Page 29 of Temptation

He winked at one of the physical therapists who passed. Jude had always been a bit of a flirt. Flaunting his wealth and charm. He reminded me of my cousin Jasper. And I worried that, like Jasper, Jude would never grow out of it.

“I’d love to.” I wrapped my arm around his shoulder, and we walked back through the tunnel.

This was a huge reason why I loved my job. Because I got to do something I loved with my son. We were building something together. This wasn’t just about family, but about a legacy. My grandfather, Huxley Graham, had always instilled that in us. And Jude was a big part of that.

“Dad?”

“Yeah?”

“I think it’s really nice what you’re trying to do for Kendall.”

Talk about twisting the guilt knife.

“Thanks. She’s a sweet girl, and she’s been through a lot.” I waved to the team doctor as we passed her in the hall. “Are we still on for dinner with Chrissy and her parents this weekend?”

I wanted to verify our plans, but also…I was curious. Would Jude have a change of heart about Chrissy now that Kendall was back in the picture?

“Yep. I was going to ask if you wanted to host and show off the new house, but…”

“With Kendall there, it could be awkward,” I said, finishing his thought.

“And you’re still interviewing chefs, right?”

I nodded. I’d had the Hartwell Agency send a few chefs to the house. I loved cooking, but I didn’t always have the time. Plus, I figured Kendall would let me feed her if she thought she was doing something to help me. If she thought it was about interviewing chefs, not spending time together.

“Why don’t we go out to eat?” I offered. “I’ll ask Graham to reserve a table at 76.” It was one of the restaurants at the Huxley Grand, and the food was phenomenal.

“Sounds great. Maybe Chrissy and I will get a room afterward. I think she’s expecting something to celebrate our anniversary.”

“How long has it been?”

“Two months.”

“Oh, um—” I cleared my throat so I wouldn’t laugh. “Congratulations.”

“What about you?” Jude asked, turning his gaze on me.

“What about me?”

“Are you going to bring a date to dinner?” He nudged me.

“Nah.” I smiled. “I’m more interested in spending time with you and getting to know Chrissy.”

“When was the last time you went on a date?” he asked.

“What’s with the sudden interest in my love life?” I teased, elbowing him back.

“I just—” He gave my shoulder a squeeze. “I want you to be happy.”

“I am happy,” I said. Though I appreciated his concern, I wondered where this was coming from. “I have a great family. A fabulous house. Amazing cars. A career I love.”

But my response to Jude’s comment made me realize how thin the veneer was. I’d filled my life with activities and accolades to avoid the feeling of emptiness always lurking just beneath the surface. Because despite everything I’d achieved, it still felt as if something was missing.

“But you’re alone,” Jude said.

“There’s a difference between being alone and being lonely,” I said, though the words had felt hollow lately.

“Yeah, but…” Jude sighed, and I was surprised by how introspective he suddenly seemed. “What’s the point of it all if not to share it with someone?”

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