These Arms of Mine

“What have you been up to today, dear?”

“Just the usual.” She smiled. “Have you been following doctors’ orders?”

“Yes, dear. I’ve been behaving.” Barbara rolled her brown eyes heavenward. “Honestly, I don’t know how much more rest and relaxation I can stand.”

“Mother…”

“I know. I know.” Barbara sighed heavily and then smiled slightly.

“You just continue to be a good girl, and Bobby and I will be around to make sure that you do.” Alesha grasped her hand and surreptitiously took her pulse.

Before her mother could respond, the front door opened and closed and Robert’s voice called out, “Mom? Alesha?”

“We’re in here, Bobby.” Alesha walked over to the bedroom door.

Seconds later her brother found them. He was about two inches taller than Alesha, though they both possessed the same café-au-lait coloring. Entering the bedroom, he bent down and placed an affectionate kiss on his mother’s forehead, brought out a beautiful bouquet of colorful flowers from behind his back and handed them to her. Alesha noted and engraved in her memory the happy look on her mother’s face. She would do anything to keep her that way forever.

“For the most beautiful lady in the world.” He smiled as he straightened to stand beside the bed.

“They’re lovely. Thank you.” Barbara brought the bouquet to her nose and sniffed appreciatively.

“Let me get you a vase for them.” Alesha took the flowers from her mother’s hands and glanced pointedly at Robert, silently communicating that he should follow her.

“Is there anything sinful to eat in the kitchen?” Robert’s brown eyes twinkled mischievously.

“Well, you know I’m not allowed,” Barbara complained, “but, there is some chocolate cake.”

“Perfect!” Robert smacked his lips in anticipation.

“Mother, what are you doing with a cholesterol-filled chocolate cake?” Alesha quickly returned from the doorway to glance at her mother disapprovingly.

“Relax, darling. I didn’t eat any. Antonia came by today and left it. I couldn’t turn her down, now, could I?”

“I suppose not.” Alesha sighed before adding, “I’ll be sure to take it with me when I leave—just to remove the temptation.”

“Sorry, Mom, but you know how she is.” Robert smiled sympathetically.

“I do, indeed.”

“Don’t you two start ganging up on me.” She wagged her finger at them good-naturedly. “Come on and get your cake.” Alesha pushed her brother ahead of her out of the room.

Robert’s eyes focused on the cake sitting on the counter. “Mmm, this looks great!”

When the door was safely shut behind them, Alesha spoke slowly and calmly, “I went to see Derrick Chandler today.”

“What?” He whirled to face her.

“Shh! I don’t want Mom to hear you.” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but firm.

“Why did you go see him? I thought you were going to stay out of this.” He’d lowered his voice, yet his tone remained angry.

“You decided that, not me.” She filled a vase with water. “I had to see if I could make him listen to reason.”

“Did you?” He knew the answer before she replied.

Turning her back on him to cut a slice of cake, she replied cryptically, “In a way.”

Robert walked around to stand in front of her, placing a finger under her chin and lifting her eyes level with his own. “What exactly does that mean?”

“He agreed not to press charges against you.” She hoped he would leave it at that for now.

“If…” He knew there had to be an if.

She gave him his cake, took a deep breath and released it slowly before replying, “If I agree to marry him.”

Robert nearly dropped the plate onto the countertop. He stared at his sister, horrified.

When he spoke, his voice was barely controlled. “Please, tell me you’re joking.”

She walked away from him to stare out the kitchen window. “I wish I was, but you know I wouldn’t joke about this.”

“Damn him!”

Alesha quickly walked to his side and placed a restraining hand on his arm. “Be quiet! Remember, Mom is just down the hall. We can’t let her know what’s going on.”

When he spoke next, his tone was lower, but just as enraged. “I hope you told him what he could do with his idiotic proposal!”

She remained silent, lowering her gaze from his. Robert’s heart skipped a beat at her demeanor.

“Alesha, you didn’t agree to this insanity, did you?” He watched her closely.

She raised her eyes and responded truthfully, “He’s given me until tomorrow to decide.”

“There’s nothing to decide. There’s no way I’m going to allow you to sell yourself to him to save me! I knew what I was doing when I took that money. I’ll suffer the consequences for it.”

“Bobby, even though you were wrong to embezzle from him, I won’t let you go to jail if there’s anything I can do to stop it.”

“I won’t let you do this.” He was equally unyielding.

“You can’t stop me.” She shook her head. “If Mother finds out what you did and you’re sent to prison, the shock would kill her—you know that.”

“But, Alesha…”

“No buts.” She placed silencing fingers on his lips. “I can’t risk losing either of you. If that means I have to marry Derrick Chandler, then I’ll marry him.” She wished she felt as calm as she sounded.

“You’re a wonderful sister, but I will not allow you to marry someone you don’t love to save me.”

He turned and left the kitchen. She ran after him, but reached the front door only in time to see his car pulling away.

She closed the door and sighed. Her decision was already made—it had been the very second Derrick had made her the offer. She would do whatever it took to save her loved ones, even if it meant sacrificing herself in the process.

Cam’s mouth was wide open in shock. “What did you say?”

Derrick laughed heartily before reiterating, “I’m getting married.”

“To whom? When? How?” Cam shook his head vigorously as he fought to comprehend his friend’s unexpected announcement.

“To Alesha Robinson and very soon.” He chuckled at Cam’s understandable confusion.

“Who?” He frowned as he racked his brain to put a face to the name he instinctively knew he should recognize.

“Robert Robinson’s sister.” Derrick played with the slender stem of his wineglass.

“Robert Robinson?” Then leaning closer to Derrick and lowering his voice so as not to be overheard, he asked, “The dude who embezzled from your campaign?”

“The one and only.” Derrick nodded before bringing the glass of wine to his lips.

“Have you lost your mind?”

Cam’s question was relayed so earnestly that Derrick couldn’t refrain from laughing out loud again. He had laughed more today than he had in a very long time.

“You’re the one who said I needed a wife.” His gray eyes twinkled with merriment.

“I know, but…”

“Cam, this is perfect.” His countenance was that of a kid set loose and given free rein in a candy shop. “It’s a business arrangement, no emotional entanglements—just a plain, simple agreement that I will end once it’s served its purpose.”

It was also an opportunity he had waited two years for, a chance to exorcise the demons Alesha’s abrupt departure had left in her wake. He was certain once he had some answers, and maybe even a measure of retribution, he would be able to permanently purge the tenacious memories of their past association from his mind and heart once and for all.

“Which is what?”

“To help me get elected, of course.” Derrick sighed loudly. Boy, was Cam being dense tonight!

Cam’s eyes took on a seriousness that was relayed by his next words. “Sometimes when we think we have something figured out, it takes on a life of its own and goes in directions we never expected.”

“What am I going to do with you?” Derrick raised his eyes heavenward in exasperation at his friend’s prophetic statement. “If I don’t do what you suggest, I never hear the end of it, and if I take your advice, I get prophecies of doom and gloom.”

“When I suggested marriage, I wasn’t referring to the farce you’re contemplating.” Cam took a much-needed gulp of his wine.

“Never again.” Derrick adamantly shook his head.

“Derrick, you’re my best friend. I’d like to see you happy.” He lowered his glass to the table.

“I appreciate that, buddy, and I am happy. I’m also going to marry Alesha—on my terms.”

“She’s agreed to this?”

“Not yet, but she will tomorrow.” His voice was confident as he fingered the slender stem of his wineglass.

“How can you be so sure?” He couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that there was more to his friend’s inane proposal than met the eye.

“She doesn’t have a choice. It’s the only way to save her brother.”

“She might surprise you. Maybe she’ll decide the price is too high to pay.” Cam played devil’s advocate.

“She won’t.” His short response was delivered confidently.

“Why won’t she?”

“As I said before, she doesn’t have a choice.” Derrick hadn’t noticed his tone turn somewhat cold.

“I get the feeling you know this lady—very well. Have you met her before?”

“Two years ago.” Derrick silently cursed himself for slipping up in front of Cam, of all people.

“Wait a minute.” His eyes reflected understanding. “Is this the same Alesha you dated briefly?”

“She is.” He didn’t see any reason in denying it.

“The one you abruptly stopped seeing, which sent you into one of the longest and foulest depressed moods of your life?”

“You’re exaggerating.” Derrick took a suddenly much-needed swig of his drink. Cam wasn’t exaggerating. If anything, he was being kind.

“No, I’m not.” Intense eyes bore into his. “You wouldn’t talk about her—not even to me.”

“There was nothing to say.”

“Really? I didn’t believe you then and I don’t now.”

“Cam, we dated once or twice, it didn’t work out and we ended it.” He silently cursed the nerve in his jaw that was pulsing erratically.

“We both know there’s more to it than that.” He refused to be silenced. “I was there, remember? I know what happened to you shortly after the breakup.” At Derrick’s continued silence, Cam asked, “Are you out for revenge?”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Cam’s astute observations and Derrick’s own contradictory feelings as far as Alesha was concerned made him uneasy, although his words appeared confident.

“I think you should reconsider this.”

“There’s nothing to reconsider. I’m going to marry Alesha and that’s that.” Derrick’s tone was firm and final.

“Derrick, are you sure…”

“Yes, absolutely.”

“How do you plan to pull this off?” He knew when it was useless to try to reason with his friend, and this, unfortunately, was one of those times. “Alesha will be in the limelight all the time. I assume you realize the public must perceive your marriage as real.”

“Of course.” Derrick shook his head in agreement. “In public, we’ll appear as a couple very much in love. You, Alesha, Robert and I are the only ones who will know about our arrangement.”

“And what about privately?” Cam leaned forward, studying his friend closely. “What do you expect, and—more importantly—want from Alesha privately?”

“Mr. Chandler, it’s time for you to take your place onstage.” Both men turned in the direction of the man who interrupted them.

“Certainly.”

Derrick smiled and stood, grateful to escape his friend’s last probing question.

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