Whispered Promises Page 3

  It seemed like an eternity before the elevator door finally opened. Stepping out, he dismissed the interested looks he received from a couple of nurses and walked over to the nurses’ station. A middle-aged woman stood behind the counter with her head bowed, reading a patient’s chart.

  “Excuse me. I’m here to see Halston Parker.”

  The woman lifted her head and smiled at him kindly. “Are you a member of the family?”

  The question was a common one to ask, but Dex couldn’t help but flinch. “No,” he answered curtly. “I’m not, but I was asked to come here by Caitlin Parker.”

  The woman gave him a bemused glance although her smile continued to be friendly. She glanced down at the chart she pulled from a nearby rack. “Caitlin Parker?” she questioned.

  “Yeah. Caitlin Parker. Halston Parker’s daughter,” he replied, glancing around the nurses’ station.

  “You must mean Caitlin Madaris.”

  Dex’s head whipped around sharply. “What did you say?”

  “I said Mr. Parker’s daughter is Caitlin Madaris.”

  “I’ll take care of this, Diane,” a deep voice said behind Dex.

  Dex turned around and came face-to-face with a man he remembered as being Halston Parker’s physician.

  “Mr. Madaris, welcome back to San Antonio.”

  Dex nodded tiredly and rubbed his temples. The nurse had referred to Caitlin as Caitlin Madaris? Why was she still using her married name? His name? Why had she kept the name when she’d rejected the man who’d given it to her? He stared into the doctor’s face. It had aged considerably in the last four years. “This isn’t a pleasure trip, Doctor,” he said, shaking the hand the man offered.

  Dr. Flores nodded his head. “You’re right, it’s not. Did you have any problems getting here?” he asked politely.

  “No. I caught a cab from the airport.”

  The older man lifted a brow. “Your luggage?”

  “I didn’t bring anything but what you see here,” Dex said, indicating the overnight bag he carried. “I don’t plan on staying long,” he added in a clear, firm voice.

  Dr. Flores looked at him for a moment. “Oh, I see. Did you know that Caitlin isn’t living here in San Antonio, Mr. Madaris? She moved to Fort Worth six months ago.”

  Dex looked at the older man in complete surprise. “No, I didn’t know that.” Heat stained his cheeks and his eyes narrowed “But then I haven’t had a reason to keep up with my ex-wife over the past four years. Where she lives is no concern of mine.”

  The doctor appeared slightly flushed. “I’m sorry, my mistake.”

  Dex nodded. “No sweat. We all make them.” He glanced around. “Where’s Caitlin?”

  “She’s resting. I gave her something to relax her. It’s been a very trying time for her. I’ll go get her now.”

  Dex grabbed the man’s arm when he turned to walk off. “Don’t bother. Whatever Halston Parker has to say, he can say to me alone. There’s no need to involve Caitlin.”

  The older man shook his head. “Halston wants to speak with both you and Caitlin.”

  Dex studied the doctor for a moment. “Do you have any idea what this is about?”

  “Even if I did, I’m not at liberty to say, Mr. Madaris. If you would like to wait in a private waiting room, I’ll get Caitlin.”

  In the waiting room, Dex stood at the window looking down at the smaller office buildings below. His body tense, his senses alert, he knew the exact moment Caitlin quietly entered the room. He turned slowly to face her.

  Their eyes connected immediately. Dex dragged his gaze over her. Even with tired lines etched around her eyes, her hair in disarray and her dress slightly wrinkled, as far as he was concerned, she still looked utterly beautiful. His heart felt like it was about to explode in his chest. How could he find her desirable after the hell she’d put him through? He resented the fact that his strong attraction to her was still there. His reaction to her sparked his temper.

  “Hello, Dex.”

  “Caitlin,” he acknowledged curtly. “I’d like to see your father as soon as possible, so he can say whatever it is he wants to get off his chest.”

  “We can go see if Dad’s awake now. If you don’t mind coming with me,” she said, opening the door.

  “You go ahead. I’ll catch up in a minute.” He needed time alone to regain his composure. Seeing Caitlin again had brought a greater reaction than he had expected. Unwanted memories had coursed through him.

  Caitlin nodded and closed the door behind her. A shiver passed through her body. The memories she had carried of her ex-husband were nothing in comparison to the masculine, virile reality she’d just seen. Strength and power emanated from him. He was still the handsome Texan she’d fallen in love with four years ago. His features were rugged and strong, and his nut-brown skin had darkened to a coppery-brown from hours undoubtedly spent in the sun. Dexter Madaris was still the most attractive man she’d ever seen. A sudden feeling of dread washed over her when she remembered something else about him. He was a man who didn’t forgive easily. She’d discovered that the hard way when he had not responded to her letter.

  Her hands were numbed with cold when she found Dr. Flores at the nurses’ station. They were as cold as Dex’s attitude had been toward her. “Dex wants to see Dad now, Dr. Flores. Is he awake?”

  The older man searched her eyes. “Are you all right, dear?”

  She swallowed hard before forcing a smile. “Yes. I’m fine. Can we see my father now?”

  “Yes.”

  They turned upon hearing footsteps approaching on the tile floor. Dex came to stand before them. “I’m ready.”

  Dr. Flores gently placed his hand on Caitlin’s arm to restrain her when she turned to leave. “Please keep in mind at all times how much your father loves you, Caitlin.” He then walked off.

  Caitlin frowned, pondering the doctor’s words. Did he know why her father had summoned Dex?

  “Let’s get this over with.” Dex’s biting words intruded into her thoughts.

  “This way,” she said, leading the way to her father’s room. She wished she could ignore Dex’s obvious signs of anger, but he was definitely a brother with an attitude. When they reached her father’s room, without a single word, Dex pushed the door open and walked into the room past her.

  Dex sucked in his breath. Nothing could have prepared him for the sight of the man he saw lying in the hospital bed. The shriveled-up man caused a sick feeling to engulf him. Halston Parker was almost unrecognizable.

  He stood back and watched Caitlin square her shoulders and approach the bed. Her face didn’t reveal a flicker of emotion, but her eyes did. The pained look in them was unmistakable. Losing her father was affecting her more deeply than she was letting on. He knew she would have done anything to prevent that kind of loss. He continued to watch as she drew her hand across the bed, smoothing the wrinkles in the hospital blanket. She bent over the frail body and whispered, “Dad. Dex’s here.”

  Dex was suddenly filled with compassion when he could no longer retain his distant attitude. He was again confused by the betrayal of emotions he had held in check for so long. As if by some connective power, Caitlin’s pain became his. He was suddenly struck with a return of the urge to shield her from what she was going through. More than anything, she needed support. Support from family, friends or someone who cared, but right now she was all alone. All alone except for an ex-husband who wished more than anything he was someplace else.

  With a heavy sigh, he leaned against the back of the closed hospital door and continued to stare at her. Could he somehow find it within himself to give her the support she desperately needed after what she’d done to him? Could he put all his bitterness aside and reach out and give her someone to lean on? Forgiveness wasn’t one of his strong points. His family had told him countless times that he could hold a grudge longer than anyone they knew.

  “Dad, did you hear me?”

  Dex noticed the head of the
frail body in the bed nod. Caitlin looked up at Dex, her dark eyes misty with tears, assessed his expression. Coming forward, he nodded his understanding. Looking down into the deathlike face, he watched as Halston Parker’s eyes slowly fluttered open. For a brief second he stared up at the both of them, seemingly in tremendous pain—both physically and mentally.

  “Caitlin. Dex. You’re here,” Halston Parker whispered hoarsely, a weak smile touching his lips. “I have the two of you back together again.”

  Caitlin could feel a sudden sharp chill in the air from her father’s words. “Dad, Dex can’t stay long,” she rushed in. “You wanted to see him, and he’s here.”

  Halston Parker’s eyes shut for a moment. He reopened them and stared intently at Dex. “Legally, Caitlin’s still your wife.”

  Caitlin stared at the deathlike face lying against the white pillow. “I don’t understand what you’re saying, Dad. Dex and I aren’t married. Don’t you remember? I filed for a divorce a month after he left for Australia. The papers were sent to him and he signed them.”

  Halston Parker nodded, oblivious to the tension in the room. “Yeah, he signed them and your attorney got them back a couple of months later. But I told him you’d changed your mind about the divorce and not to file them with the courts. I’ve had them in my possession ever since. They’re in a trunk in the attic.”

  Caitlin’s glance flew to Dex with her father’s revelation. His chin twitched. His eyes darkened. He gazed speechlessly down at her father. She could feel the anger radiating deep from within him. When he spoke, his voice, although low, conveyed blatantly all the anger he felt.

  “You had no right to do that, Mr. Parker. You had no right to interfere.”

  Halston Parker’s breathing became labored. “I did what I thought was best, under the circumstances.”

  “That doesn’t make sense. You didn’t approve of my marriage to your daughter. Why would you stop our divorce from becoming final?”

  The older man tried responding, but couldn’t. It was a brief moment later before he found the strength to speak. “In the beginning, I was only thinking of myself. I didn’t want to lose her. I didn’t want to be left all alone. Please try and understand, son, she was all I had. I couldn’t let you take her away. I know I was wrong, and I’ve asked you here for your forgiveness and to set matters straight. I know you could have taken advantage of Caitlin four years ago, but you didn’t. You did the honorable thing and married her. But at the time, I couldn’t accept the difference in your ages. I thought she was too young for marriage, especially to you. I didn’t want to see her get hurt.”

  A number of questions flooded Dex’s mind. He still didn’t understand why Halston Parker had stopped their divorce. He watched the older man try to raise his hand up to him. Dex knew the attempt was draining on him, so he took the frail hand in his.

  “Regardless of whether the divorce is valid or not, it was Caitlin’s decision to end our marriage, Mr. Parker, not yours. You didn’t do anything to me personally so there’s no reason for you to ask my forgiveness,” Dex replied harshly.

  Halston Parker shook his head weakly. “I made her choose between the two of us, and I never should have done that. I used her one weakness, her love for me, to turn her away from you. Don’t you understand? I pressured her.”

  “But the decision was still hers, not yours,” Dex stated sharply. A part of him hardened at the man’s words. What was Caitlin’s father driving at? Why was he attempting to find excuses for the decision his daughter had made? As far as Dex was concerned, there was no acceptable excuse.

  Halston Parker removed his hand from Dex’s and offered it to Caitlin. She tenderly took his outstretched hand. She had been standing quietly by Dex’s side as tears streamed down her face. “Will you forgive me for being so selfish and for thinking more of my happiness than of yours, Caitlin?”

  Caitlin’s breath caught her in throat, making speech difficult. “Dex’s right, Daddy. It was my decision, so don’t ask either of us to forgive you. I love you very much.”

  “And I love you, baby-girl. I don’t want to leave you alone,” he said, his voice taut and thick with emotions and worried concern.

  “I won’t be alone, Dad. I have Jordan.”

  A lone tear fell from the older man’s eye as he slowly nodded. “You’ve been the joy of my life. Every man should have a daughter such as you to love. No man should be cheated out of that.” He turned his attention back to Dex. “Promise me you’ll take care of Caitlin. Please take care of my baby for me. Promise me.”

  Dex had not been prepared for this request and his gaze quickly flew to Caitlin. She refused to meet his eyes, and he couldn’t help but see the way she was clenching her teeth to keep from crying out. Her body began trembling as silent tears continued to stream down her face. This was an enormous ordeal for her. How would she feel if he were to make a promise like that to her father? And who on earth was Jordan? Was he a new man in her life? If so, why was her father asking him to come back into her life when it appeared she was involved with someone else? Was Halston Parker trying to manipulate his daughter’s life even now with one foot in the grave?

  Dex gazed down into the older man’s face. Glassy eyes watched him, waiting for his answer. He didn’t have to be a doctor to know the man’s condition was going downhill and fast. He was fighting just to keep his eyes open. The man lay facing imminent death, and more than anything he needed the assurance that his daughter would be taken care of.

  Without any further thought, Dex answered. “I promise to take care of Caitlin and to do what I can for her, Mr. Parker.”

  Halston Parker released a long, ragged breath, accepting Dex’s promise. He closed his eyes and moments later his breathing became deep and even. Wordlessly, Dex and Caitlin sat in the chairs next to the bed.

  Seconds became minutes. Minutes ticked into hours. Before the dawning of a new day, Halston Parker’s breathing stopped.

  He was gone.

  Chapter 3

  The sun was shining bright in the midmorning sky when Dex and Caitlin walked out of the hospital. It wasn’t even ten o’clock yet, but already the day promised to be miserably hot, which wasn’t unusual for a day in mid-June.

  Caitlin squared her shoulders and tried to keep all the grief of losing her father at bay, but found she couldn’t. Swallowing, she blinked back a surge of fresh tears.

  “I’m driving you home, Caitlin. Where’re you parked?”

  The touch of Dex’s arm around Caitlin’s shoulder penetrated deeply. Sniffing, she angled her head to look up into his eyes. To her surprise, they were filled with compassion, something she hadn’t expected. Feeling a lump form in her throat, she answered in a choked voice. “My car is parked over there.”

  When they arrived at her father’s home, Caitlin covered her face with her hands and began crying openly in heart-wrenching, strangled sobs. Dex turned off the car’s ignition, pushed the seat back and gently pulled her into his lap.

  “That’s it, get it all out. Everything’s going to be all right, Caitlin. Your father isn’t in any more pain. He’s at peace,” Dex whispered softly, tenderly cradling her in his arms.

  When her sobs turned to soft whimpers, she lifted her tear-stained face to his. “Dad didn’t get a chance to see Jordan for the last time,” she said brokenly.

  Dex’s hand stopped stroking Caitlin’s hair and back. His eyes darkened. “I gather Jordan means a lot to you.”

  Caitlin frowned at his words. She then began wiping her eyes with trembling hands. “Of course. Jordan is my life.”

  Dex felt a surge of renewed pain and anger. He had to clamp down on his teeth to keep from lashing out at the thought of her deep feelings for another man. He stared hard at her. “Since he’s your life, why hasn’t he made you his? I would think under the circumstances, he’d be here for you.”

  Confusion covered Caitlin’s face. “What are you talking about?”

  Dex’s voice was as hard as his eyes and
held a steely edge when he continued. “I’m talking about this person named Jordan. Never mind, he’s your problem, not mine. My only concern is the promise I made to your father, and I intend to keep it. I’ll not leave before the services. After that, I have no intention of staying a minute longer. I’ll contact Clayton to fly in as soon as the services for your father are over. If your father’s claim is true, and there’s a possibility that we’re still married, I’ll make sure Clayton does whatever has to be done to legalize our divorce. Then you can continue your life with Jordan.”

  Caitlin’s eyes grew wide with startled surprise with Dex’s words. He acted like he didn’t know who Jordan was? But how could he not know? She had written to him so he had to know. But if he really didn’t…

  Panic seized Caitlin when she thought of that possibility. She skittered away from Dex and quickly got out of the car.

  Dex raised a questioning brow. He watched Caitlin at her front door fumbling nervously with her keys before opening the door and going inside the house.

  He tilted his head back against the car seat and closed his eyes, totally bewildered. What in the world was going on? When he’d mentioned the other man, Caitlin had acted as though she was having an anxiety attack. Something wasn’t right, and he intended to find out what was going on.

  Dex sighed deeply. He wondered if her actions had anything to do with the letter Dr. Flores had discreetly given to him at the hospital. It was a letter Halston Parker had asked Dr. Flores to give to him. No doubt it was another chunk to add to this bizarre puzzle to which only Caitlin’s father had all the pieces. Instead of reading the letter when Dr. Flores had handed it to him, he had stuffed the envelope in his pocket to read later. He wasn’t ready to read anything Caitlin’s father had written to him. He was still trying to recover from the old man’s claim that he and Caitlin were still legally married.

  Fury almost choked Dex. He was tired of playing games. He wanted answers and wanted them now, and he intended on getting them from Caitlin. He got out of the car and walked up to the house.