Part 22 (1/2)

She didn't want to let Anthony have any more of her soul than she'd already lost to him during their marriage. The only problem was, she couldn't completely discount the fact that her ex might be just a little right, too.

”What about the fact that I didn't tell you I was here until I needed you to step in with James to keep the fellows.h.i.+p from slipping away? Or what about the fact that I wanted to be with you for so long, but was so afraid to actually tell you how I felt-that I created this lie and pulled you and your family into my messed-up life? What if some part of what Anthony is saying about me, about the way he thinks I use people, is actually true?”

”Stop it.”

Ryan put his hands on her shoulders, but even though he was holding her firmly in front of him, his fingers on her skin were gentle. Loving.

”You reached out for me because I'm your friend and you were in an ugly situation. I came because I love you and would do absolutely anything for you. If you think I give a rat's a.s.s what anyone else thinks about you and me and our relations.h.i.+p, then you're going to make me question everything you just told me in bed this morning.”

His eyes held hers, dark, intense, and full of unconditional love.

”Don't do that, Vicki. Don't even think about taking it back, not after I've waited so G.o.dd.a.m.ned long to know that you feel the same way I do.”

Tears spilled down her cheeks. ”I would never take it back.”

Finally, he smiled at her as he brushed his thumbs across her cheeks. ”I would never let you.” His phone rang again and he cursed when he looked down at the screen. ”I've got to get on the team plane.” He cupped her face in his hands. ”Promise me you won't let any of the stupid things some a.s.shole said in an interview get in the way of finis.h.i.+ng your brilliant sculpture. Especially not when you know he probably made sure that interview ran to coincide with his joining the fellows.h.i.+p board this week. You gave him ten years. He doesn't deserve even one more second.”

Vicki had been on the move her whole life. She could feel that desperation to leave-to bury the past, to start over again in a place where her past didn't matter and no one knew her-starting to take her over. If she left, she could still hold these memories of being so close to Ryan this past week inside herself forever. And no matter how far she went, she knew she would never forget what it felt like to be in his arms, to feel safe and cherished.

But...leaving Ryan once when she was just a teenager had nearly destroyed her.

How could she even think about running from him now?

Especially when his open arms were the only place she ever wanted to run to again-and he was oh so right about Anthony not deserving even one more second of her energy.

A heartbeat later, his hands were in her hair and her mouth was under his as he kissed her so thoroughly, so pa.s.sionately, that everything fell away but Ryan...and how much she loved him.

When he finally let her go, she didn't open her eyes right away, just let herself feel the hard, fast beat of his heart beneath her outstretched palms as she worked to catch her breath.

”All those years that he and I were together, I ignored that little voice that told me something wasn't quite right with our marriage. It was so much easier to listen to his voice and to everyone around me who said I'd be crazy not to want him. And he was so smooth, always had the perfect excuse for everything. I thought I could make him into the husband I needed. Over and over that last year we were together, I dreamed I was trying to carve marble with my fingers. I longed for tools to chip, to carve, to sand. But all I had were my hands, and they weren't enough. I could give my entire life over to it and still wouldn't have made even the slightest dent in the rock. The dreams stopped the night I left.”

She opened her eyes back up and held Ryan's gaze as she admitted, ”I'm still learning to listen to that little voice.”

”What is it telling you?”

She went up on her tippy-toes to press a kiss to his mouth before whispering against his lips, ”To give you that promise.”

And to love him with her entire heart...and soul.

Ryan had barely closed the front door behind him when her phone rang. The past few days she'd gotten used to ignoring the calls from reporters and bloggers, but when she recognized the Italian country code, she knew she had to pick up.

Of course Anthony wouldn't be happy with merely giving the horrible interview. He'd want to make sure she saw it so that he could rub it in her face.

d.a.m.n it, she wasn't going to let him run her in circles. ”Your tricks don't work on me anymore, Anthony, so you might as well quit trying.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. ”Signorina Bennett?”

Oh! It wasn't her ex-husband calling. It was an Italian woman. One who was clearly confused by Vicki's outburst.

”Si, I'm sorry, this is Vicki Bennett.”

”I apologize for calling you with no warning,” the woman said in perfect English with a pretty Italian accent. ”I am with the Museum of Contemporary Sculpture in Matera. We have been reviewing your work for the past few months and I am calling with some very good news. We have selected a dozen of your works to be put on display, and would be very pleased to offer you an artist-in-residence position.”

While she'd been in Prague, Vicki had sent packages to a dozen museums around the world with artist-in-residence programs, deciding she would let fate be her guide.

She'd thought fate had chosen San Francisco. And Ryan.

What the heck was fate up to now?

Knowing the woman likely expected her to accept on the spot, Vicki finally managed to at least say, ”I'm thrilled that you've chosen my sculptures for your museum, of course, but-”

The women cut her off by informing her of a much larger yearly artist-in-residence grant amount than she would make in San Francisco.

If she even won the fellows.h.i.+p.

”We would like to give you some time to consider the position, of course. But we absolutely must know by the end of the week so that we can prepare the exposition and accompanying literature in time for your arrival. I'm sure you understand our position. We have emailed you all the details.”

The woman did not have to spell it out any further. If she didn't accept within a week, the opportunity would go to another sculptor.

And she would have lost the biggest chance she'd ever had.

Taking the residency in Italy was about more than that. Because it meant it didn't matter if she got the San Francisco fellows.h.i.+p anymore. Which meant that she didn't have to worry about James or Anthony...and she and Ryan wouldn't have to pretend to be engaged anymore.

But it would also mean leaving Ryan.

Yes, she knew they could probably figure out a way to make a long-distance relations.h.i.+p work, at least for the first few months after the season ended and his schedule was more flexible. But as soon as next baseball season began, nine months would go by before he would be able to get a plane to Europe.

She pulled the ring out from under her s.h.i.+rt and instinctively curled her hand around it. It wasn't real.

But could it become real with more time? With more honesty? With more risk?

And more faith?

Vicki promised the woman she would read through everything carefully, and that she would have an answer for her soon.

Chapter Twenty-four.

As soon as Ryan boarded the Hawks' team plane, he was pulled into a strategy session with the pitching coach and catcher to study the lineup of the opposite team and go over the strong and weak points of every hitter. He already had a good sense of who was hot, who chased the fastb.a.l.l.s, and which batters he could fool with his changeup. Good enough that his brain kept spinning back to Smith's concerned phone call and the way Vicki's face had fallen when he'd told her about the interview with her ex.

Smith had gotten back in touch to ask if there was anything Ryan wanted his PR team to do. Clearly, his brother was perfectly happy to use his connections to take down Vicki's ex, especially within a community of ultra-rich movie people who had probably thrown plenty of money the sculptor's way over the years.

It was really tempting to let Smith do that, just as he'd been all for his brother taking James apart. But Ryan couldn't forget what Vicki had said that first night at the c.o.c.ktail lounge. ”If I win the fellows.h.i.+p, I want to know that it was because of the quality of my work.”

Smith and Marcus and the rest of the well-connected Sullivan clan could easily pull every trick and favor in the book for Vicki. But doing that would strip away her victories just as badly as her ex-husband had stripped them from her during their marriage.