Convicted
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Her eyes sprang wide. Her sadness for Simon dwarfed in comparison to her sudden panic for Tony. “No, you can’t! They’ll arrest you—I need you.”
“Maybe I can make a deal. I’ll tell them about everything with Catherine.”
Claire’s eyes filled with tears. When she wrapped her arms around the man she loved, the moisture spilled onto his chest. It had taken them a long time to reach this destination—not the island—the place of complete honesty. Claire didn’t want to lose it.
His voice resonated through their room, dominating the impending storm and echoing thunder. “You deserve to be with a man who’s faced his past. I can’t live with the threat that any day the FBI could come and arrest me in front of you or our child.”
“Tony, don’t do anything rash. Let’s work us out first, please.”
Tony smirked. “Now, I bet you wish we’d have talked about this before we were married. Then you could still say no.”
Claire shook her head from side to side. “No, you’re wrong. That’s a bet you’d lose. You’re laying your cards on the table, and I still think I’m the one coming out a winner. When I said I’d love you—no matter what you told me—I wasn’t bluffing.”
The morning sky lit with intense lightening. As the thunder roared, the skies opened and large raindrops fell, splattering the inside of their room. Tony and Claire jumped from their bed, their bare feet rushing from open door to open door throughout the house. By the time everything was secured against the storm, they were both drenched. Claire made her way to the bathroom, her nightgown plastered against her skin and droplets falling from her soaked hair. When she was about to take off the wet gown, Claire turned toward the doorway. He hadn’t made a sound. If he had, then it had been covered by the raging storm; nevertheless, she felt his stare and knew he was there.
“I am sorry.” Tony’s expression matched his apologetic words. Stepping into the bathroom, he straightened his stance. Claire expected more words of regret; instead, she heard. “I wasn’t—not even when we were at the funeral. I felt bad for you—I didn’t expect you to take it that hard, and though I tried to be supportive, I’ll admit—your grief upset me.”
She stared and tried desperately to register each of his words. “My grief?” She asked in disbelief. “What about his mother’s?”
“What about her?”
“You shook her hand—you talked to her—she told you that Simon admired you!” Each phrase was a little louder.
“I didn’t think about it. To me, the deed was justified. I made a business deal. Deals happen all the time.”
She stood silently and contemplated her husband. “Then why do you feel sorry now?”
He moved closer. “I don’t know if I can explain this, especially to you.”
Claire glanced to the mirror. In the opulent bathroom, in the middle of paradise, they both looked like drowned rats. Near their feet the puddle grew. “Try,” she said.
“I didn’t feel anything before—not just about Simon—about everything. It was why business was second nature to me. It’d always been about numbers and formulas.” He wrapped his arms around her lower back. “I’m not making excuses. You want the truth—that’s it. From the time my parents died until you were with me in Iowa—I didn’t feel. Sometimes I wonder why anyone wants to. Not feeling was a hell of a lot easier.”
Claire stepped forward, leaning her chest and midsection against him. “It can also feel good to feel.”
Tony wrapped his arms around her. “You’re cold. You need to get out of this wet nightgown.”
“I probably do, but I want to know more.” She buried her face in his chest. “There was a time I did what you’re saying, a time when I didn’t feel—I just remember it being very dark.”
He tilted her chin upward. “I probably don’t need to ask what or who caused that time.”
“It’s over. I can tell you who brought me out of it.”
His eyebrow cocked in question.
Her lips touched his and she asked, “So, does that make us even?”
Tony’s shoulder’s shrugged. “I doubt it. That dark time was a lot longer for me; you had more work to accomplish—to rescue me.” His lips grazed the top of her forehead and his eyes shimmered. “Your influence went beyond my personal life.”
“Oh?”
“You probably don’t remember, but one time you asked me about something, and I told you about a company. It was one I was considering buying. You asked me how I could buy a business and close it without thinking about the people.”
“Maybe I can make a deal. I’ll tell them about everything with Catherine.”
Claire’s eyes filled with tears. When she wrapped her arms around the man she loved, the moisture spilled onto his chest. It had taken them a long time to reach this destination—not the island—the place of complete honesty. Claire didn’t want to lose it.
His voice resonated through their room, dominating the impending storm and echoing thunder. “You deserve to be with a man who’s faced his past. I can’t live with the threat that any day the FBI could come and arrest me in front of you or our child.”
“Tony, don’t do anything rash. Let’s work us out first, please.”
Tony smirked. “Now, I bet you wish we’d have talked about this before we were married. Then you could still say no.”
Claire shook her head from side to side. “No, you’re wrong. That’s a bet you’d lose. You’re laying your cards on the table, and I still think I’m the one coming out a winner. When I said I’d love you—no matter what you told me—I wasn’t bluffing.”
The morning sky lit with intense lightening. As the thunder roared, the skies opened and large raindrops fell, splattering the inside of their room. Tony and Claire jumped from their bed, their bare feet rushing from open door to open door throughout the house. By the time everything was secured against the storm, they were both drenched. Claire made her way to the bathroom, her nightgown plastered against her skin and droplets falling from her soaked hair. When she was about to take off the wet gown, Claire turned toward the doorway. He hadn’t made a sound. If he had, then it had been covered by the raging storm; nevertheless, she felt his stare and knew he was there.
“I am sorry.” Tony’s expression matched his apologetic words. Stepping into the bathroom, he straightened his stance. Claire expected more words of regret; instead, she heard. “I wasn’t—not even when we were at the funeral. I felt bad for you—I didn’t expect you to take it that hard, and though I tried to be supportive, I’ll admit—your grief upset me.”
She stared and tried desperately to register each of his words. “My grief?” She asked in disbelief. “What about his mother’s?”
“What about her?”
“You shook her hand—you talked to her—she told you that Simon admired you!” Each phrase was a little louder.
“I didn’t think about it. To me, the deed was justified. I made a business deal. Deals happen all the time.”
She stood silently and contemplated her husband. “Then why do you feel sorry now?”
He moved closer. “I don’t know if I can explain this, especially to you.”
Claire glanced to the mirror. In the opulent bathroom, in the middle of paradise, they both looked like drowned rats. Near their feet the puddle grew. “Try,” she said.
“I didn’t feel anything before—not just about Simon—about everything. It was why business was second nature to me. It’d always been about numbers and formulas.” He wrapped his arms around her lower back. “I’m not making excuses. You want the truth—that’s it. From the time my parents died until you were with me in Iowa—I didn’t feel. Sometimes I wonder why anyone wants to. Not feeling was a hell of a lot easier.”
Claire stepped forward, leaning her chest and midsection against him. “It can also feel good to feel.”
Tony wrapped his arms around her. “You’re cold. You need to get out of this wet nightgown.”
“I probably do, but I want to know more.” She buried her face in his chest. “There was a time I did what you’re saying, a time when I didn’t feel—I just remember it being very dark.”
He tilted her chin upward. “I probably don’t need to ask what or who caused that time.”
“It’s over. I can tell you who brought me out of it.”
His eyebrow cocked in question.
Her lips touched his and she asked, “So, does that make us even?”
Tony’s shoulder’s shrugged. “I doubt it. That dark time was a lot longer for me; you had more work to accomplish—to rescue me.” His lips grazed the top of her forehead and his eyes shimmered. “Your influence went beyond my personal life.”
“Oh?”
“You probably don’t remember, but one time you asked me about something, and I told you about a company. It was one I was considering buying. You asked me how I could buy a business and close it without thinking about the people.”
