Southern Lights - A Novel Part 17

"I start on November first. And I have a lot to do before then."

"Why don't you come down this weekend and start looking?" She thought about it. She had nothing else to do. She looked across the table and smiled at him.

"Okay."

"We can look for apartments all weekend," he suggested. It sounded like a plan to her.

Chapter 23.

Alexa left the DA's office as planned on November 1st. It was a bittersweet day for her, and Joe McCarthy hosted a dinner for her before she left. They gave her a plaque and a lot of silly joke gifts.

She was leaving for Was.h.i.+ngton the next day, via Princeton. She had put off starting at the OCG by a week, to give herself time to move into her new house. Her furniture was due in Was.h.i.+ngton two days later. She had been staying at her mother's for the past week, which was kind of fun. And Edward was calling her several times a day with plans and invitations. He had invited her to dinner at the White House with him in two weeks.

And she wanted to visit Savannah in Princeton on the way down. When Alexa got there, Savannah looked busy and happy. She'd already made a lot of friends, and Turner was coming up from Duke again that weekend. Savannah's new life was well off the ground. Now Alexa had to get busy on her own.

She drove to Was.h.i.+ngton with the last of her things, and when she got to Was.h.i.+ngton, Edward met her at the tiny house she had rented in Georgetown, instead of an apartment. It looked like a doll-house. He had helped her find it, and she knew Savannah was going to love it. The top floor was just for her. And it had all the room that Alexa needed. It was near Edward's apartment, which was s.p.a.cious and modern and convenient for him. He helped her unload the car, and they walked around her empty house together. She loved it. This was a whole new lease on life. New city, new home, new job, and maybe new man. She wasn't sure yet. But the other changes took the sting out of Savannah leaving for college. They had both graduated to new lives, and Alexa was very excited about her own, as much as Savannah was about being in Princeton.

Edward took her to dinner at Citronella that night, and afterward he escorted her back to her hotel. She was staying there for only one night, and he kissed her before he left. It was the first time he had kissed her and it surprised them both. But she liked it a lot and so did he.

He came to see her at the house when the movers arrived the next day. He stayed till midnight, helping her unpack boxes. She found her linens and he helped her make the bed. He was telling her silly stories and bad jokes, and they were both laughing, as they fell onto the bed, exhausted, and looked at each other, still laughing. He was a nice man, he was good to her, and he made her happy. And he stunned her with what he said next.

"I think I'm falling in love with you, Alexa. Is that all right with you?" He knew how badly burned she had been before, and he didn't want to upset her, do what she didn't want, or move too fast.

"I think so," she said softly. "I think I'm falling in love with you too." It frightened her to say it, but it felt good too, and was true. She was crazy about him, in a way she hadn't been in twenty years. He felt just right to her. And she trusted him completely.

"That could be a very good thing for us both," he said, as he put his arms around her and pulled her close. Everything had fallen into place. Her new life in Was.h.i.+ngton gave them all the time they needed.

"Would you like to stay here tonight?" she asked him, surprising them both again. Her life was getting crazier by the minute. It felt scary but great at the same time. It was very exciting and so was he.

"I'd love that." He smiled at her and held her in his arms. A little while later, she took a shower and got into bed, between the clean sheets, and he did the same and came to bed a few minutes later. And a whole new world began for them that night. A world neither of them had thought they'd find again, or even wanted to. It felt like a miracle to both of them.

Alexa spent the rest of the week organizing the house, and Edward came over when he had time. He stayed there with her every night. They didn't tell anyone what was going on. They decided to keep it to themselves until they figured it out. Maybe it wouldn't last, but it was wonderful for now. Alexa didn't need or want more than that.

She started her new job and loved it. It was everything she had hoped it would be and more. She loved the excitement and prestige of working for the FBI. And the following week, Edward took her to the White House dinner he had invited her to. They were photographed by news cameras going in, and they made a very handsome couple. The dinner was in honor of the president of France. And the next day, the news ran a clip of the senator going into the White House dinner with a very pretty woman on his arm.

Tom and Luisa happened to be watching the news together when it came on, and because he was the senator from South Carolina, they ran the clip several times in Charleston. Luisa bolted out of her seat like a shot when she saw it, and stood in the study, looking irate.

"That b.i.t.c.h! b.i.t.c.h! Did you see that?" She glared at Tom. Did you see that?" She glared at Tom.

Tom hadn't seen it. He had looked away for a minute and missed it. "Who are we talking about? The First Lady or the wife of the president of France?"

"Of course not! Alexa! Did you see Edward Baldwin going into that dinner at the White House? That was Alexa with him!"

"Alexa? Our Alexa?" Tom looked stunned.

"Your ex- ex-Alexa, thank you! She was his date! date! She must have picked him up at the wedding." Luisa was incensed. She must have picked him up at the wedding." Luisa was incensed.

"She didn't pick him up. I introduced them." He looked as crestfallen as Luisa looked livid.

"Why would you do a thing like that?" Luisa berated him.

"Because we b.u.mped into him while we were dancing, so I introduced them." And now he regretted it bitterly. He had lost her, but he hadn't meant to introduce her to the next man in her life. He liked knowing that she was alone.

"She's a wh.o.r.e," Luisa said, and turned the TV off.

"No, actually," Tom said tersely, "she's not. You were, and I was. She wasn't. And she wouldn't do what we did. She wanted nothing to do with me now because I'm married, or even if I weren't. We're the wh.o.r.es, Luisa. She isn't. You slept with another woman's husband, and I cheated on my wife. Not too pretty, is it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." She looked indignant.

"Yes, you do, and so do I. So maybe she deserves the good senator after all." Luisa said not a word and left the room. It enraged her even more to know that Edward Baldwin had taken Alexa to the White House. She didn't deserve anything of the sort.

And after Luisa left the room, Tom sat staring at the blank screen, knowing just how much Alexa deserved it. She deserved anything good that happened to her now, to make up for what he'd done to her. And as he thought about her with Edward Baldwin, two silent tears rolled down his cheeks.

"What are we doing about Thanksgiving?" Edward asked Alexa the weekend after they'd been to the White House. Thanksgiving was two weeks away, and she looked blank.

"I hadn't even thought about it, I was so busy getting organized here. We usually do it at my place, just Savannah and me, my mother, and her friend Stanley. But I don't know if they'd want to come down here. I'd better call her, and Savannah. Why? What did you have in mind?" She leaned over and kissed him. They were in bed with the Sunday paper all over the bed and the floor and a cup of coffee on the night table on either side of the bed. She loved their life together, and so did he. It was comfortable and easy, and cozy and happy. He was a warm, loving person, and as kind as she had hoped he would be. And he thought Alexa was every bit as perfect as his ex-wife said she was.

"I usually go to Sybil's. My kids fly in, and we all spend it together. I'd love to have you with us, and I want you to meet my kids."

"I'll call Savannah and my mom." She did that morning, but was startled by what they said. Savannah said that if her mother didn't mind too much, she wanted to go to Charleston to spend it with her father and Turner, and of course Daisy, Henry, Travis, and Scarlette ... and Luisa. She was the only fly in the ointment. Savannah begged her mother to let her do it, so Alexa said yes.

And when she called her mother, Muriel said that Stanley had just bought tickets for a cruise in the Bahamas and she hadn't had the guts to tell Alexa yet.

"I won't go if you'll be alone." Alexa had just told her about Savannah going to Charleston. In a way, her time in Charleston earlier in the year had prepared Alexa to be without her. It would have been even harder now otherwise. It had broken her in.

"I'll be fine," she rea.s.sured her mother. "Go on the cruise. You'll have a good time."

"What will you do?" Muriel sounded worried.

"Edward just invited me to spend it with his kids and ex-wife."

"Edward? As in Senator Edward Baldwin?" her mother asked.

"Yes," Alexa said softly, not ready to say more. She hadn't told her about dinner at the White House either, and her mother had somehow missed the press on it. Savannah hadn't and was pleased. She had texted her grandmother about it.

"That's interesting." She could tell Alexa didn't want to talk about it, and wondered if she was with him. "I'll tell Stan we can go on the cruise, then," she said with a grin. She could tell that something was going on.

"Looks like we're all set," Alexa reported to Edward after speaking to her mother. "My whole family has ditched me." She was grinning at him. "So I'm all yours for Thanksgiving."

"Excellent news," he said, and kissed her. He called Sybil and told her on Monday morning, and she was pleased too. Everybody was happy. Particularly Edward and Alexa, and the fan club rooting for them in secret.

Thanksgiving with Sybil was as chaotic and loving and warm as everything else she did. Instead of turkey, she served a delicious leg of lamb, done French style, with garlic and green beans. They had caviar before dinner, and sauteed foie gras as a first course, and she served pumpkin pie because the children liked it, but she served Baked Alaska too. It was an exceptional even if unorthodox meal. And the wines Edward brought were superb.

All of Sybil's children were there, and hers with Edward too. Alexa loved his daughter, who reminded her of Savannah and was three years older. His son John was interesting and smart and funny and a little eccentric like his mother. He wanted to be a Shakespearean actor, and was getting decent reviews in London. His hair was almost as long as Alexa's, and his girlfriend looked ten feet tall and was an actress too.

"It's a wonder I ever get elected, related to all you people," Edward teased them. They played charades after dinner, and the dogs barked constantly. The parrot told everyone to go f.u.c.k themselves, and several friends dropped by, one of whom was an extremely famous artist.

Being at their home was like being on a movie set, and after things started to calm down a little, Sybil turned to both of them over excellent Chateau d'Yquem, which tasted like candy.

"So what's happening with you two?" she asked with a mischievous grin. "I'm dying to know. I think you're in love," she said to Edward. "I don't know Alexa well enough to ask her. She's not my sister-in-law yet. But will she be?"

"It's none of your business," Edward said to her good-naturedly. "When we have something to tell you, we will. Meanwhile, find something else to do, other than meddle in my life."

"Edward, how rude!" But she was only teasing him, and he was very pleased that his children had obviously taken to Alexa. That mattered to him a lot, and he liked Savannah as well, and he thought his children would too.

"I hope you'll come to us at Christmas," Sybil said to her as they left.

"I'll have to be at my mother's," Alexa explained. "But maybe you could all come for drinks," she added hopefully.

"We'd love it," Sybil a.s.sured her, and Alexa realized that she had to warn her mother of what was about to hit her, even for c.o.c.ktails. A famous writer, a well-known movie producer, a senator, and five additional children. It was going to be a shock to her mother in her small apartment. But at least it was only drinks. Her mother could never have handled dinner. She could hardly cook for her and Stan. He did most of the cooking. When she was alone, she ate salads she bought on the way home from work. Muriel had never been much of a cook.

Edward and Alexa were staying at the Hotel Carlyle for the Thanksgiving weekend, and they were planning to see his son and daughter again the next day. Sybil and her three younger children and husband were going to their house in Connecticut for the weekend. They were a busy group. But it turned out to be a wonderful weekend. They went to dinners and movies with his kids, went for walks in Central Park and to the Guggenheim and the Museum of Modern Art. By the time the weekend was over, they were all friends, and she told Savannah all about it. She missed her, but Savannah sounded happy. And Luisa hadn't ruined Thanksgiving for her, which was something. Daisy was thrilled to have her home. Henry had brought his "roommate" Jeff, and Savannah loved him too.

Muriel was in shock when she got back from her cruise and Alexa told her who was coming to drinks on Christmas, and how many of them.

"Are you kidding? They won't even fit in my apartment." Muriel sounded panicked. But she wanted to meet Edward and see him with Alexa. And she was curious about his ex-wife and children too. She read all of Sybil's books.

"Yes, they will, Mom," Alexa rea.s.sured her. "It's just for a drink, and they're very casual people. Actually, to tell you the truth, they're certifiably crazy, except for the kids, but they're a lot of fun. I think you'll like them."

"You sound happy," Muriel said in a tender tone.

"I am," Alexa said softly. "He's a wonderful man."

"Do I hear wedding bells?" her mother asked, getting excited. Being the wife of a senator sounded good to her. And a good man for her daughter sounded even better. It was time.

"No, just happy bells," Alexa said. "I don't need to get married. I did that." And got burned too badly to do it again And got burned too badly to do it again was the rest of Alexa's sentence, but she didn't say it. And Edward wasn't Tom. There was nothing weak or dishonest about him. He was a totally straightforward, decent man. was the rest of Alexa's sentence, but she didn't say it. And Edward wasn't Tom. There was nothing weak or dishonest about him. He was a totally straightforward, decent man.

"That's how I feel about marriage," Muriel said. "But I'm a lot older than you are, and I can't see the point. At your age, you should be more courageous."

"Why? I'm happy like this."

"If he's a good man, you might be happy married to him too. Just don't rule it out. You never know how you'll feel about it later."

"Maybe," Alexa said, sounding unconvinced. Marriage scared her, and probably always would.

When the Senate recessed for Christmas, Alexa took a week off, and they flew to New York. Savannah was staying with her grandmother and Stan, and Alexa and Edward checked into the Carlyle again, as they had over Thanksgiving. She took a room there for Savannah too, who was going to stay at the hotel with them. And Turner was coming up the day after Christmas. They were going skiing in Vermont over New Year's with their friends, and Edward and Alexa were staying in the city. Alexa was loving her job too.

On Christmas Eve, Sybil arrived with her small army at Muriel's apartment. The only ones she didn't bring were the parrot and the dogs. She had all five children and John's girlfriend, who had come with him from London again. Brian had brought his niece unexpectedly, and two grown children from a first marriage Alexa hadn't known about, and they all crowded into Muriel and Stan's apartment and drank eggnog and champagne. Muriel told Sybil how much she liked her books, Brian and Stan talked about favorite old movies and fly-fis.h.i.+ng, John and his girlfriend were talking to Savannah, and Ashley, Edward's daughter, was fighting with her boyfriend in California on her cell phone and crying. It was total chaos, and Alexa stood back, watching it with Edward, and laughed.

"My family has certainly grown. Last Christmas was just me, Savannah, and my mom. Stanley came by after dinner, he had to visit a sick friend."

"What do you like better?" Edward asked her honestly. "That or this?"

"This," she said without hesitation. "It's so alive and so happy and so loving." And the next thing she knew, her mother had suggested they order Chinese takeout and camp out in her kitchen and on the living room floor. She had put a small turkey in the oven, which they could eat the next day. Sybil and her troops loved the idea and voted to stay, and sc.r.a.p their own dinner at home, which Sybil said was a mess anyway.

The young people sat on the floor in Muriel's living room. The grown-ups sat in the dining room, which only seated eight. And somehow it all worked. It was the best Christmas Alexa had ever had, even better than the good days in Charleston.

They left Savannah at her mother's for one more night, and Edward and Alexa walked to the Carlyle as it started snowing. They sang "White Christmas" together off-key and he stopped on the street and kissed her. It was the happiest Christmas of her life, and he felt the same way. He had loved being married to Sybil in the beginning. But this was better, it was more grown-up. And sometimes Sybil was a little too wild, even for him, although he loved her dearly.

"Maybe it'll keep snowing and we can have a s...o...b..ll fight tomorrow," Alexa said, sounding hopeful, with a hand tucked into his arm.

"I don't think so," Edward said, looking down at her with a serious expression.

"No? Why not? Don't you like s...o...b..ll fights?" It seemed so unlike him not to. He was a good sport about everything else.

"I do like s...o...b..ll fights," he conceded, as he stopped walking again and looked at her. "I just don't know if it's a good idea for a senator's wife to be lobbing s...o...b..a.l.l.s at people in the park. You might hit a stranger and wind up on the news." Her eyes opened wide as he said it. "What do you think about that?" he asked softly.

"The s...o...b..ll fight?" she asked breathlessly.

"No...the other...the senator's wife thing. Does that sound too crazy?" He knew how terrified she was of marriage, but he was sure now himself. He had waited a long time to find her. Sybil was right. Alexa was the one. The perfect one for him.

"I...yes...no..." She stumbled on her words, and he kissed her again. "Yes. I mean no. No, it doesn't sound too crazy...and yes, I want to." She was crying and laughing when he kissed her again, and then with her hand tucked tightly into his arm, they walked into the Carlyle. Alexa was grinning broadly, and looked ecstatic, despite the b.u.t.terflies doing somersaults in her stomach, and the senator from South Carolina looked extremely pleased.

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