At some point over the past decade of Chase Rhovnik?s life, charity events started blurring together. This one was supporting arts in schools or a soup kitchen or a mentoring program or a back to work program or maybe it was to raise awareness for some horrible disease. They were most often filled with all the right faces trying to be seen in the right place and have their photograph taken as they walked in.
When he expressed his thoughts on these events to his grandmother or Sophie they would admonish him severely. Money was raised. Good was done. Their ancestral duty to give back expanded beyond waging war and backroom politics. Sometimes the best way to better the lives of others was to simply put on designer clothing, attend a lavish gala, drink booze, eat well, and write a large check. Or at least that?s what they claimed. Chase couldn?t believe that women as intelligent as Elsie and Sofia actually bought that the ills of the world could be solved at fancy parties over the finest booze.
Although located in a historic pale brick building across from the picturesque banks of Central Park?s reservoir, the Neue Galerie was the last place in the world that Chase Rhovnik wanted to be. However, a summons from Elsie Rhovnik was not something that he ignored. Hell, there were very few people brave enough to turn their back when the Rhovnik matriarch demanded their company.
Thankfully, though, the uncomfortable conversation that he had been called back to RhyDin for had been limited to the flight from Cleveland to New York and, since even Elsie couldn?t stand more than an hour or two socializing at this event, soon they would be in the Rhovnik jet on their way back to Cleveland and he could then return to RhyDin. He frowned a bit harder at the oil painting before him, studying the subject -- a green poplar tree in a field of willowy yellowing grass blowing in a breeze -- as if it were a complex subject. Perhaps, he hoped, if he looked taken by the painting he would be left alone in peace.
?You look like crap.?
No such luck.
The voice needed no face. Chase knew who was standing behind him merely by the sound of her voice. Yet, he still turned on his heels to level his gaze on his younger sister. When had his awkward sister grown up into such a stunning beauty? Gone were the unbrushed pigtails of a flat brown color and instead her hair was warmed with golden highlights and slightly wavy at chin length, giving it an unfussy look that still managed to be elegant. Grass-stained jeans had been replaced by a lavender gown that was draped as if in a tailored ode to her feminine figure. Striking deep almond colored eyes of a rich honey color that had been hidden behind coke bottle glasses were now corrected thanks to LASIK eye surgery and accented by a light layer of champagne and bronze eye shadow. Chase released a heavy exhale. There was nothing he could do about what the passage of time had done to little Kat.
He cleared his throat as he found his voice and returned his gaze to the painting before him. ?That?s nice, Kat. Real nice. What are you doing here? Does Princeton actually make you take classes or are they just handing out degrees now??
Although, no answers seemed to be expected to Chase?s questions, Kat eagerly snapped back in a dry tone. ?Funny. I know you tend to be a bit out of touch but it?s Saturday. Grandmother wanted me to come tonight so she could introduce me to the son of one of the old families.?
The news brought new tension to Chase?s shoulders. She was too young for talk of marriage and what constituted a good match. He could sense the change in his own posture and he knew full well he should curb it in public. Yet, it wasn?t in his nature to hide his emotions. He?d never be as good at acting as Andrea or Kat were. ?A year ago you were telling Sophie that times have changed and we shouldn?t be subjected to arranged marriages. Why are you now letting Grandmother play matchmaker??
?Well, I haven?t been doing all that great of a job picking my own guys so I decided that it can?t hurt to meet the ones Grandmother and our aunts choose, right?? Kat?s flippant answer and the grin over her glass of champagne were not what Chase wanted to hear. His dark eyes scanned the room, ignoring the exhibitions as he tried to figure out just which of the tuxedoed young men Elsie Rhovnik had her eyes set on for his baby sister.
Since it seemed that he would not state the reason for his visit on his own, Kat was left to pose the question. Thankfully, she was wise enough to keep her voice low. Among the room?s chatter, the siblings? conversation was drowned out. ?Why aren?t you in RhyDin? Did Grandmother call you in to discuss Cait with you? I told you she would. She and Sophie are so not happy with that whole situation.?
?Could you talk any louder?? Chase whispered even though Kat was keeping her voice too low to be overheard. Always cautious of having his business aired out, particularly business so against his grain, he drew away from the crowd towards an unremarkable 18th-century marble statue of a hound that was, unsurprisingly, not attracting much attention.
Chase held out hope that Kat wouldn?t follow and would instead become distracted in the room full of priceless pieces of art, designer gowns, and privileged patrons. That slippery mist of hope faded quickly. She did not give him relief from the interrogation but instead casually followed and allowed her eyes to settle on the hound as she struck an elegant pose with the champagne flute held loosely in hand. The Rhovnik women seemed to be innately aware of their lines and the light to be able to best determine how to stand to appear the very image of the aloof, mysterious heiresses that they were. Always beautiful. Always unattainable. Always poised. Even if it was a complete and utter lie. ?So? What did Grandmother have to say??
There was no point in dodging Kat?s questions further. She would just keep on until he broke. It was best to just get the uncomfortable conversation over with so that they each could return to what they did best -- she to mingling and he to brooding. ?She wanted to know if I was serious about Cait,? Chase responded, hoping he sounded nonplussed.
Kat?s brown eyes danced back to Chase, arching a brow curiously. ?And? Are you??
?I told her that I like spending time with Cait. She made it clear that such a connection would do the family no good and I pointed out that there's lots of us that can make matches for the good of the family. Hell, Sophie's marrying a baron this fall,? Chase stated in a low tone just above a whisper. His watchful eyes landed on a magnificently dressed gray-haired lady who had brought her much younger escort dangerously close to the siblings. Afraid she?d over hear, he stepped away as if no longer interested in the hound and pretended to be suddenly drawn to a charcoal drawing in a quiet corner. A roughly drawn male figure seemed to be battling against a vicious wind as a gigantic mosquito-looking creature soared over head. And this was considered a highly acclaimed collection? Despite all Sophie?s not so gentle tutelage and having gotten wrapped up in her thefts of art and antiquities over the years, an appreciation for art had never formed.
Kat followed his path, watching him expectantly to spur a continuation of Chase?s comments. He cleared his throat uneasily, not daring to glance back at her. ?Because of the role Grandmother has me fill in this family no loving father is going to be party to arranging the marriage of his pretty, well-adjusted daughter with good connections to me. I?m bad news. I do the worst of the family's business and the girls from good families that are interested in me are the ones looking to piss off their fathers for a little while and get attention. I have no problem doing what she wants me to do but in exchange I want a bit of space from her matchmaking.?
?That doesn?t answer the question, though. You?ve been dating this girl for months now. I can?t remember you showing interest in any girl that long except for--? Kat seemed to think better about finishing that statement. Maybe she sensed Chase turning rigidly tense beside her. It had been years since Kat dared to mention Zoe?s name in front of him. Not after everything that had happened.
She lifted her glass for a sip, admiring the work before them in silence for a moment before she tried again. ?Are you serious about Cait?? There was something more there in Kat?s gentle tone than the cat-like curiosity of a younger sister. It took a moment to identify it but there was no denying it once he had. Hope. Kat hoped that he was serious about Cait. She hoped that he had found a measure of peace, a measure of happiness in their violent, turbulent world.
But how was he supposed to respond to that question?
Cait was exactly the sort of woman he had no business spending time with. She didn?t know his reputation with women nor with violence and no matter how many times he explained it to her, she stubbornly continued to see him through rose-colored glasses. Her loser of an ex had called her ?Lizzy? after the main character in her favorite Jane Austen novel but her character resembled the elder sister, Jane, much more than it did Lizzy. Her temperament was far too sweet to be capable of seeing the rot that grew in the gut of the wicked. How could he be serious with a woman that he desperately wanted but, during moments of sanity when he could clear his head enough of her allure, tried to drive her to fear him with tales of his past and warnings that he would never change?
A look of expectant impatience had settled on Kat?s features. Yet, he was saved from having to form a response by an elderly gentleman that had stepped up to place his hand on the crook of Kat?s elbow. As she turned towards the welcomed intruder, he showered her with a cheerful smile eager to be the subject of the famous charm that seemed so innate in the Rhovnik women.
He wasn?t disappointed. Kat?s face lit with a smile that seemed to come from a place of uncontrollable delight. The lifting of her lips only came after the smile crinkled the skin around her large brown eyes and brightened them with joy. Only someone that knew her as well as Chase would know that it was all an act. ?Mr. Collins! I had no idea you would be here tonight. It has been far too long. You remember my brother, Chase, of course??
Mr. Collins stiffened as Chase?s name crossed Kat?s lips and his eyes immediately jumped towards the younger man. Clearly, he had not yet seen Chase standing there. He couldn?t fault the man for overlooking him when he was standing beside Kat. Reflexively, Chase?s lips turned up into a rakish smile in response to the look of disapproval that Mr. Collins leveled on him even as he racked his mind for a memory as to why this man would have such a reaction to him.
?I do. I hope you are well, Mr Rhovnik,? Mr. Collins answered tightly as if the mere sight of him was offensive. It was a statement, not a question. He was not inviting further conversation from Chase. Kat arched a brow at her brother while Mr. Collins attention was still on her brother in an unspoken question as to what exactly he had done to cause that reaction. The brow immediately fell as Mr. Collins pointedly turned his back on Chase to soak in Kat once again.
Collins. Samuel Collins. Father of Georgia Collins. Georgia had been just his type -- a gorgeous petite brunette with a rebellious streak from too many years in girls? boarding schools. The two weeks they spent two summers ago during his annual vacation from all things Rhovnik had been a blast. The Collins family wasn?t nexus-savvy so their travels were limited to earthly destinations but they had been sure to hit as many of the best beaches -- from Australia to South America -- as Chase could fit into two weeks. When his vacation was up, Georgia was madly in love and Chase had already forgotten about her. The fallout from the Collins family took one of his uncles and several of his aunts months to solve and had earned him a lecture straight from Grandmother herself.
?If you will excuse me, I must check on Grandmother.? He gave the pair a formal nod and Mr. Collins seemed all too willing to give him his leave. Ignoring the still wolfish expression on Chase's face, Kat flashed him a polished smile as he turned away. Yet, despite her smooth, warm smile he could see in her sharp eyes the irritation that his joy over the snub had stirred up.
The repulsion that Mr. Collins had done little to hide at the sight of Chase had pleased the debauched playboy in him that had remained buried for so many months. Although, he may be falling for a sweet-tempered, Jane Austen loving idealist, his reputation appeared, at least for the moment, unscathed.
When he expressed his thoughts on these events to his grandmother or Sophie they would admonish him severely. Money was raised. Good was done. Their ancestral duty to give back expanded beyond waging war and backroom politics. Sometimes the best way to better the lives of others was to simply put on designer clothing, attend a lavish gala, drink booze, eat well, and write a large check. Or at least that?s what they claimed. Chase couldn?t believe that women as intelligent as Elsie and Sofia actually bought that the ills of the world could be solved at fancy parties over the finest booze.
Although located in a historic pale brick building across from the picturesque banks of Central Park?s reservoir, the Neue Galerie was the last place in the world that Chase Rhovnik wanted to be. However, a summons from Elsie Rhovnik was not something that he ignored. Hell, there were very few people brave enough to turn their back when the Rhovnik matriarch demanded their company.
Thankfully, though, the uncomfortable conversation that he had been called back to RhyDin for had been limited to the flight from Cleveland to New York and, since even Elsie couldn?t stand more than an hour or two socializing at this event, soon they would be in the Rhovnik jet on their way back to Cleveland and he could then return to RhyDin. He frowned a bit harder at the oil painting before him, studying the subject -- a green poplar tree in a field of willowy yellowing grass blowing in a breeze -- as if it were a complex subject. Perhaps, he hoped, if he looked taken by the painting he would be left alone in peace.
?You look like crap.?
No such luck.
The voice needed no face. Chase knew who was standing behind him merely by the sound of her voice. Yet, he still turned on his heels to level his gaze on his younger sister. When had his awkward sister grown up into such a stunning beauty? Gone were the unbrushed pigtails of a flat brown color and instead her hair was warmed with golden highlights and slightly wavy at chin length, giving it an unfussy look that still managed to be elegant. Grass-stained jeans had been replaced by a lavender gown that was draped as if in a tailored ode to her feminine figure. Striking deep almond colored eyes of a rich honey color that had been hidden behind coke bottle glasses were now corrected thanks to LASIK eye surgery and accented by a light layer of champagne and bronze eye shadow. Chase released a heavy exhale. There was nothing he could do about what the passage of time had done to little Kat.
He cleared his throat as he found his voice and returned his gaze to the painting before him. ?That?s nice, Kat. Real nice. What are you doing here? Does Princeton actually make you take classes or are they just handing out degrees now??
Although, no answers seemed to be expected to Chase?s questions, Kat eagerly snapped back in a dry tone. ?Funny. I know you tend to be a bit out of touch but it?s Saturday. Grandmother wanted me to come tonight so she could introduce me to the son of one of the old families.?
The news brought new tension to Chase?s shoulders. She was too young for talk of marriage and what constituted a good match. He could sense the change in his own posture and he knew full well he should curb it in public. Yet, it wasn?t in his nature to hide his emotions. He?d never be as good at acting as Andrea or Kat were. ?A year ago you were telling Sophie that times have changed and we shouldn?t be subjected to arranged marriages. Why are you now letting Grandmother play matchmaker??
?Well, I haven?t been doing all that great of a job picking my own guys so I decided that it can?t hurt to meet the ones Grandmother and our aunts choose, right?? Kat?s flippant answer and the grin over her glass of champagne were not what Chase wanted to hear. His dark eyes scanned the room, ignoring the exhibitions as he tried to figure out just which of the tuxedoed young men Elsie Rhovnik had her eyes set on for his baby sister.
Since it seemed that he would not state the reason for his visit on his own, Kat was left to pose the question. Thankfully, she was wise enough to keep her voice low. Among the room?s chatter, the siblings? conversation was drowned out. ?Why aren?t you in RhyDin? Did Grandmother call you in to discuss Cait with you? I told you she would. She and Sophie are so not happy with that whole situation.?
?Could you talk any louder?? Chase whispered even though Kat was keeping her voice too low to be overheard. Always cautious of having his business aired out, particularly business so against his grain, he drew away from the crowd towards an unremarkable 18th-century marble statue of a hound that was, unsurprisingly, not attracting much attention.
Chase held out hope that Kat wouldn?t follow and would instead become distracted in the room full of priceless pieces of art, designer gowns, and privileged patrons. That slippery mist of hope faded quickly. She did not give him relief from the interrogation but instead casually followed and allowed her eyes to settle on the hound as she struck an elegant pose with the champagne flute held loosely in hand. The Rhovnik women seemed to be innately aware of their lines and the light to be able to best determine how to stand to appear the very image of the aloof, mysterious heiresses that they were. Always beautiful. Always unattainable. Always poised. Even if it was a complete and utter lie. ?So? What did Grandmother have to say??
There was no point in dodging Kat?s questions further. She would just keep on until he broke. It was best to just get the uncomfortable conversation over with so that they each could return to what they did best -- she to mingling and he to brooding. ?She wanted to know if I was serious about Cait,? Chase responded, hoping he sounded nonplussed.
Kat?s brown eyes danced back to Chase, arching a brow curiously. ?And? Are you??
?I told her that I like spending time with Cait. She made it clear that such a connection would do the family no good and I pointed out that there's lots of us that can make matches for the good of the family. Hell, Sophie's marrying a baron this fall,? Chase stated in a low tone just above a whisper. His watchful eyes landed on a magnificently dressed gray-haired lady who had brought her much younger escort dangerously close to the siblings. Afraid she?d over hear, he stepped away as if no longer interested in the hound and pretended to be suddenly drawn to a charcoal drawing in a quiet corner. A roughly drawn male figure seemed to be battling against a vicious wind as a gigantic mosquito-looking creature soared over head. And this was considered a highly acclaimed collection? Despite all Sophie?s not so gentle tutelage and having gotten wrapped up in her thefts of art and antiquities over the years, an appreciation for art had never formed.
Kat followed his path, watching him expectantly to spur a continuation of Chase?s comments. He cleared his throat uneasily, not daring to glance back at her. ?Because of the role Grandmother has me fill in this family no loving father is going to be party to arranging the marriage of his pretty, well-adjusted daughter with good connections to me. I?m bad news. I do the worst of the family's business and the girls from good families that are interested in me are the ones looking to piss off their fathers for a little while and get attention. I have no problem doing what she wants me to do but in exchange I want a bit of space from her matchmaking.?
?That doesn?t answer the question, though. You?ve been dating this girl for months now. I can?t remember you showing interest in any girl that long except for--? Kat seemed to think better about finishing that statement. Maybe she sensed Chase turning rigidly tense beside her. It had been years since Kat dared to mention Zoe?s name in front of him. Not after everything that had happened.
She lifted her glass for a sip, admiring the work before them in silence for a moment before she tried again. ?Are you serious about Cait?? There was something more there in Kat?s gentle tone than the cat-like curiosity of a younger sister. It took a moment to identify it but there was no denying it once he had. Hope. Kat hoped that he was serious about Cait. She hoped that he had found a measure of peace, a measure of happiness in their violent, turbulent world.
But how was he supposed to respond to that question?
Cait was exactly the sort of woman he had no business spending time with. She didn?t know his reputation with women nor with violence and no matter how many times he explained it to her, she stubbornly continued to see him through rose-colored glasses. Her loser of an ex had called her ?Lizzy? after the main character in her favorite Jane Austen novel but her character resembled the elder sister, Jane, much more than it did Lizzy. Her temperament was far too sweet to be capable of seeing the rot that grew in the gut of the wicked. How could he be serious with a woman that he desperately wanted but, during moments of sanity when he could clear his head enough of her allure, tried to drive her to fear him with tales of his past and warnings that he would never change?
A look of expectant impatience had settled on Kat?s features. Yet, he was saved from having to form a response by an elderly gentleman that had stepped up to place his hand on the crook of Kat?s elbow. As she turned towards the welcomed intruder, he showered her with a cheerful smile eager to be the subject of the famous charm that seemed so innate in the Rhovnik women.
He wasn?t disappointed. Kat?s face lit with a smile that seemed to come from a place of uncontrollable delight. The lifting of her lips only came after the smile crinkled the skin around her large brown eyes and brightened them with joy. Only someone that knew her as well as Chase would know that it was all an act. ?Mr. Collins! I had no idea you would be here tonight. It has been far too long. You remember my brother, Chase, of course??
Mr. Collins stiffened as Chase?s name crossed Kat?s lips and his eyes immediately jumped towards the younger man. Clearly, he had not yet seen Chase standing there. He couldn?t fault the man for overlooking him when he was standing beside Kat. Reflexively, Chase?s lips turned up into a rakish smile in response to the look of disapproval that Mr. Collins leveled on him even as he racked his mind for a memory as to why this man would have such a reaction to him.
?I do. I hope you are well, Mr Rhovnik,? Mr. Collins answered tightly as if the mere sight of him was offensive. It was a statement, not a question. He was not inviting further conversation from Chase. Kat arched a brow at her brother while Mr. Collins attention was still on her brother in an unspoken question as to what exactly he had done to cause that reaction. The brow immediately fell as Mr. Collins pointedly turned his back on Chase to soak in Kat once again.
Collins. Samuel Collins. Father of Georgia Collins. Georgia had been just his type -- a gorgeous petite brunette with a rebellious streak from too many years in girls? boarding schools. The two weeks they spent two summers ago during his annual vacation from all things Rhovnik had been a blast. The Collins family wasn?t nexus-savvy so their travels were limited to earthly destinations but they had been sure to hit as many of the best beaches -- from Australia to South America -- as Chase could fit into two weeks. When his vacation was up, Georgia was madly in love and Chase had already forgotten about her. The fallout from the Collins family took one of his uncles and several of his aunts months to solve and had earned him a lecture straight from Grandmother herself.
?If you will excuse me, I must check on Grandmother.? He gave the pair a formal nod and Mr. Collins seemed all too willing to give him his leave. Ignoring the still wolfish expression on Chase's face, Kat flashed him a polished smile as he turned away. Yet, despite her smooth, warm smile he could see in her sharp eyes the irritation that his joy over the snub had stirred up.
The repulsion that Mr. Collins had done little to hide at the sight of Chase had pleased the debauched playboy in him that had remained buried for so many months. Although, he may be falling for a sweet-tempered, Jane Austen loving idealist, his reputation appeared, at least for the moment, unscathed.