Rogue

They went skiing that afternoon in Sugarbush, and it was easy and fun skiing with him. She had never been as proficient as Blake, but she was a good skier, and she and Charles were at the same level and enjoyed the same runs. They were both relaxed and happy afterward, and she had put aside their little disagreement that morning about boarding school. He was entitled to his own point of view, as long as he didn't force the issue with her. She didn't hear from her children that night, and Charles was relieved. It was nice spending uninterrupted time with her. He took her out to dinner, and when they got back, he made love to her in front of the fire. She was amazed at how comfortable and at ease she was with him. It was as though they had been sleeping together forever, and that night they curled up in his bed. It was snowing outside, and Maxine felt as though time had stopped, and they were alone together in a magical world.

In Blake's house in Aspen, things were less peaceful than they were in Vermont. The stereo was blasting, Jack and Sam were playing Nintendo games, friends dropped by, and Daphne was determined to make Arabella's life as miserable as she could. She made rude, cutting comments, and snide remarks about the outfits Arabella wore. And whenever Arabella cooked, Daphne refused to eat. She asked her if she'd been checked for AIDS since she got her tattoos. Arabella had no idea how to deal with her, but she told Blake she was determined to hang in. He insisted they were good kids.

He wanted it to work with his kids. Daphne was doing everything possible to see that it wouldn't. And she was trying to rile the boys up against Arabella, but so far it hadn't worked. They thought she was okay, although her tattoos and her hair were a little weird.

Jack paid virtually no attention to Arabella, and Sam was polite. Sam had inquired about the bindi, and his father had told him that Arabella had worn them since she lived in India, and he thought it looked really pretty. Sam conceded that he did too. Daphne shrugged and told Arabella that they had seen so many women come and go in their father's life that they just couldn't be bothered anymore to get to know them. She assured Arabella he'd get rid of her within the next few weeks. It was the only comment she made that actually got under Arabella's skin, and Blake found her in their bathroom in tears.

“Sweetheart … baby … Bella darling … what's the matter?” She was crying as though her heart would break, and the one thing he couldn't stand was crying women, particularly those that he loved. “What happened?” Arabella wanted to tell him that his bitch of a daughter had happened, but she restrained herself, out of love for him. She was genuinely in love with him, and he was crazy about her too.

Arabella finally repeated the comment Daphne had made that had reduced her to tears. “It just scared me, and all of a sudden I was wondering if you really were going to dump me when we get back to London.” She looked at Blake with huge eyes and started crying again, as he put his arms around her.

“No one is dumping anyone here,” Blake reassured her. “I'm nuts about you. I'm not going anywhere, and if I have anything to say about it, neither are you. For a long, long time. I hate to say it, but my daughter is jealous of you.” He talked to Daphne about it later that afternoon, and asked why she was being so mean to Arabella. It really wasn't fair, and she had never done that to any of his girlfriends before.

“What's it about, Daff? I've had lots of women around, and let's be honest, some of them were just plain stupid.” Daphne laughed at his honesty. There had been some really dim-witted ones, beautiful but dumb, and Daphne had never gone after them, or even made fun of them.

“Arabella's different,” Daphne said reluctantly.

“Yeah, she's smarter and nicer than the rest of them, and a more reasonable age. So what's your problem?” He was annoyed at her, and it showed. She was making Arabella's life miserable for no reason.

“That's the point, Dad,” Daphne answered. “She's better than the rest of them … so I hate her …”

“Explain that to me.” He was completely baffled.

Daphne spoke in a soft voice, and suddenly looked like a child again. “I'm scared she might stick around.”

“So? What if she does, as long as she's nice to you?”

“What if you marry her?” Daphne looked sick at the thought, and her father looked stunned.

“Marry her? Why would I want to do that?” “I don't know. People do.”

“I don't. Been there, done that. I was married to your mom. I have three great kids. I don't need to get married again. Arabella and I are just having fun. That's all. Don't make such a big deal of it. We're not, why should you?”

“She says she loves you, Dad.” Daphne's eyes were huge. “And I heard you tell her that you love her too. People who love each other get married, and I don't want you to marry anyone, except Mom.”