The weather got worse and worse the closer they got to Colorado. The pilot had to land in Kansas before visibility was zero - where he couldn’t see at all. This was a freak storm for this time of year according to the weatherman. Snow fall like this was early for this time of year for the area. Serious accumulation didn’t begin until late October.Hector was a New Yorker born and bred. He wasn’t going to let a few snowflakes stop him. When the airport rental car companies had ran out of vehicles, Hector called his secretary at home to see if she could find any way for him to get a vehicle.After sitting around at the airport with a bunch of stranded strangers for almost two hours, she had finally called him back.“Sir, I was able to find a man who owns a dealership in the area. He’s willing to open up to sell you any SUV with four wheel drive – for double the listed price,” she had said.Hector didn’t give a shit. He could buy a hundred dealerships with plenty of cash to s
After they had made love again, they discussed how and when they were going to tell Hector. They probably couldn’t leave tomorrow if they wanted to. Alexander had said the roads were pretty bad, and with it still snowing, it wasn’t going to be any better in the morning. The weatherman had said the front wasn’t going to move out until ten a.m. the next morning.So, the plan was to leave Sunday evening if possible - at the latest Monday. When they arrive back to New York, they would tell Hector everything – together.Caitlin hadn’t been this happy since this summer – with Alexander. She loved him more now than she did then. She didn’t think that was possible. After they talked, they fell asleep.Caitlin woke up feeling butterfly kisses along her cheek. She smiled wide as she opened her eyes. She wasn’t sure how long they had slept, but it was still dark outside.“Hey, beautiful,” Alexander greeted. He was still naked next to her. His dark hair was tousled from her running her fingers th
The next day . . . Julian had just got off the phone with Alexander and Caitlin. What they had told him was what he was afraid of. His poor father. They had called asking if Julian had heard from him during the last twenty-four hours. He hadn’t. Alexander didn’t get Julian’s messages warning him that their father was on his way there until he looked at his phone this morning. Julian had advised them to leave his father be and let him find him. They didn’t seem to have a problem with that. His first obvious move was to call his father’s cell. His father hated texting. Julian called twice and left one message. His father always called him back. But Julian sat down and thought about where he could have gone. He couldn’t have gotten but so far. Aspen had gotten almost a foot of snow last night. All flights were canceled. Julian assumed his father had gotten a rental car so he could at least drive to a hotel. So, he called every f
The New York Times Missing at the Helm By: Judy Budd, Society Reporter Julian Beaumont has been acting president at Beaumant & Blanchett Industries for four weeks and he’s doing a fabulous job. During the past month, Hector Beaumont, head of the old money Beaumont Dynasty, has not been seen anywhere. It appears Hector has taken on the spirit of Carmen Sandiego. Where in the world is Hector Beaumont?
A few days later . . . Hector had gone to the liquor store that afternoon and bought a three-hundred-and fifty-dollar bottle of Balvenie – scotch. His plan had been to relax for the evening, drinking a top shelf liquor while watching some old black and white movies. His plan had proved to be a mistake. Watching old movies in his motel room like Casablanca and Citizen Kane made him think of Caitlin. They had always watched old movies together. The damn scotch itself made him think of Caitlin, too. He had just remembered Balvenie was the scotch Caitlin had gifted him on his birthday. The memory of finding the woman he loved in bed with his first pride and joy, his first born, made Hector squeeze his eyes shut as hard as he could. To no avail. The image was still there – Alexander on top of her. Them being naked as their bodies grazed against each other. Hector cried out as he hurled the almost empty glass of scotch at the wall.
Hector took a quick sip of his scotch. “It all started when a friend of my late wife’s had arranged a little dinner date between me and one of her many daughters.” Agatha’s brows creased. “Okay.” “She . . . young Caitlin was – is I mean in her early thirties. I was sixty-nine at the time.” Agatha said nothing and her face gave nothing away. “Despite the nearly forty-year age difference, we had really hit it off. So, we had started platonically seeing each other on the regular. After a few months, we had really become an item. We had been seeing each other for a year when I had proposed.” Agatha’s brows rose but she still said nothing. “Caitlin had planned a summer trip to Florida and while there she was going to renovate a house she had procured. She had been surprised by my proposal but had asked me for time to think about it while she was in Florida – Key West to be exact.” “Okay. Did she
Six and a half weeks later . . . It was Christmas time in the Big Apple. Garland, lights, Christmas trees, wreaths, and snow decorated the city streets, businesses, and homes. Love also filled the air. Every time Caitlin turned around Derek and Chelsea was kissing under every piece of mistletoe they could find. Cameron and Catherine were always being discovered whispering sweet nothings to each other in private corners at Christmas parties. And Alexander and Caitlin were two star-crossed lovers who didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of them being together. Word had gotten out weeks ago in the society pages and among the social scene that Caitlin had left Hector for his very own son. They knew it was going to get out eventually, but they were not prepared for the press being so aggressive. Her father had to keep the gates closed at the estate and bump up security because photographers and reporters kept trying to sneak onto the estate
It was almost six p.m. as Caitlin walked the dock in a royal blue turtleneck dress with blue feather’s hanging from the end of the sleeves. The hem came above her knees. She was barely five months pregnant so she still had a little bit of a figure. She had even worn the light gold colored heels Alexander had included in the box. They were about three inches high. Her hair was hot curled in large stiff curls. Alexander had told her he liked it like that several times during the past eight weeks. The family limo driver was walking with her. It was still early but the sun had set so fast. He didn’t want to leave her unaccompanied in the dark. They got to dock G and Caitlin was pleasantly surprised. Alexander was standing on his – and A.J.’s forty-five square foot yacht. “How in the world did you get the yacht here from Florida?” Caitlin asked. “The old-fashioned way. I hired a professional captain and crew to sail it here,” he s
Three months later . . . Hector, Cassandra, and Julian showed up at Lenox Hill Hospital. As of five a.m. that morning, there was a new addition to the Beaumont Dynasty. Hector wanted to be at the hospital soon as visiting hours started before the Van Dykes bombarded the place with their presence. There were so many of them who lived in New York or within a thirty-mile radius of it.The three walked down the hall to the maternity ward. Cassandra carried a life size teddy bear in one hand and five baby blue balloons in the other. Alexander turned a corner in the hallway, meeting them. “Hey, there’s the proud papa,” Hector said with a big smile. He was officially a grandfather and he couldn’t wait to meet the little nipper. Alexander smiled. They hugged. “How’s Caitlin?” Cassandra asked. “She’s better now than she was a few hours ago,” Alexander said with a croaked smile. “I’ve never been call
The reception was an informal affair. Two buffet tables were set up. Several people were in line getting food, others were chatting in little huddles including the Beaumonts. Hector laughed hysterically as Alexander told him how Julian had lost the rings and how Chastity had found them. “I did not loose the rings. I just hid them in a safe place,” Julian said snottily. “Well, I can’t imagine any place safer than Davidson Dawson’s toy truck,” Hector said and laughed again. “I can see you running around like a fool now.” “Hardy har har har,” Julian mimicked as his head went to the side a few ticks. Then he walked away without saying a word. “It all worked out in the end,” Agatha said with a smile. “Thankfully,” Alexander said. “I would have rung Julian’s neck if the rings hadn’t been found. So, Dad, will you and your guests be staying on the island tonight? The guest cottage is free so -” “Oh
It was everything Hector could do to keep from bursting out laughing. Everyone looked so mortified and frightened. He stole a glance at his daughter. Cassandra kept her serious composure, so he did, too. They walked arm in arm to the altar. It was a beautiful day for a wedding. They had left a little late for Florida. Then it took at least forty-five minutes to charter a boat. It was a Saturday so every marina was busy. Hector had feared they were going to miss the ceremony. It appeared they had arrived just in time and at the right moment. They stopped right in front of the bride, groom, the wedding party, including his great nephew which was a surprise – and a cardinal. Hector was impressed that Alexander was able to reserve a cardinal to marry them. He wondered if he was the same cardinal that Alexander had befriended while he was attending college. Caitlin and Alexander looked rather petrified and bewildered. Hector had h
The ceremony finally begins . . .The garden was full of wild flowers and bushes including but not limited to frangipani, butterfly weed, Cherokee bean, and lancleleaf tickseed. The leaves on the coconut palm trees swayed as the light breeze ruffled through the garden. It was seventy-five degrees and the sun was in the middle of setting. A perfect day for marrying the love of Alexander’s life.Alexander stood counter cornerwise from the large square wooden archway. Square wooden boards crossed at the top provide semi-shade. The other boards crossed each other on the sides. Cardinal Stefan Marino was standing under the archway. Once Caitlin made it down the aisle, they – and her father would be standing under it with him. Alexander had met the cardinal in California while he was attending Berkley years ago. Back then, the cardinal was Father Stefan. After Alexander had graduated, his home away from home priest had quickly moved up the ranks. He hadn’t conducted the marriage ceremony b
Meanwhile in the groomsmen’s quarters . . .Julian was fluttering about like a serial killer was lurking outside. Alexander was coolly tying his tie as he faced the mirror on the wall in the living room. Derek and Cameron were in the other rooms changing into their groomsmen wear. Marcus, a Beaumont cousin from Canada, was already dressed and ready when they had arrived. He just sat on the couch watching TV. The nanny had left little Davidson, Derek’s son, with them a few minutes ago. He was the ring barrier. Chelsea had thought Davidson was too young to do it.“He’s only ten months old and he just learned to walk,” Chelsea had said with deep concern.Derek had disagreed and was happy his son was going to be in the ceremony, too. “He’ll be fine. He’s a Dawson. We Dawsons always rise to the occasion with style and grace.”Davidson sat next to Marcus, watching TV. Alexander wasn’t sure what they were watching but they both seemed enamored with it.Derek and Cameron emerged from the bedr
It was a quarter till five as Caitlin watched her groom and part of the wedding party arrive from the upstairs’ window. They were heading to the back of the house. They were going to get dressed in the separate guest’s quarters. “Four o’clock at the latest,” she said sarcastically. That’s what Alexander had told her when they had spoken on the phone while he was on the plane. “At least he got here before six,” Chastity said over Caitlin’s shoulder. The ceremony was starting at six. “Hmm. Thank, God, for small favors,” Caitlin said over her shoulder to her sister. “We should get you in your gown, darling,” their mother chirped happily. “Show time is almost an hour away.” “It’s a wedding not opening night on Broadway, Mother,” Chastity said as she walked to the other side of the room. “I know that,” their mother snapped. The Van Dyke sisters giggled. You had to love Chastity’s wit sometimes.
Meanwhile . . . Hector Beaumont had left Agatha’s this afternoon and returned home again – temporarily, since he knew Alexander was probably on his way to Key West by now. He walked into the study and fixed himself a scotch. He wore a black dress shirt, a pair of black boots, and jeans. He exhaled as he plopped down on the sofa. He had been thinking about the wedding, Caitlin, Alexander, and the new baby for the past twenty-four hours. The truth is as much as he cared for his new friends from the community center and loved the peacefulness of his alternative life, he missed his home and family – including Alexander. Before everything went awry, he spoke to his eldest son over the phone at least once or twice a week. Despite what Alexander had done, Hector was still proud of the man he had become. It actually began to pain his heart that the little nipper he had held against his palm and forearm at the hospital was no longer in his life.
Julian escorted the two ladies, who had given him much pleasure last night, to the living room. He had picked them up at the last bar they had stopped at in the East Village. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember their names but he had remembered what they had done last night – thankfully. Cameron and Derek were getting themselves sorted out when they entered the living room. “Derek,” the girls cooed in unison. Derek’s dark brows rose. He looked rather shocked. “Candy . . . Sandy . . . what are you -?” He was cut off by the girls rushing to him and kissing him on both cheeks. That’s it. Candy is the small chested one and Sandy is the big breasted one. “Uh . . .” Derek stuttered. “We haven’t seen you at The Fox Hole is ages,” Sandy said with a smile. “Where?” Cameron asked as he put his cell in his pocket. Julian knew what The Fox Hole was. It was a swingers’ club
After a few lap dances, including one Alexander shouldn’t have had by the busty brunette, the strippers left and they did, too. Julian had rented a limo since Cassandra had the family limo. They went bar hopping. Alexander had tried to refuse but half-drunk men and peer pressure was a hell of a drug. “Two hours. That’s it,” Alexander said adamantly. So, they bar hopped around Soho. At the second bar they hit, the guys decided they wanted Alexander to play a game. It was a bachelor’s game Derek knew of. It didn’t really have a name but the rules were simple enough. Alexander had to go around the room chatting up various women, trying to get there phone number. At each one he failed at, he had to take a shot. Alexander was reluctant at first but Derek clarified something for him. “You don’t have to call them the next day. You are getting married. It’s just for fun. And girls know it’s a long shot for a man to call t