies as Ray is escorted out.

Mr. Conners, this is my law partner, Ridley Hower. She will be heavily involved with your case.

Nice to meet you, Ridley remarks before offering her hand.

Where’s my family?

Do not worry, they’re outside waiting, Andrea answers as the sun beams into the large window and shines on her hair dark-chocolate hair.

Chloe and Ruth stand next to the white limousine with a young man looking on. As Craig emerges with his family, Chloe ignores him. He hobbles, holding his ribcage to speak with her.

Chloe, we need to talk, he pleads, reaching for her.

Chloe steps back, and Henry (Andrea’s driver) steps forward.

Sir, you need to step away, his deep Southern voice expels.

Craig is intimidated by the short, stocky driver. Craig’s brother intervenes and ushers him away.

The expression of joy brings a smile to Ridley as they witness Craig’s aggression. Ray walks ahead as his legal team remain on the top step.

You’re dead on about Craig being aggressive. How did you know? Ridley asks with admiration at Andrea’s ability to read people.

She had bruises on her wrist. She claimed it was from a file slipping down her arms. But our friend told me differently.

If Henry wasn’t there, how long would you have allowed his aggression? Ridley asks with the sun beaming.

Until Chloe was touched.

Damn, Chloe is beautiful. I hope you don’t play this game to long, Ridley says as her sarcasm is ignited.

Why?

Because I may have to pursue her, Ridley says, waiting for a sharp reply.

Good luck since I have Page on speed dial.

Ridley chuckles, hugging Andrea before they head in opposite directions. Ridley’s flight to Atlanta leaves shortly after the arraignment.

Andrea’s long stride carries her quickly to the car.

I have some details to cover with you, Mr. Conners.

If you do not mind, I would like to shower first. I was hoping for a ride home, Ray kindly speaks.

Sure, I am fine with a meeting there. Just give Henry the address.

Chloe slowly blinks, knowing she is in for a long desiring ride. Andrea allows her guest to enter first. She places her hand on Chloe’s back as they enter. Chloe’s nerves and anger collide as Andrea’s touch washes over her. Chloe sits across from her competitor with her parents on the opposite end.

So what brought you to Portland, and how did you know about my father’s dire issue? Chloe asks, prodding for information.

I was born here. I am considering relocating here from Atlanta. As for your father’s issue, well, we have a friend in common.

How do the two of you have a friend in common? Ruth inquires.

If you recall, Chloe and I were in camp together eight years ago. If I recall correctly, neither of you cared for our friendship, she explains, recalling the afternoon Chloe introduced them.

Their facial expressions become drawn. Chloe stares out the window, hoping and praying Andrea ends the reminiscing at that point.

I…I…I…, Ruth tries to say.

Take it easy. That was a longtime ago, and some feelings fade, Andrea maturely adds.

What about those that do not? Chloe quickly asks.

Well then, we must live with them, Andrea replies with a long stare.

Chloe avoids the prolonged eye contact by returning her stare out the window. However, Ray notices the long stare from Andrea.

So now that memory lane has ended, are we going to get down to business? Chloe asks, watching the traffic pass.

As Andrea opens her briefcase, Chloe notices her hand. The scars are bright red and appear to be throbbing. She feels sadness in her heart for Andrea’s past. Ruth notices the same scars.

Excuse me, Ms. Parker, if I may, what happened to your hand?

Please call me Andrea. And no, I do not mind you asking. It happened in an accident, Andrea answers as she favors her imperfect appendage.

Is there anything a doctor can do? Ruth inquires.

No, the nerves are damaged, and some even severed.

Chloe notices the tip of the red flag draping over the corner. She realizes Andrea is teasing her. Chloe deadens her expression as Andrea looks up.

As the limousine turns onto the road leading to her parents’ home, Chloe asks Andrea to stop the car.

Andrea, can Henry let me out here?

Sure. Andrea presses the intercom, asking Henry to stop the stretched car.

With the car halting, Chloe hops out. As the car continues, Andrea looks over her shoulder, noticing Chloe walking along the fence line. She did not expect that.

Why did she get out here? Andrea asks, wanting some insight.

She would walk along the fence and pet the horses as a child. Chloe often did this when something was troubling her. Considering the last three days, I am surprised she came to court, knowing Craig would be there, Ray answers.

Andrea has just fallen in love with Chloe even more. Watching Chloe rub the horses’ heads, Andrea sees a childlike part of Chloe.

The limousine arrives at their ranch-style brick home. Andrea steps out, looking at the childhood home Chloe often spoke of. The old pine tree has cones covering its base. There is a hint of peacefulness for Andrea as she looks around. As they approach the red front door, Andrea’s phone rings.

Hello, Andrea, speaking. Yes, I can. She turns to Chloe’s parents. If you will excuse me, Chloe is wishing to see me. I think she is wanting some assurances. Do you mind if we discuss your case while you are freshening up?

No, not at all. Come on, Ruth. You can start a pot of coffee, Ray says as he hurries inside.

Ruth hesitates before following him.

Andrea signals for Henry to remain parked. She leaves her briefcase in the car and walks down the gravel road. Spotting Chloe leaning over the black lacquered fence, a colt teases her. Andrea realizes she has nearly broken her will. Joining her at the fence, Chloe’s tears begin to stream. Andrea rustles the colt’s mane with her right hand as she drops her sore hand to her side.

Noticing the tears, Andrea’s heart breaks.

I will fix your father’s issue.

I know. But I am not sure if we are fixable, Chloe says, staring at the pasture.

"At least you used we. I can work with that," she remarks as a flicker of hopes shines.

"No, I don’t mean we in that way. I meant we as coexisting to help my father," Chloe says, stopping the hope.

You don’t have to worry. I will not tell them about us. Nor about the past. If you will it, I will have Ridley step in, and I will step back. She is more than capable, Andrea speaks to reassure Chloe.

I am not ashamed of our distant or recent past. You shattered my future and upended life.

I broke your heart, didn’t I? Andrea’s tone hallows as the damage she caused reaches her own heart.

"Yes. I am broken, and nothing really matters anymore. And no, you got him into this mess, and you will fix it," Chloe says with exhaustion.

You do care about something. You care about your father. I will make sure you keep him.

He is the only person you have not chased off, Chloe says, blaming Andrea for her loneliness.

Bullshit. Stop with the self-pity and get back at Craig by dating me.

Chloe sharply turns her head to stare at Andrea for the dating me comment.

Or hell, at least compete with me. Jesus, you’re not the first person to be cheated on, Andrea continues.

You’re right, I am not the first. But I bet I am the first to have my fiancé’s affairs splattered on a large screen at their celebration party by the person claiming to love me.

Yes, but I made my point, Andrea instantly replies.

Perhaps, but at the expense of someone that loved you.

You loved me? Andrea interjects as Chloe realizes she used the past tense.

I thought I once did. That was before I realized I was just another competition for you.

You were never competition when it came to love. Chloe, you are the finish line, Andrea says as her hand rests on Chloe’s.

For heaven’s sake, it was a lifetime ago, and I had moved on, before you walked into the train station. Why, Dre, did you have to comeback? Why?

Simply because I could never stop loving you. No matter who I was with, it was always you I saw, Andrea adds, grimacing with pain as she tucks her sore hand in her jacket pocket.

How bad is the pain?

Bad enough. I am sorry for hurting you. Doing that hurt me more, the tall brunette adds.

I had not thought about you until the Supreme Court decision on gay marriage was handed down. And then I started thinking about you and if you had celebrated that decision with someone. I had often wondered if you were okay and happy.

I was almost always okay…but rarely happy. I would often recreate us in my memories. That was the only time I could truly be happy. Being shunned by your gang did not bother me. I could have cared less. But when you stopped looking at and talking to me, I just gave up. I was truly sad because above everything else, you were my friend. Why did you quit being my friend? Andrea asks emotionless with her eyes staring at the midmorning skyline.

I never stopped looking at you. You awakened something inside of me that I never knew was there. I could not take any more humiliation they were pressing upon you. I figured if I stopped talking and hanging around you, then they would back off, Chloe finally answers the agonizing question that has haunted Andrea for years.

But they didn’t. It only worsened. Their verbal assaults turned physical. One on one, I could have tried defending myself, but three was too many, Andrea says, with the memories always just below the surface.

Sweetie, I did not know they were physically hurting you. I swear on my life.

With Chloe’s cool hands resting upon Andrea’s cheeks, Andrea continued, I know. I thought about not taking the flag on the last day, but I figured why not hurt the ones that hurt me? I thought there was nothing more they could do to hurt me since it was the last night. But I was wrong. That night, they did the most damage.

I went looking for you after I saw you in the cabin. Time had run out, and the bus was loading, Chloe says, touching her arm.

I know. I was standing in the tree line watching you step onto the bus. Do you know how easy it was to just stand there and not be noticed? That was the story of my life back then. As you stepped on the blue bus, I cried and cried even though you were not my friend any longer, Andrea says, staring at the pasture.

Oh my god, that night she slapped you in the restroom, you looked terrified of her, and I didn’t even get it. Andrea, I am so sorry. I should have stuck by you, Chloe says at the revelation of hell Andrea was feeling.

Chloe, I was never a fighter. Megan was the scrapper. I was always the gentle one. I just learned to survive and take the beatings.

A moment of silence hovers across the pasture as they stand looking out.

Your last day at camp, when you told me I was the reason you came back. I am sorry, I did not know what to say after you basically told me that you still loved me. All I could do was be heartless and gloat about the marriage date. And when we were in your cabin retrieving my laces, you took my hand and asked, ‘Please?’ I was so cold, by saying, ‘I can’t do this.’ I just got it. You didn’t necessarily want a lover. You wanted your friend. I am an idiot! I should have dragged you into the cabin and made love to you. But no, me and my tunnel vision watched you walk away instead, Chloe says with enlightenment.

Well, you said it, not me, Andrea remarks, watching Chloe’s expression.

You should say it, Chloe remarks as a smile crosses her face.

Don’t get me wrong. I absolutely love the way you feel, your lips, thoughts, smile, humor, tight skirts, flirting, and your insatiable body. Dear Lord, your body. Did I mention your body? Andrea smiles. I remember a scared, shy flat-chested, eighteen-year-old. I remember how her hand trembled with one graze. I also remember how beautiful she was lying in an open field. I miss talking with that young lady and how black-and-white her views were. I miss getting to know her and how we would laugh and talk for hours, Andrea adds, recalling their youth.

That was a long time ago, and I had tried moving on, Chloe says, trying to stop feeling what Andrea is recalling.

Considering it was just three weeks ago when you asked me to make love to you, ‘had tried’ is correct. Andrea’s short remark reaches Chloe.

Hadn’t you? Considering the Latino client in Miami. And what about Ridley? The way she wrapped her arm around you at the visitation, Chloe says, showing her jealousy.

Wow, you did notice?

So, did everyone that night. And what about the day of the funeral? I opened the box and saw the red flag, and by the way, how did you pull that one off? I was overjoyed at the way you cheated and let me win. I was excited to see you once more. But you were angry, and it was directed at me. All I wanted was a simple touch. I was prepared to touch you in front of the world. But you were hurtful, and I was your punching bag, Chloe says with a crack in her voice.

First of all, the Miami client was nothing. As for Ridley, she is my best friend and law partner. The flag bit was easy. I took it, Andrea says in defense.

What lawyer sleeps with their clients?

Hopefully, I will this time with my client’s child.

And there is the whole plan. You did all this for a follow-up?

No, I have had plenty of them. I did it for love, Andrea comments.

So you’re telling me you destroyed my life to show your love? Chloe angrily states.

No, I upended your perfect life to prevent a devastating divorce and you being a joke among the gang.

If you hate my friends so much, why did you not say anything about us eight years ago?

It was never about them. It was about your smile and how they would have turned on you, Andrea reveals how long she has protected Chloe.

Chloe raises her head to allow the sun to glisten her tears.

You were my first love. And still eight years later, my only true love, Andrea states, wanting nothing more than to hold her.

Losing herself in thought, Chloe becomes silent as the colt trots off. Seeing her distance, Andrea backs away.

Andrea heads toward the house, and Chloe stares at her back. She suddenly becomes angry and chases after her. Chloe grabs Andrea and twisting her around. Andrea raises her left hand, preventing Chloe from harming it.

What the f—are you doing? she shouts as her hand throbs.

Placing both hands on her cheeks, Chloe steps into Andrea, allowing their lips to touch. With their eyes locked on each other, Chloe grins.

If you want me, then you’ll have to earn me. And no more videos, secrets, or sneaking into my apartment, Chloe says sharply with an ornery grin. Then she steps away, leaving Andrea turned on.

That’s the Chloe I remember. Welcome back, Andrea says as a Cheshire Cat grin greets Chloe’s back.

Andrea is several steps behind Chloe as they approach the house. Henry retrieves the briefcase and follows. Chloe stops at the door before entering. With Andrea’s hand on her back, Chloe comments, My mom is a pain in the butt.

So, is her daughter. What’s new? Andrea comments with a winning grin.

I have a pot of coffee brewing. Anyone want a cup? Ruth says in her Suzie Homemaker voice as they enter. She hands Henry a cup then proceeds to show him the house. Andrea and Chloe join Ray in the kitchen.

Andrea, my dear, would you like something other than coffee? Ruth pauses to speak, noticing Andrea not filling her cup with coffee.

Yes, ma’am. Hot tea would be great.

Chloe, be a gracious host and make our lawyer a cup.

Moments later, Chloe hands Andrea a cup. Her hand steeps the tea bag in the hot water. Andrea then reaches in her briefcase. With her notepad placed on the vinyl tablecloth, she gets down to business.

Before we get started on my case, I have a question for the you, Andrea. Why were you on the stairs that night at the ballroom? Ray boldly asks.

Chloe stares at Andrea.

Because your daughter was about to marry a cheat. I was not going to let her become a joke in some men’s locker room.

I see. So, you humiliated her instead?

I guess so. However, that was not my intention. I would rather her be heartbroken now and not two years from now with babies in the picture, Andrea explains her reasoning.

With disbelief at her answer and how Andrea could watch her falling apart, Chloe begins feeling anger. He lowers his graying head and absorbs her words. Her anger at the deceit of another secret is revealed. Chloe excuses herself and heads for her old room.

Are you in love my daughter? Ray bluntly asks.

Yes, I have been for eight years.

I see. How does she feel about you?

That depends on the day, Andrea states with a crooked smile.

So you destroyed her life with Craig, caused me to go to jail, and you say you love her? Ray sarcastically comments.

Yes, sir.

Okay I get it. So you are capable of getting me out of this mess you started?

Absolutely, Andrea confidently says.

So what is your plan?

To win, I do not accept anything less, Andrea reveals, sipping on her tea.

Okay, but what is your plan for my only child?

To apologize and try to make this whole situation right, Andrea says, lowering her head.

Fine, but this stays between us. Do not tell Ruth about our conversation. Chloe perhaps, but first you need to fix things with her, he says, showing strength and understanding in his bluish-gray eyes.

Andrea looks past the living room and down the hall.

Her room is on the left at the end. And lock the door behind you. Ruth is nosy, he says as she smiles.

Andrea rushes down the short hall and past the den where Henry is being introduced to Chloe’s trophies. She stands at the unfinished pine door. Her thoughts return to camp and how she had wondered what Chloe’s room was like. Andrea knocks before entering.

Not now, Mom, Chloe states, annoyed with the intrusion.

Andrea steps in, pressing the thumb lock behind her. She leans against the door, waiting for Chloe to face her. Chloe does not oblige. She remains fixated on the woods next to her window. Andrea approaches. With her breast touching Chloe’s back, Andrea reaches around her waist. Her breath heats Chloe’s ear, allowing her tongue to trace her lobe. Chloe leans back, placing Andrea’s hand under her shirt, then turning in her arms to face her. Pulling Andrea into her as they fall against the window, Chloe accepts Andrea’s lips against her. With desire nearly clouding her control, Chloe fights to maintain her words from the gravel road. She ceases the kiss by stepping around Andrea.

Andrea notices the braided wristband on the table next to the window. With Chloe’s back to her, Andrea tucks it in her pocket.

So this is the room you always talked about?

You remember that? Chloe asks, amazed at her memory.

Yes, why?

I remember saying that on the rock that night we stood staring at the waves below.

Andrea notices a graduation picture above the desk. Chloe turns to look at Andrea.

This is your graduation picture? Andrea asks, brushing the photo with her thumb on her sore hand.

Yes.

The gang was always together, huh?

Yep, ever since grade school. Did you have a group you belonged to? Chloe asks as she walks to Andrea.

In grade and middle school, I was part of the ‘in’ crowd. As my sexuality became known in high school, I was slowly exiled.

You’ve been the odd man out for a long time, huh? Chloe observes Andrea lowering her head.

Something like that. So who is Bradley Regal? Andrea asks, looking at the back of his picture.

He was my first boyfriend. We were in third grade together. His parents moved away the summer going into fourth grade, Chloe answers, admiring Andrea’s jawline.

Has Heather always had that snobbish look?

Yeah, but she really isn’t that bad, Chloe remarks, hearing herself defend Andrea’s abuser.

Yeah right.

Chloe joins Andrea as she stands at her dollhouse, placing her hand on Andrea’s back. Getting lost in their semblance of a pleasant conversation, the both enjoy the touch.

My god, you were a ‘lipstick lesbian’ back then too? Andrea remarks before chuckling.

Hey, lay off the dollhouse. It was the ‘in’ thing, Chloe says, nudging Andrea’s shoulder.

Yeah, twenty years ago.

I would’ve liked to have seen your bedroom back then, Chloe states, thinking about what Andrea was like as a child.

What about now?

Andrea then tilts her head, and Chloe leans in. Resting her hand on Andrea’s jaw, Chloe presses her lips against Andrea’s. Their hair dangles onto Chloe’s shoulder while their tongues dance.

The moment of civility is interrupted by Ruth knocking.

Just a second, Mom. Chloe sighs with frustration. Damn, I was enjoying that, Chloe says as she lowers her hand from Andrea’s back.

Unlocking the door, Ruth barges in. Hey, what’s going on in here?

Sorry, Mrs. Conners, I must have accidently locked it when I came in. Chloe was showing me her bedroom. It will help with preparing a defense.

How can this old place be of any help? Ruth asks as she wipes the dust from the bookshelf.

Because it can show the state of mind Ray was in when his little girl was humiliated.

Well, I have a bunch of photo albums we could look at, if that will help? Ruth says, sliding a cocky grin at her daughter.

Ruth’s willowy frame and oval glasses remind Andrea of the perfect television mother of the 1950s.

No, Mom, that will not be necessary, Chloe interjects as embarrassment comes to mind.

Actually, Mrs. Conners, that would be a huge help.

Ruth rushes out. As Chloe follows behind, she whispers to Andrea, You can forget about me seeing your bedroom anytime soon.

You want to bet? Andrea says, following Chloe and placing her hand on her love’s back.

As the afternoon rolls into early evening, Henry notices the time.

Excuse me, Andrea, you wanted me to remind you of your early flight.

Yes, sir. I had almost forgot, thank you, Andrea replies, regretting her soon departure.

Chloe glances at the table, realizing Andrea will leave soon.

I have a red-eye to New Orleans. My client can’t seem to stay out of trouble, she says, preparing to stand.

Andrea, thank you for assisting today, Ray says as he offers his hand.

No problem, it was the least I could do for a friend’s parents.

When will we meet again? Ruth asks, showing a slight grin.

In a couple weeks or so. Why? Do you have more pictures? Andrea says, goading Chloe.

We need to let Andrea be on her way, Chloe says, ending the conversation.

Mr. and Mrs. Conners, if by chance something shall arise, please call me or Ridley. Avoid Craig and any place he may be, Andrea advises them, handing them her business card. Chloe, this applies to you as well. Nothing good will come from contact with him, Andrea adds before leaving.

As she steps inside, Chloe watches her leave. The limousine begins to roll away as the gravel sputters under the heavy tires. Suddenly the car comes to a stop, and Andrea steps out.

Chloe, would you like a lift? she offers with a seductive smile.

A look of pleasure comes over Chloe as she nods.

Mom and Dad, I will call you tomorrow, Chloe says, hugging them.

She hurries to her awaiting chariot.

Chapter 3

The cold wind is blocked by the open door. Chloe slides in, joining Andrea.

What time is your flight?

Not until two, she answers as the distance shortens between them, Andrea slides closer. I know my flight is nine hours from now, but I want to be alone with you, she says, slightly tilting her head and grinning.

Really? Is that why you’re unbuttoning my blouse?

Yep, Andrea says as her fingers reach the fourth button.

We do not have enough time, Chloe says, stopping Andrea’s fingers from advancing.

You know you want to.

Absolutely, but you will have to work much harder than this, Chloe says, pulling away.

How about dinner instead? Andrea asks, sliding away.

Are you asking me out? Chloe speaks while buttoning her shirt.

Yes, but it is only dinner, so calm your expectations of dessert.

Yeah, you’re the one offering a bedroom to me earlier, Chloe says with a smile.

I am sure you will give in sooner than later.

Only if you work for it, Chloe says, noticing Andrea reaching into her briefcase.

Andrea removes her hand cream.

Excuse me, Andrea, there appears to be a traffic jam on the bridge. We will have a brief delay, Henry says over the intercom.

No problem, Henry. This will give us time to discuss dinner.