Grounded (Up in the Air #3)(18)

"I did," I agreed. I could hardly deny it.

I heard him sigh heavily. "I need to go, but please keep your phone on you."

"Okay," I said. I could tell by his tone that he needed to rush, so I kept it short. "I'll see you tonight," I told him softly.

"Yes, you will. Goodbye, Love."





CHAPTER SIX

Mr. Romantic





I was looking through my contact list, hoping that someone had added Lana's number, when my phone began to ring in my hand. It was a strange New York area code, so I thought it must be her.

I answered right away. "Hello," I said with a smile. I was looking forward to our lunch date.

A definitely male, definitely unfamiliar voice answered back. "Bianca Karlsson?"

I didn't answer right away, confused and leery of someone unfamiliar having my number. Was it a tabloid? Was it part of the Cavendish army of security guards?

"This is she," I said finally, keeping my voice cool and polite.

The man cleared his throat on the other end. He was nervous. I was almost certain of it. Who was this?

"I'm sorry to bother you … I'm Sven. Sven Karlsson."

My heart felt like it froze in my chest when I heard my father's name. My ears just sort of filled with white noise, and for a long time I just stood there, silently stunned.

"I'm your, um, half-brother. Sven Jr., I guess."

I still couldn't find any words to speak. I needed to sit down, but couldn't make myself turn to look for a chair.

Finally he spoke again, "Sorry to bother you. I probably shouldn't have called." His voice sounded so forlorn that I suddenly found I could speak again.

"No, no, don't be sorry. I just heard about your mother. I'm so sorry for your loss. I didn't even know that you both existed until a few days ago."

"Oh," he said. "Well, I know this is strange, but I'd heard that you spend a lot of time in Manhattan. I live here, and I was wondering if we could just meet up for coffee sometime. I don't have any family, and to be honest, I've wanted to meet you for a long time."

He had stunned me into silence again. This was the last thing I'd expected when I heard I had a half-brother. The thought of someone who was related to me by blood that would actually want to meet me was just so … foreign. I couldn't say I loved the idea, but how could I refuse?

"Okay," I agreed finally. "I'm not sure when I'll be able to, though."

"That's fine. You can just get back to me on that. Whenever and wherever you're comfortable with."

He seemed so … nice. When I'd thought of my father's son, I'd just automatically thought of my father, but this man did not sound like that.

"Okay," I said with more certainty. I wanted this, wanted to see this man who was a strange missing piece of my broken family. "I'll do that. Perhaps in a week or two, on a Friday around lunchtime?"

"Sounds great. Just let me know. I can take a few hours whenever I need to, so last minute plans are fine with me, as well."

We said our awkward goodbyes, and I finally sprawled out on the studio's white divan, trying to wrap my numb mind around the strange turn of events.



       
         
       
        

I was just starting to sit up, trying to do something other than just sit and think, when my phone rang in my hand.

It was another strange New York number, and I just answered, really hoping it was Lana this time.

"Ha! I found you," Lana said without preamble. "Come meet me at the Cavendish property, at the Light Café. James said he'd loan you to me for lunch, but only if we ate at his hotel. Have you noticed that your boyfriend's kind of bossy?"

I laughed. "I have noticed that," I said, my mood instantly lifting. Lunch with a fun girlfriend was just what I needed.

We decided to meet at noon, ending the conversation quickly.

I showered quickly and dressed in a smart little gray pleated skirt paired with a high-necked light blue sleeveless silk blouse. Orange patent leather wedge sandals completed the ensemble. I used Jackie's suggestion for the shoes, and again wasn't sorry, though I never would have paired them together on my own.

I had noticed that the vanity now sported an entire section just for my jewelry. I'd been wary to even look at it, but knowing that I would probably be seeing James, since we were going to his hotel, and that not much would please him more, I peeked at what were obviously new additions to my jewelry collection.

I wore my collar, so I only looked at the earring selection. I noticed a small white box immediately, since it looked different from the rest. It was older, with more dated packaging, and a note on the top. I plucked that note up, feeling brave.