Lena felt her whole body stiffen and she actually felt her jaw drop open as the reporter continued.
“Reports mention a ‘stunning red head and a buxom brunette’ were arguing over the smokin hot chef on Friday night at his restaurant, Exquisite. Now ladies, since we’ve just let the whole country in on one of our city’s best kept secrets you home town girls better hurry and snatch him up before he gets snagged by an outsider. Reports keep tossing around the number 34 like this should be the next lottery number you play however, sources confirm that this would be the number of women the hunky chef has dated looking for love. So come on ladies time to get down to Exquisite and see if you can stand the heat in the kitchen.”
Lena felt all the blood drain from her face and watched in complete horror as the show cut to commercial. Now it all started to make sense. No wonder he hadn’t called her he must be furious with her right now. Oh god, what on earth had she been thinking when she’d thrown that unforgivable fit of jealousy in his place of business? She would’ve had him castrated if he’d done that to her at the hospital. She turned and was walking to the door when she heard one of the women behind her.
“Heck if I was a little younger I’d be running down to that place myself.”
Lena closed her eyes took a breath and walked out of the room mortified. She quickly made her way back to her office completely ditching the idea of eating, and walked in shut her door and picked up the phone. She dialed his cell phone not really knowing what she’d say but when she got his voicemail she paused for a moment before continuing.
“Langley, ahh, hi it’s Dr O’Donnell. Lena.” she paused rolling her eyes at her own stupidity. She let out a deep sigh then continued, finding out for the first time in her life that she was horrible at groveling, and even worse at apologizing.
“I just saw a report on the television this morning about the restaurant. Actually it was more about you. They had a great picture of you on the report by the way.” she stopped and winced, “Listen I’m calling to tell you I’m sorry. I’m assuming that’s why you haven’t called me because you’re pissed off.” she stopped leaning back in her chair. “I don’t blame you, I’d be pissed off at me to. Let me tell you this though then I’ll leave you alone.”
Taking a deep breath she shut her eyes and took courage in both hands. “I didn’t want anyone in my life until you fought your way into it and I miss hearing from you, even if it is just to argue,.” she laughed a little at that, “and Mason? I want to be number 34. So pick me not the stunning redhead.” then with that she hung up the phone.
Chapter Fourteen
Two weeks went by very slowly when you were waiting for some kind of sign that you hadn’t messed up the single best thing that had happened to you, Lena discovered as she walked into Precious Petals Monday night. Last night she’d sat through a very awkward dinner with her parents where they tiptoed around her and tried unsuccessfully to get her to go with them on Sunday morning to visit Carly’s grave. She just wasn’t ready and for some reason they just wouldn’t leave her alone about it. This just made her even more annoyed when added to the fact she was still pissed off that Mason hadn’t called her back.
Really she should’ve been happy he’d had never called. She’d wanted him gone from her life only days before that disastrous interview and he’d done it for her. However, she couldn’t help but hate the fact that she’d called and left that horribly embarrassing, soul bearing voice mail. She could just imagine the great laugh he’d every time he thought about it. Asking to be number 34. What had she been thinking? Or worse, he probably kept it and hit replay just so he could remind himself what an absolute moron she was.
Sighing she moved into the store walking through the flowers. Lena hadn’t seen or heard Catherine when she walked in and she was happy just looking around being alone with her thoughts. Eventually she knew Catherine would pop her head out and come help her because the chimes had sounded above the door. She was bending down to smell a beautiful red rose when she heard a familiar voice behind her.
“Can I help you?”
Mason watched Lena spin around so quickly he thought she may just loose her balance, but right before she toppled over he reached out and steadied her with his hand. She quickly moved back a step wrenching her arm free from his touch and he immediately dropped his hand down by his side. He had to admit he was surprised and a little bit taken aback to see her. He’d forgotten his mother had told him she was a frequent customer of her store and as he stood there in front of her, wearing one of his mothers work aprons, he could tell she was trying to work out what the hell he was doing there.
She looked around him then frowned as she tipped her chin up to look at him. “What are you doing here?” she finally demanded of him.
Not so much as a hello or how are you, just typical Lena style, get right to the point.
“Working.” he answered in a way he knew would grate on her nerves. He was right because as he stood there he watched her jaw clench and her eyes roll.
“Working? Here? At Precious Petals?”
Sighing he lifted his hand to run it through his hair. It’d been a horrible week for him. His mother had been rushed to the hospital last Tuesday after suffering a mild heart attack. He really thought he’d been going to loose her and he hadn’t quite known what he would do about it. Rachel had been a mess not being able to cope with the thought of losing their mother so quickly after their father, so he’d been consumed with trying to hold it all together.
Not to mention the shit storm that had hit after that horrible magazine article. So even though he’d wanted to call Lena a hundred times to explain, he just didn’t have it in him and honestly he wasn’t even sure she would care. Right now as she stood in front of him he was starting to think that may be the case.
“Yes at Precious Petals. My mother owns the store.” he watched her suck in a deep breath as her eyes widened and everything seemed to click together into place for her.
“That’s why you were delivering flowers that day?”
Nodding once he crossed his arms over his chest. She stood rigid with her hands by her side looking as though if he touched her she would crack.
“Where’s Catherine then? I don’t think she’s ever taken a day off in all the..” she trailed off toward the end of the comment when she realized she must have given away more than she wanted to. See that was the problem right there, Mason thought shaking his head slowly, she had to many secrets and didn’t want to share. She was like walking through a room full of minefields.
“She’s in the hospital at the moment.”
The only way he could explain the look that came over her face was one of pure horror. Her hand flew up to cover her mouth as she gasped in a deep breath of air. Then she asked quickly. “Is she ok? Which hospital?”
“She’s doing fine Dr O’Donnell. I assure you she is in the best care at St Luke’s.”
She blinked twice seeming to digest that. “I know I don’t have any right but can I ask what happened?”
Mason finally felt himself relax a little. It was obvious that Lena cared about his mother. After all she’d been coming to her store for a little over nine years, if his memory served him correctly.
“She had a mild heart attack last Tuesday here in the shop.”
Her eyes start to water and suddenly he found himself taking a step closer and reaching out to cup her arm. This time she didn’t pull back but he watched as her bottom lip started to quiver. It looked as though she was going to burst into tears. Over a virtual stranger? As far as he knew they were just employee and customer but apparently there was a lot more going on here.