Taming the Takeover Tycoon
Robyn Grady
Jack Reed spells trouble. But has trouble met its match?The business world trembles at the mere mention of Jack Reed, but Becca Stevens has no such fear. Her pleas for him to end his hostile takeover of Lassiter Media should be laughable. Yet there's such sincerity in her eyes, such a light his own life seriously lacks. Becca wants to show him just what his ruthless quest is costing others. And he goes along with her plan, seeing it as the perfect opportunity to woo her into his bed. But is he walking right into her trapone that neither of them will want to escape?
Give me a month, she said, and Ill change your mind about dismantling Lassiters assets.
Interesting. So you think Ill win this takeover battle?
Becca lifted her chin. Four weeks.
One day.
One week.
On one condition.
Name it.
What the hell. Id rather show you.
He slid a hand around her waist and drew her in as his mouth dropped over hers.
* * *
Taming the Takeover Tycoon is a Dynasties: The Lassiters novel A Wyoming legacy of love, lies and redemption!
Taming the
Takeover Tycoon
Robyn Grady
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ROBYN GRADY was first contracted by Mills & Boon in 2006. Her books feature regularly on bestsellers lists and at award ceremonies, including the National Readers Choice Awards, the Booksellers Best Awards, CataRomance Reviewers Choice Awards and Australias prestigious Romantic Book of the Year.
Robyn lives on Australias gorgeous Sunshine Coast, where she met and married her real-life hero. When shes not tapping out her next story, she enjoys the challenges of raising three very different daughters, going to the theater, reading on the beach and dreaming about bumping into Stephen King during a month-long Mediterranean cruise.
Robyn knows that writing romance is the best job on the planet and she loves to hear from her readers! You can keep up with news on her latest releases at www.robyngrady.com (http://www.robyngrady.com).
For Penny and Gracie,
Two very cool ladies.
xoxo
Contents
Cover (#ufad2fc0d-96a9-5710-847d-77bc5f0d874e)
Introduction (#u5dfbf4b2-f370-51e9-b667-f85dd897171c)
Title Page (#u8432b283-4f7d-5e8c-9be8-6d0737754adc)
About the Author (#u356a08fb-8920-5911-a750-7e100ff05579)
Dedication (#ub2e608dc-45ac-58ad-be17-9cb0430e37fc)
Family Tree (#u531b5e6a-e20a-5233-9d20-10482b1747f1)
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Extract
Copyright (#litres_trial_promo)
One (#u09918f22-9829-5bfe-a3fd-4bc7a7cb8640)
The Robin Hoods of this world were Beccas heroes. As she watched Jack Reed strike a noble pose then draw back and release an arrow that hit dead center of his target, the irony wasnt lost on her.
Jack Reed was no Robin Hood. He was anathema to everything she stood for. To every living, breathing thing she believed in. Beyond all else, people ought to give backeven sacrificeto support others who need help. Some mistook that level of compassion for weakness, but Becca was far from easy prey.
Looking GQ-hot in jeans and a white button-down, cuffs folded back on strong forearms, Reed lowered the bow and focused on his guest. The slant of his mouth was so subtle and self-assured, Beccas palm itched to slap the smirk off his face. She might have done it, too, if she thought itd shake him up some. But it was said displays of true emotion only amused him.
Jack Reed owned a property in his hometown of Cheyenne, Wyoming, as well as two residences here in L.A.: an ultramodern penthouse apartment in a downtown high-rise building that hed purchased as well as this spectacular Beverly Hills estate. With a quiver slung across his broad back, he sauntered over the manicured lawn to meet her. Although he was expecting her visit, Becca doubted he would welcome what she had to say.
She introduced herself. Becca Stevens, director of the Lassiter Charity Foundation. She nodded at the target. A perfect bulls-eye. Well done.
I took up archery in college, he said in a voice so deep and darkly honeyed, the tone was almost hypnotic. I try to squeeze some practice in every week.
Difficult with your schedule, I imagine. All that dismantling of companies and banking the proceeds had to take up oodles of time. I appreciate you seeing me.
His smile, designed to disarm, got bigger. Any friend of J.D.s is a friend of mine.
If J. D. Lassiter were alive, he might not count you as a friend at the moment.
The smile widened more. Straight for the jugular, Ms. Stevens?
Given Jack Reed was a highly successful corporate raider, he ought to be used to the approach. I thought youd appreciate it.
I only want to help Angelica Lassiter reclaim what she rightly deserves.
Becca let out a humorless laugh and then sighed. Ah, sorry. Just the idea of someone like you being in any way self-sacrificing...
His gaze sharpened. Angelica was J.D.s only child.
Youre forgetting Sage and Dylan.
They are Ellie Lassiters orphaned nephews, adopted after J.D. and Ellie had been told by doctors
I know the background, Jack.
Then youll also know that Angelica, J.D.s own flesh and blood, was his favoritethat hed entrusted her with the running of Lassiter Media those crucial months before his death. It makes no sense that his will should insult her with a paltry ten percent while controlling voting interest of J.D.s multibillion-dollar company goes to Angelicas ex-fianc嗔 Jack paused for effect even if J.D. had handpicked Evan McCain for his daughter.
J.D. might have liked Evan for a son-in-law. No one would argue he has remarkable business sense. Becca joined Jack as he headed off toward his target. But Angelica trusted Evan. They fell in love.
Betrayed by the man she was ready to marry. Tragic, wouldnt you say?
Oh, please. Evan had nothing to do with J.D.s will.
Maybe. Maybe not. But nothing stops him from reinstating to Angelica what should be hers now. He could do the decent thing by the woman he professes to love. Jacks lips twitched. I dont know how he sleeps at night.
An image flashed into Beccas mindJack Reed lying butt naked on a rumpled sheet, fingers thatched behind his head, an unmistakable thirst reflecting in the depths of his glittering onyx eyes. Nerve endings ignited and flashed over her skin. The tingle raced through to her core, all the way down to her toes.
Reed was an attractive man; she would go so far as to say he was exceptional. If half of what the tabloids published was true, hoards of women had surrendered to the drugging heat she felt radiating off him now. The effect was grippingbeguilingand, in Beccas case, about as welcome as boiling water on a third-degree burn.
As they continued to walk, she tried to stay focused.
Im here to implore you, in J.D.s memory, to show some human decency. Walk away from this. After her fathers death, Angelicas in no shape to link arms with the likes of you.
Dont underestimate Angelica. His classically chiseled profile hardened as his chin lifted a notch. Shes stronger than you think.
Right now, shes desperate.
He laughed, a somehow soothing and yet cynical sound. You dont beat around the bush, do you, Becca?
No time. You own an interest in Lassiter Media and rumors are rife. People are bracing for a hostile takeover bid. The charitys donations are down. Regular beneficiaries are actually looking at other options. Want to guess why?
Im sure youll tell me.
Damn right she would. The name Jack Reed means troublethe kind of trouble clear-minded people run a mile to avoid.
He blinked slowly and grinned as if the description was something to savor. As long as Angelica wants my help, Ill give it.
You sought her out, she reminded him, not the other way around.
Your point?
Her heart was pounding in her ears. No one wanted to make an enemy of this man, but Becca had a principle to defend. A fight to win. Hell, shed faced worse situations than this and survived.
I know what youre up to, she said as they neared the target, even if Angelica cant or wont face the truth. After youve used her to gain majority control over Lassiter Media interests, youll aim the next arrow at her back. Youll sell off Lassiter assets like you have with every other company youve acquired.
Got it. I wear the black hat.
Simple, isnt it?
If only.
Lord above, how she wanted to shake this man. Seriously, how much money does one person need? Is this worth betraying your friends memory? J.D.s family?
This is not about money.
With you, its always about money.
His jaw flexed as he stopped in front of the target and freed the arrow.
I understand your desire to help, but Angelica and I have this covered. And make no mistake. His uncompromising gaze pierced hers. We intend to win.
Beccas focus shifted from the steely message in his eyes to the arrows bright red feathers, the shafts long straight line and finally the weapons potentially lethal head. Then she thought of this mans lack of empathyhis obsession with self-enrichment. How could this superb body harbor such a depraved soul? How could Jack Reed live with himself?
Becca took the arrow from his hand, broke the shaft over a knee and, shaking inside, strode away.
* * *
Jack watched Becca Stevenss spectacular behind as she marched off in a fiery temper and had to smile.
When Becca had contacted his office hoping to meet, instinct had said to shake her off. If ever Jack set his sights on a target, he committed to that goal two hundred percent. No one and nothing would sway him. In certain circles, the term pathological was used to describe his drive.
No offense taken.
The same circles might suggest that his reasons for meeting Becca today had been selfish. That it was probable to very likely he would take advantage of his position in this Lassiter standoff for personal gain. And where Becca was concerned, Jack did mean personal.
As she disappeared over the rise, he smiled again.
What a woman.
His cell phone rang. Jack checked out the caller I.D. and, toeing Ms. Stevenss broken arrow aside, connected. Logan. Whatve you got?
Just making sure were still on track.
Coming from humble beginnings, Logan Whittaker had worked hard to build a successful career. As a partner at Drake, Alcott and Whittaker Attorneys based in downtown Cheyenne, Wyoming, Logan had looked after J. D. Lassiters affairs, including the execution of J.D.s last will and testament. The document had cast some challenges Logans way. Some unanticipated rewards, as well. Through work associated with settling the wills terms, he had found his future wife.
Ive spoken with Angelica Lassiter again this morning, Jack said. Shes still going forward.
Youre sure about that? Ive told Angelica more than once the will is airtight. J.D. was in his right mind when he drafted the terms. With majority voting interest, Evan McCain will remain chairman and CEO of Lassiter Media no matter how many punches she wants to throw. I thought she was finally coming around, listening to reason.
Jack headed back toward the shooting line. Sure, she has reservations. Her father was a huge influence on her life. Even with him gone, it goes against the grain to disappoint him and battle that will. But her heart and soul are in that company, Logan. She has J.D.s stubborn streak as well as his keen bent for business.
How hard will you push her?
This isnt my first rodeo. When the attorney audibly exhaled, Jack wasnt fazed. Youre acting under strict instruction here.
Im aware of my obligations, damn it. This still leaves a god-awful taste in my mouth.
That all came with the territory...with being obligated, no matter what.
No one said you had to like it, Jack said.
Logan huffed. Youre one hard-nosed son of a bitch, you know that?
That from a corporate lawyer. Funny.
As Jack reached back to draw an arrow from his quiver, Logan asked, How did your meeting with Becca Stevens play out?
Logan was aware of Beccas phone call and todays arrangements.
She might run Lassiter Charity Foundation, Jack said, but Becca is no Mother Teresa. She put on her boxing gloves and told me to back the hell away.
Did you toss her off your property?
Remembering the fire blazing in those beautiful green eyes, Jack held the phone between his ear and shoulder as he slotted the arrows notch against his bows string. I wouldve asked her to stay for lunch if I thought she wouldnt try to run a butter knife through my heart.
Will she be a problem?
Lord, I hope so.
Logan groaned. For Gods sakes, Jack. Tell me you plan to keep your pants on here.
After the way you mixed Lassiter business up with pleasure, youre in no position to lecture.
When J.D. had bequeathed five million big ones to a mystery woman who didnt want to be found, Logan had not only tracked her down, damned if he hadnt taken her to bed, and more than once. Talk about calling the kettle black.
I wont deny certain lines got blurred, Logan admitted. But I fell in love with Hannah Armstrong and married her. Ill hand my resignation in to the bar the day anything approaching marriage enters your head.
Jack laughed. What an idea.
After the men disconnected, Jack resumed his stand behind the shooting line. He drew back the arrow and, enjoying the tension of the bowstring as he took aim, thought of Becca Stevensthe undisguised malice in her eyes, the sweeping conviction of her words. Then he imagined how darn good she would feel folded in his arms...how sweet her smooth, scented skin would taste beneath his lips. In his mind, Jack heard her whimper his name and then cry out as he sank into her again and again.
Jack released his shot and then shaded his brow to measure the result. When was the last time hed missed a targets center gold ring? This arrow had sailed clean over the top.
* * *
Felicity Sinclairs blue eyes sparkled as she shifted her chair closer to the caf table and lowered her voice. Becca, I have something I need to ask.
About Lassiter Media?
As Lassiter Medias recently promoted vice president of public relations, Fee was always brimming with ideas. Since Beccas appointment with the Lassiter Charity Foundation two years ago, the women had worked closely. More than thattheyd become good friends, the kind who shared everything, during good times as well as bad.
Winding golden-blond hair behind a dainty ear, Fee explained, My question has to do with Chance Lassiter.
That would be your fianc Chance Lassiter, Becca teased.
As Fee reached over to grip her friends hand, the magnificent diamond on her third finger threw back light slanting in through the window.
You were there when I needed to vent about that mess last month, she said. I have to say, it feels a little strange calling Cheyenne home. I love L.A....
Well, youre here now. Youll simply have to visit often. Becca squeezed her hand. Promise?
And you promise to drop in on us at the Big Blue.
Ill bring my Stetson.
Chance Lassiter was J.D.s nephew, the son of the billionaires deceased younger brother, Charles. Chance had managed his uncles world-famous cattle ranchthe Big Blueand while hed been rocked by J.D.s unexpected death, hed gladly accepted, via his uncles will, controlling interest in the ranch he loved more than anything...although now, of course, his vivacious wife-to-be had taken pride of place in the charming cowboys heart.
Fee sat back. I can hardly wait for the wedding. Which brings me back to that question. Becca, would you be a bridesmaid?
Emotion prickled behind Beccas eyes. Fee would make a stunning bride and, given her talent for organizing grand occasions, the ceremony was bound to be nothing short of amazing. Becca was even a little envious.
Marriage and starting a family were nowhere near a priority, but one day Becca hoped to find Mr. Righta kindred spirit who got off on giving back and paying forward. This minute, however, all her energies were centered on helping the foundation survive the storm J.D.s unexpected death and will had left behind.
Of course, there was always room for the wonderful women in her life and their very special requests.
Becca hugged her friend. Fee, I would be honored to be a bridesmaid at your wedding.
The women discussed styles for dresses as well as flowers for bouquets before the conversation turned to a far less pleasant topic.
As coffees arrived, Fee asked, Have you spoken with Jack Reed yet?
Suddenly feeling queasy, Becca nodded. Fee knew that she had hoped to get in Jacks ear.
The backyard of his Beverly Hills mansion houses an Olympic-standard archery field.
Fees lip curled. Your regular Robin Hood.
The joke of the decade, right? Becca pulled her decaf closer. I let him know how his association with Angelica is weighing on Lassiter Media, not least of all the foundation. A lot of the funding comes from Lassiter accounts, but other benefactors are shutting doors in our face. While the notorious Jack Reed has a chance of pulling off a takeover bid and then tearing everything apart, we might as well have leprosy.
Fee flinched. Jack does have a reputation.
Huge understatement. Hes the most ruthless corporate raider this country has given breath to. I hate to think of how quickly hed chop up the company and sell off the pieces if he had a chance. He doesnt give a flying fig where or how the foundation ends up. Becca held her stomach when it churned again. Hes a scourge on mankind.
You have to admit though... Fee lifted her cup to her lips. He is charismatic.
If you can call a snake charismatic.
And incredibly good-looking.
Becca huffedand then gave it up. Sure. The guy is hot, in a Jay Gatsby kind of way.
Gatsby was gorgeous.
Gatsby was a crook.
Sweetie, lets face it. Jack Reed is smoking.
Beccas stomach pitched again. I was taught that power should be used for good. If you have brains and position, for Gods sake, help those less fortunateeven a little bit.
Good luck convincing Jack Reed of that.
Greed. Becca shuddered. Its a disease. When the waitress delivered their coffees, she pointed to an item on the menu. Can I have a caramel fudge brownie, please?
As the waitress made a note and walked away, Fee studied her friend curiously. Since when do you have a sweet tooth?
In school I was always the chubby kid who tried to get out of gym. If ever I felt anxiousupsetId reach for cake or candy.
Then shed joined the Peace Corps and all that had changed. Her life had taken its sharpest turn yet.
Fee set her cup down. Well, youre the poster girl for svelte now.
That craving for sweet stuff doesnt win too often anymore. Dont worry, Becca said as the waitress delivered the brownie. Ill fit into my bridesmaids dress.
I wouldnt care if you were a size two or a twenty. Fee had an awesome athletic build but she didnt judge any book by its cover. I just hate to see you this rattled.
Becca bit into the brownie. As chocolate crumbs fell apart on her tongue, she almost sighed. She tried not to indulge; so many in this world did without. But, dear God, this was good.
I believe in the foundation, she said, sucking caramel off a thumb. I believe in the work it does. Do you know how much weve helped with homeless services, with youth camps, with disaster relief?
When she slid over the plate to share, Fee broke off a corner of the brownie.
Your team does an incredible job, Fee said and popped it in her mouth.
And everyone on my staff wants to keep doing our jobraising funds, making a differenceone person and family at a time.
Fees mouth twisted. Unfortunately, its not your company.
At the moment Lassiter Media was at the center of a tug-of-war primarily between Evan and Angelica, two people who ought to be working, and living, together, not pulling each other apart.
J.D. couldnt have wanted this dissention within the family when he drew up his will.
Given their connection, Fee added, how hard she worked in the company the months before her fathers death, I dont get how he left Angelica so little. It doesnt make sense.
Becca broke off more brownie and mulled as she chewed. John Douglas Lassiter was a smart man, she reflected. A good man with a big heart. The foundation was way more than a tax dodge to J.D. I have to believe he had a good reason for the way his will was arranged.
He must have known Angelica would fight.
Even her brothers are against her now. At first, Angelicas siblings had supported her attempts to find ways to challenge the will. No longer. No one is left on her side.
No one except Jack the Slasher Reed.
For everyones sakes, I hope she gives it up soon, before any more damage is done. To the family as well as the company, including the foundation.
With Jack Reed egging her on, dont hold your breath.
An image formed in Beccas mind...Jack Reed with a quiver slung over his back. He looked so arrogant. So flat-out sexy and self-serving. Becca growled. It all comes back to Jack.
Youre not finished with him, are you?
I cant give up. Becca pushed the plate aside. Im not made that way.
Fee sighed. Problem is Jack Reeds not made that way, either.
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Jack waited until the end of the week and then buckled.
Dusting off a tux, he organized a ticket for the Lassiter Charity Foundation gala ball. By the time hed finished at the office and then showered and drove over, he was unfashionably late. The keynote speaker had long since finished entertaining and educating the glittering crowd. Desserts had been served and suitable music wafted around the ballroom, coaxing couples onto a dance floor that sprawled beneath prisms of light cast by a spectacular Swarovski chandelier.
As he headed toward the VIP tables, Becca Stevens noticed him. Mild surprise registered on her face before she turned in her chair to gauge his approach. Loose, salon-tousled curls mantled her shoulders. Her ears and throat were free of jewels. Sitting proud and erect in a white strapless gown that accentuated her curves and teased the imagination, she gave an impression that lay somewhere between temptress and saint. When Jack stopped before her, she looked up at all six-plus feet of him and arched a brow.
Did you notice? she asked.
That you look exquisite tonight?
Her narrowing gaze sent a warning. Dont flirt.
When you walked into the room, she explained, people stopped talking. I think a lot stopped breathing. They dont expect to see you at a charity night. Although in this case they mightgiven its a Lassiter Media event.
Because Im the big bad wolf here to gobble up everything I can sink my fangs into and then spit out the bones.
She shrugged a bare shoulder. Not to put too fine of a point on it.
Would it surprise you to know that I give to charity?
The Jack Reed Foundation for Chronic Self-Indulgence?
He rubbed a corner of his grin. Youre cute, you know that?
Wait till I get started.
The only other couple left at the table was engrossed in a private conversation. If the room had indeed been distracted by his appearance, the socialites and Fortune 500 reps were back to mingling as far as Jack could tell.
He took the vacant seat next to Beccas. When I donate, I do it anonymously.
Becca brought a glass of water to her lips. How convenient.
Its your job to blow this foundations bugle. How much you give away, how much you help the disadvantaged. Publicity equals exposure, equals a greater chance of raising even more funds and getting the money to those who need it.
As the music swelled and lights dimmed more, he leaned closer and caught the scent of her perfumea hint of red apple, feminine. Way too sexy for her own goodat least where he was concerned.
But tell me, he went on, if you had as much personal wealth as I do, would you need to go around bleating to everyone how generous you were?
I will never have that much personal wealth. Dont want it. Dont need it. Im nothing like you. Not in any way, shape or form. When his gaze dropped to skim her lips, she frowned slightly before pushing to her feet. Dont even think about going there.
No denying he was attracted to Becca Stevens. He had wanted to tip closer, sample those lips, invite her to help fuel the spark. If he wasnt mistakenand Jack was rarely wrongthere was a part of Becca that wanted that, too.
Am I that obvious? he asked, getting to his feet.
Youre ridiculously easy to read.
In certain things.
Ill give you a list. Tell me what Im missing.
As waiters served coffee, Jack crossed his arms. Go ahead.
You have an insatiable thirst for money. Correction. For power. You like expensive toys. Jets and yachts and prestige cars. You enjoy beautiful women hanging off your arm, the more the merrier. Above all else, you love calling the shots. Being the king of your cancerous castle.
Jack frowned.
Ouch.
I like being the boss, he said. So do all CEOs. So did J.D.
Youre missing my point. And, sorry, but youre not in J.D.s league.
He might argue with you on that.
Her look was almost pitying. Modesty is so not your strong suit.
Perhaps youd care to find out what is.
You know, for a smart guy, you just dont get it.
When she breezed out of the room, Jack followed her onto the terrace. He found her standing by a railing, facing a twinkling downtown view. A breeze caught a layer of her gowns skirt; gossamer-thin fabric billowed out, ruffling behind her like filmy wings.
As he headed over, she tossed him an annoyed glance before gripping the railing like she wanted to wring someones neck. You cant take a hint, can you?
Lets not play that kind of game, he drawled. You wanted me to follow. Youre just not sure how to handle things now that I have.
She faced him. Im passionate about my work at the foundation. More passionate than Ive felt about anything before in my life, and thats saying something.
Its how a person uses her passion that counts.
How about for good rather than evil?
Most people thought of Jack Reed that way. Evil incarnate. Difference was that Becca wasnt afraid to tell him point-blank.
Hell, she was right. Everyone was. If he could get his paws on Lassiter Media, if he could truly sink his teeth into a vein, he wouldnt let go until hed drained it all. That was his profession. What he did best.
But with Becca Stevens looking at him as if malevolence might be contagious, for just a second Jack almost hoped he wouldnt get the chance. A part of him actually wanted to let this colossal Lassiter Media opportunity slide off into the water.
Of course, that wasnt possible. Wasntsane. Neither was continuing to annoy poor Ms. Stevens. It wasnt her fault she was caught up in this fight, any more than Jack could help the part he had to play.
Its time my black cape and I flapped away before the first hint of dawn turns us into dust. He affected a bow. Good night, Becca.
She caught up with him at the entrance back into the ballroom, slotting herself between his chest and the door. Jack didnt know whether to smile and relax or frisk her for a wooden stake.
What if I show you how serious I am? she said. Ill prove to you how much good this foundation does. Have you ever visited homeless shelters, soup kitchens? If you see firsthand, youd have to understand. You cant be that big of a monster...can you?
You mean its possible I might have human emotions after all?
When she allowed a small smile, Jack grinned, too. Give me a month, she said, and Ill change your mind.
Change my mind about what?
About dismantling Lassiter Medias assets.
Interesting. You think Angelica and I can win?
Becca lifted her chin. Four weeks.
One day.
One week.
On one condition.
Name it.
What the hell. Id rather show you.
He slid a hand around her waist and drew her in as his mouth dropped over hers.
She went stiff against him. Hands balled into fists against his chest. He waited for her to tear away and call him every name under the sun. Short of her scratching his eyes out, Jack figured it was worth it.
Instead, her fists melted and palms slowly spread before her fingers knotted, winding into his jacket lapels. Then, making a strangled sound in her throat, she pressed in plumb against him. Jack relaxed into it, too.
As his palm on her back tugged her closer, his other hand slipped beneath the curls at the warm base of her neck. Gradually her lips parted under his. Kneading her nape, he tilted his head at more of an angle at the same time the tip of his tongue slid by her teeth.
She stiffened again and this time broke away. Short of breath, eyes wild, she wiped her mouth on her arm. Then she called him a name Jack had been called more than once but never by a lady.
What was that supposed to be?
Jack ran a hand back through his hair. You tell me.
She siphoned down air, half composed herself. Fine, she said. I will. That was a mistake. A big fat never again.
Unless you decide you want to.
She stabbed a finger at his nose. You repulse me.
Do you want to hear my condition or not?
Puzzled, she blinked twice. Condition?
To give you one week to change my mind.
Her throat bobbed as she swallowed and pushed curls back from her brow. Oh. Right.
My condition is that we are civil toward each other.
She muttered, Figures that would be your idea of civil.
It wasnt the time to mention that she had kissed him right back.
Do we have an agreement? Jack hesitated and then ribbed her anyway. Or are you afraid you might find my dark charm irresistible?
Her slim nostrils flared. Id sooner sell my soul to the devil.
Be careful what you wish for. Jack pulled open the door and noise from the ballroom seeped out. Ill collect you from your office Monday, ten a.m. sharp.
Ill arrange my own transport. Ill meet you
Uh-uh. I make the rules. The challenge for you now is to change the game.
Using any means available?
Jack smiled into her spirited green gaze. What an appealing thought.
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Early Monday, as Jack finished up his first call of the working week, the vice president of Reed Incorporated crossed over to his desk. A financial dynamo with a killer background in trading, Sylvia Morse set her hands on her hips.
What exactly are you doing?
Sylvia had been standing inside his office door for the past few minutes, so, trick question?
What do you mean what am I doing? Jack asked.
I want the lowdown. No B.S. Not to me. You just got off the phone from Angelica Lassiteragain. Youve moved mountains to acquire every Lassiter Media share you can lay your hands on. Youd do anything to get a hold of hers.
Sylvias brunette razor-cut looked somehow spikier today, and her normally light gray gaze was definitely darker. He almost asked whether her caffeine addiction had escalated to substances that caused memory loss or confusion, but then Jack remembered her brother was in rehab again and went with the direct approach instead.
He set down his pen. What the hell is up with you this morning?
Youre in bed with Angelica Lassiter, Sylvia went on, to help her regain control of J.D.s company.
Metaphorically speaking, absolutely.
And?
Sylvia, youve been my right hand here for five years. Nothings changed.
So, you intend to buy up, buy in and then put into play the most efficient, financially rewarding way to sell off the various pieces of Lassiter Media. Except that isnt Angelica Lassiters plan.
Jack slumped. Et tu, Sylvia? I thought our moral compasses were in sync.
This is different.
Its never different. He picked up the pen, put his head down. Trust me.
God knows I want to, but somethings missing. Unless youre more ruthless than even I thought, and I know you pretty well.
Better than anyone.
Im on your side, Jackie-boy. Always. But, while youd never admit it publicly, even you must have limits. J. D. Lassiter was a friend. Youd call in on each others homes in Cheyenne. I thought that kind of relationship would put a spin on things.
You thought wrong.
So, feelings never get in the way of business.
Jack got to his feet. Feelings dont get in the way of anything. Period.
He moved to a nearby credenza. Last week, hed been sorting through a spread of figures on a boat company he was keen to acquire. Easy moneyor it would be in a few months after hed taken over and maximized the various resources.
I value your work, Jack told Sylvia, thumbing through the top pages of Baldwin Boats annual financials. I value you. But if ever you decide you want to, you knowmove onId only ever wish you well.
Where in blazes would you ever find another me?
Jack returned her mocking grin. Wouldnt be easy. Then it clicked. Oh, okay. Sure. I get what this is about.
Her face opened up. You do?
Youve been working day and night on the Lassiter deal. Crazy hours. Follows you want a bigger cut when the demolition ball starts swinging.
The intensity in her gaze deepened again before her expression eased and a crooked smile appeared. Guess you are as big a hard-ass as they say. She crossed over, scanned a spreadsheet. Baldwin Boats.
Pushing the prickly issue of Lassiter Media aside, Jack nodded. Im ready to move on it.
I spoke with David Baldwin late Friday. He wants you to meet with him. He asked if youd like a tour of the factory.
Jack had already seen the factory. Damn it, he knew all he needed to know.
He hung his head and winced. I hate this part.
You mean the part where a struggling businessman whos put his entire life into a company thinks there might be a chance of talking you into injecting some much-needed capital and becoming partners?
Yeah, Sylvia. That part. Ive told him well put together a good offer. The best hell get before his company is forced into bankruptcy. Im not interested in having a beer with the boys out back.
David Baldwin had recently made an appointment to discuss his situation. His company, while not huge, had ongoing contracts and sizeable assets. Baldwin Boats was also in financial strife with no easy way out. Same story. Bad economy, rising costs and taxes. Jack had said he thought they could do business. His kind of business, not Baldwins. On that, hed been clear.
Baldwin made beautiful boats but Jack wasnt in the manufacturing trade. To his way of thinking, Baldwin could either come out of this with something via Reed Incorporateds offer, or he could walk away with nothing due to bankruptcy. Despite popular opinion, Jack wasnt completely heartless, even where Lassiter Media was concerned. He hoped David Baldwin grabbed the buoy he had tossed rather than clinging to blind hope and going under.
Just let him know, Jack said, that well have a firm offer to him by end of the month.
When Sylvia turned to leave, he called after her.
Just a heads-up. Becca Stevens paid me a visit.
The director of Lassiter Medias Charity Foundation, right?
She threw out a challenge. If I gave her some time, she would change my mind about going after the company.
Youre joking.
She wants to show me where the money goes.
And you said go jump.
I gave her a week.
Sylvias jaw dropped. It took her time to recover. You schedule your days down to the minute.
If I play my cards right, I might be able to glean some valuable inside information.
Sylvia was shaking her head. Ive run checks on everyone of any note at the company. Becca Stevens is former foster care and post-grad Peace Corps. She might look delectable on the outside but that woman is no cream puff. If youre planning to ensnare Becca with your charms, tread carefully. Shes smart and shes tough and shell do anything to win.
Jack ran a finger and thumb down his tie. We should get on like two peas in a pod. Catching the time on his watch, he moved to grab his jacket. Im meeting with Joe Rivers to discuss the logistics on that opportunity in China, and then Im off to meet Ms. Stevens.
Off to seduce Ms. Stevens, you mean. Sylvia angled her head. Unless shes a step ahead of you.
How so? He shrugged into his jacket.
Maybe she plans to do the seducing.
To work her way into my heart and save her foundation?
Im not kidding. My information says shes extremely resourceful.
He winked and swung open the door for them both. Lord, I hope so.
* * *
As Jack Reeds luxury black sedan swerved off Sunset and into the Lassiter Media Buildings forecourt, Becca strode over and swung open the passenger-side door. She settled into the soft leather seat while, hands locked on the wheel, Jack assessed her quizzically.
At the gala ball, hed caught her off guard. In a designer tuxedo hed been born to wear, every aspect of his star quality had been amplified tenfold. The white slash of his smile had almost knocked Becca off her chair. By the time hed stopped at the table, her heart was thudding in her throat, in her ears. She thought shed hid his effect on her pretty well.
Until that kiss.
Their head-spinning, utterly unforgivable kiss.
Today Becca was prepared. Alert and armed and ready for anything.
Nice ride, she said, buckling up. Smells new. And while she would never admit it out loud, Jack smelled good, too. Fresh and woodsy and one hundred percent male.
I know when we agreed to do this I said my rules, but I didnt expect you to wait outside for me. Id have come up to collect you.
Time is money.
Well, thats...considerate of you.
I was talking about the foundations time and money.
The uncertain look on his face cleared and his dark eyes gleamed as he grinned. Of course you were.
When he flicked a questioning glance at her legs, Becca secretly quivered. The look wasnt meant to be intimate, but her body didnt seem to know the difference. Warmth washed through her veins, the same shot of heat that had made rubber bands of her ligaments when Jack had kissed her that night.
Beccas hands bunched in her lap.
Dont think about that now.
Do you wear jeans to the office often? he asked, steering onto the road.
Depends what I have planned for the day.
She sounded cool and collected despite her nails digging into her palms. His nearest arm and thigh were too close. Even in the air-conditioning, his body heat was tangible, enough to make her upper lip and hairline sweat.
Where are we headed? he asked, changing up gears.
A high school. Nodding at the stoplights, Becca set her mind to the task. Next right here.
A school, huh? Someone need a new gym?
She studied his profile, the hawkish nose, that confident air. You really have no idea, do you?
I thought thats what this week was about. Giving me a clue.
She planned to do a truckload more than that.
How well do you remember your teenage years? she asked. Youd have done well in sport. Footballs my guess. He only smiled. You got good grades, too, right? I bet you didnt have to try.
Chemistry was tricky.
But you knew what you liked. What resonated. And your parents could afford an Ivy League school.
I worked hard when I got there.
What kind of car did you drive?
He named a luxury German make.
Fresh off the assembly line? she asked.
His laugh was warm and deep. You think you can guilt me out, Becca?
I hope I can open your eyes.
He looked across at her again and this time when he took in her jeans, Becca sensed he was labeling her, slotting her into another compartment in his head. The very idea set her teeth on edge.
You didnt come from money, he said.
He didnt need to know the whole storyor not at this early stage in the game.
My parents own a bakery.
He threw her a surprised look and held it before concentrating again on the traffic.
Im one of four, she went on. We kids were taught that we needed to take responsibility for others in society who were less fortunate. Giving back and being community-minded are the secret not only to a happy life but also a happier world. During my senior year, I volunteered at hospitals and nursing homes....
Attention on the road, his gaze had gone glassy. Becca cleared her throat.
Am I boring you, Jack?
You could never bore me. He rubbed his freshly shaven jaw, which still had the shadow of persistent stubble. Its just that Ive traveled a few miles since school.
She appealed to Jack Reeds ego. I cant imagine how much youve learned since then. How much you could pass on.
Is that what were doing? You want me to give a talk to schoolkids about aiming for the stars?
A fair percentage of the kids well see today have battled depression and suicidal thoughts and some have even attempted to end their own lives.
From the way a pulse had suddenly begun to pop in his cheek, finally she had his attention.
She indicated a driveway. In there.
The public secondary high school had around three thousand students, grades nine through twelve. Its multi-story red-brick buildings, landscaped with soaring palm trees, had been used as filming locations for several movies and TV shows. After parking the car, they headed for an area by the front chain-link fence where a mass of students had gathered. The kids were cheering as a stream of riders on bicycles flew past in a blur of Lycra color and spinning wheels. A couple of students waved a big sign: Ride for U.S.
Do you ride a bike, Jack? Becca asked over the hoots and applause from the excited mob jostling around them.
Not one with pedals. Not for a while.
These people are riding from coast to coast to bring awareness and help to teenagers who cant see a light at the end of their tunnel. Whose parents might be alcoholics, prostitutes, drug addicts or dealers. A lot of those kids bring themselves up. They might be taught to fetch drugs or another bottle of booze from the cabinet.
As the last of the bikes shot past, Jack gazed on, looking strangely indifferent. Detached.
She tried again. The Lassiter Foundation donates to this cause every year, and we help decide where and how funds raised ought to be spent.
He took out a pair of shades from his inside breast pocket and perched them on his nose. A big job.
Not compared to the effort this bunch puts in.
Some students were fooling around with a football. When a toss went off track, Jack reached and effortlessly caught the ball before hurling it back to the boys. Then, impassive again, he straightened his shades.
You dont have any children? she asked.
Im not married.
The two dont necessarily go hand in hand.
No children.
That you know of.
He exhaled. Right.
The crowd started to head back into the building. How freaky would it be to find out that youd fathered a child say twenty years ago when you were cruising around in that gleaming new Beamer, acing your assignments, planning out your future with waves of twenty-four-carat-gold glitter.
I might have a reputation, but Ive always been responsible where sex is concerned.
Right there we have a difference in understanding. How can a big-time player be responsible where sex in concerned?
His smile was thin. Takes practice.
Were getting off topic. Point is that from day one you led a privileged life. Most kids arent that lucky. Most children could use a hand on their way to reaching adulthood.
Inside the gymnasium, she and Jack sat to one side at the back in the bleachers while the leader of Ride for U.S. addressed the students. Tom Layton was a professional counselor Becca knew through various channels. He had incredible insight into the minds of young adults, a gift he used to full advantage. As he spoke to the audience, Tom and Becca made eye contact. Tom winked to say hi but didnt miss a beat.
Good, isnt he? she whispered across to Jack. Everything seems so life or death to teens. Tom gets that. A child needs all his strength going forward because the real test is later in life when he has to follow his own star, when he needs to develop a thick skin toward those who might want to trash his dream, for whatever reason.
Minus the sunglasses now, Jack trained his hooded gaze on her. Would it surprise you to learn that you and I arent so different, Becca?
It would surprise the living hell out of me.
His eyebrows drew together and damned if she didnt sense something real shift in Jack Reed. Not compassion or empathy exactly. That would have been too much to ask. It was more of a fleeting connection that fell through her fingertips, like loose grains of sand, before she could truly grasp it.
While Tom listed signs that everyone should watch for when identifying a peer who needed help, Becca scanned the audience. The geeks up front were all ears, some even taking notes. The lot in the middle alternated between sneaking looks at smartphones and zoning out, daydreaming about extracurricular activities. The mob in the backthe ones who really needed to listenwere restless. It was difficult to see a bright future when home life sucked everything into a vortex of gray. She and Tom wanted to help change that.
Thirty minutes later, as the principal thanked his guests and a round of applause went up, Jack immediately stood to stretch his spine. Becca looked up the entire length of him. God, he was tall.
Still awake? she asked, standing, too.
Sure. He stretched again. Coffee would be good though.
As they headed down the bleacher aisle, she helped bring the bigger picture into focus.
The foundation works with school counselors across the country to get help to students who are under imminent threat. Who need our help now. This minute. We put on camps where they can talk about their problems in a safe and encouraging environment. Where they can share everything with others they identify with. Its important these kids know theyre not alone.
At the bottom on the bleachers, Jack held up a hand. Excuse me a moment? I need to make a call.
Okay. Shed drowned him with information, trying to make every second count. Now she needed to ease her foot off the pedal. Mix it up a bit.
No problem, she said. Go ahead. Ill wait here.
Jack drew out his cell and thumbed in a number as he strolled across the floor. By the time hed disconnected, hed wound back and was approaching a group who included Tom Layton. When the two men shook hands and spoke, Becca debated whether or not to join them. But they only talked for a moment before Tom sent a friendly wave her way and let Jack go. As Jack drew closer, she couldnt hide her smile.
That was nice, she said.
Sure. Nice guy. Jack rested his hand on her arm and eyed the exit. Lets go.
Logic told Becca to remove herself from his touch. This wasnt a date.
Then again, giving her a guiding hand wasnt exactly an inappropriate gesture, either. If she wanted the chance to push her case going forward, she had to choose her battles. Jack had accepted her challenge, but he could walk away at any time.
And, secretly...
A part of her liked the contact. Crazy, dangerous, stupid. Still, there it was.
As he led her toward the gym doors, Becca made a suggestion.
We could go back to the office for that coffee. My barista skills are renowned in that building.
Youre not afraid of being hit by a grenade, he said, or ambushed by gunfire? Thats why you waited outside this morning, isnt it? You wanted to keep this arrangement and the questions as quiet as possible.
Her step almost faltered. I told you why I met you downstairs.
Youre not worried some people might think youre getting too friendly with the foe?
If I was worried about my reputation, I wouldnt invite you back, now, would I? Sliding her arm away from his, she turned his assumption on its head. Maybe its you whos afraid to front up at Lassiter Media.
His slanted grin oozed sex appeal. Yeah, he said. That must be it.
As they entered the parking lot, Becca took stock. Shed decided to ease back on the info dump, and shed got rattled at the idea of her loyalties ever being questioned, but she still needed to keep the dialogue open and evolving. She had to keep Jack close. So, big breath and moving on.
Now thats settled, she said, walking alongside of him, are we on for coffee?
If Danishes are involved.
Youre a fan?
Can you spell cheese, blueberry, apple toffee?
Suddenly Becca could taste all her favorites. How about cinnamon or custard?
Now youre talking.
With my family owning a bakery, there was lots of cake growing up. Too much.
He gave her an odd look and then smiled. You can never have too much cake.
Becca could have argued. She also wanted to know what that strange look was about. Instead she smiled as he opened the car door for her. If she let him in a little more, maybe he would open up to her, too. And then surely light and a sprinkling of goodness would fall among the shadows. Even where blackhearted Jack Reed was concerned.
* * *
Jack parked in a space outside of the Lassiter Media Building. After switching off the ignition, he lifted his chin to loosen his tie. He was serious about needing a coffeeextra strong. At each turn this morning, hed been taken off guard.
Firstly, he was sure Sylvia had said that Becca had been a foster kid. Was she lying about the bakery? Something hinky was going on there.
Second, he, too, was a benefactor of Ride for U.S. When Tom Layton had spotted him and Becca in the bleachers together, Jack had seen speculation flare in the younger mans eyes. It wasnt a reach to think Tom had wondered whether he and Becca had partnered up in some charity-minded capacity. So, before Tom had the chance to wander over and all kinds of questions were asked, Jack had made an excuse and had bumped into him. Then, on the quiet, hed let Tom know nothing had changed. No one needed to know who Reed Incorporated gave to, when, how or particularly whyunless it was the taxman.
If Becca wanted to stand behind general consensus and believe his character was a step away from sludge, Jack was used to being pegged as a villain. Hell, wearing that label where Becca was concerned was probably best. When the Lassiter deal went his way and the ax began to fall all around her, she might be hurt but at least she wouldnt be surprised.
On the upside, he had heard everything shed said about problems facing young adults. Depression, self-harm, suicide...he wished he could wave a wand and all the damagepast, present and futurewould be fixed.
Becca got out of the car before Jack had a chance to swing around and open her door.
Will we personally choose our Danishes? she asked over the roof of the car. Or should we have them delivered?
On the way back from the school, shed mentioned a good bakery near the office.
Well go have a look, he said.
Cheese, blueberry and apple toffee, right?
Slipping on sunglasses, he met her at the trunk. And cinnamon and custard.
She laughed, an effervescent, sexy sound that suited her far better than a scowl. Just how much can you eat? Or am I buying for the whole office?
Im buying, he said. Might as well throw in a couple of chocolate chip muffins while were at it.
Now thats getting dangerous. They headed off toward the mall via the buildings entrance. And its my treat. No argument. Youre my guest. She playfully eyed him up and down. A guest with a very big appetite.
And growing by the minute.
Her smile changed in a knowing, measured way at the same time her gaze flicked to his mouth. Every one of Jacks extremities began to tingle.
Maybe shes the one doing the seducing.
Earlier, he had scoffed at Sylvias suggestion, but the idea of Becca Stevens as calculating seductress out to save the world wasnt so far-fetched. Would she think that flirting, or even sleeping with him, might gain her information...curry favor...change his mind? After the kiss they had shared, he knew her hormones wouldnt object even if her conscience did.
Out of the corner of his eye, Jack saw a woman emerge from the buildings main entrance. The slender build, dark brown hair and matching eyes were unmistakable. Angelica Lassiter was so absorbed in her thoughts, she almost ran into them without noticing. Recognizing Jack first, she sagged and let out a ragged sigh.
Thank God. How did you know Id be here? she asked. Then she saw Becca.
Angelica was strong-willed, like her dad. But right now, with those dark-brown eyes wide and questioning, she looked as if she was teetering on an edge.
Jack spoke to Becca first. Can we do this later?
She said, Of course, before offering Angelica an awkward goodbye. As Becca moved inside the building, Jack looped his arm through Angelicas.
Cmon. Lets walk.
Four (#ulink_191af8a2-f6d0-5288-aafd-d3c39f05396a)
What are you doing with Becca Stevens? Angelica asked as Jack ushered her away from the Lassiter Media Building and down the busy boulevard sidewalk.
Beccas worried about the foundations future, he said.
Angelica nodded deeply. She does a brilliant job there. Her heart is totally in the right place. But, Jack, dont think for a minute shes on our side. She doesnt like you. Given our association, Im sure she doesnt like me much at the moment, either.
Angelica could easily have grown up a spoiled pain. Shed come along later in Ellie Lassiters life, after J.D. and his wife had been warned against ever trying to conceive. Ellie had died just days after giving birth to a healthy baby girl. Elevated blood pressure had brought on a stroke.
Years earlier, Ellie and J.D. had adopted her orphaned nephews, Sage and Dylan. After Ellies death, J.D. and the boys had showered all their love and attention on Angelica, who had developed into a remarkably caring, career-minded woman.
It was no secret that J.D. had been grooming his daughter to take over Lassiter Media. When J.D. had died suddenly from a massive coronary, everyone was shocked to hear his final wishes at the wills reading. But, one by one, all had accepted the inexplicable terms. All except Angelica and, of course, Jack.
Yep, Becca supports Evan.
And if you want her to switch camps, Angelica went on, youre wasting your time. When that woman makes up her mind about something, theres no changing it. And frankly, Jack, I dont see any point in trying.
Youve got it mixed up. Becca came to me. She wants me to see where the foundations money goes. All the good it does.
He thought better of admitting he was hoping to pick up some Lassiter intel along the way. He wouldnt add to the tally of his baser tactics where Angelicas opinion of him was concerned.
She was mulling over his words. Becca wants to inspire you enough that youll back off from any takeover bid, and all the bad publicity and doubt plaguing the foundation will disappear along with you.
She stopped and sat heavily down on a vacant bench at a bus stop.
I hate that the company is suffering, she said. I hate that my family can barely look at me anymore. She exhaled a shaky breath as he sat alongside of her. Its getting to me, Jack. Grinding me down until my head feels like it might explode.
Trust me, he said. Were in a good place with this.
I rang Dylan this morning, a sisterly call to see how he and Jenna are doing.
Dylan had got involved with Jenna Montgomery, a florist in Cheyenne. Jack had heard that the couple had weathered some severe relationship storms before recently tying the knot.
Of course, the conversation swung onto the will, Angelica went on. I got so stirred up, I could have hit something. Out of everyone, I never thought Dylan would turn against me. We were so close when we were young. I thought we still were.
After high school, Dylan had set sail to see the world. Odd jobs in restaurants had grown into head chef opportunities in premiere establishments. Five years ago, J.D. asked him to head the Lassiter Grill Group with restaurants in L.A., Vegas, Chicago and now their hometown, Cheyenne. Hed inherited complete control of the restaurant business when J.D. died.
Dylan told me again, Angelica said, that I needed to accept Dads wishes. That I should bury the hatchet and get on with my life. Staring into the noisy downtown traffic, she bit her lip and shook her head. I needed to talk to Evan. Thrash it out. Know what he said? Evan said I should settle down. Sitting in my chair, in my office. Can you believe it?
As a tear rolled down her cheek, Jack fished out a pressed handkerchief from his inside breast pocket.
Gritting her teeth, Angelica dabbed her face. I cant get my mind around the fact that Evan somehow conspired with my father to do this. Or maybe Evan somehow conspired against us both.
Jack wanted to put his arm around her. Squeeze her hand. But Angelica didnt need sympathy. She needed firm direction. He sat forward, elbows on thighs, fingers thatched between knees.
Evans right, he said.
As the 302 bus growled by, she shot Jack a glance. Excuse me?
You do need to settle down. Then you need to refocus and never let that target out of your sights. You cant afford to let emotion get in the way.
Just sometimes, Jack...sometimes I wonder whether were doing the right thing. Whether its worth it.
You wonder whether you ought to give up your inheritance because Sage and Dylan dont approve? Pulling out all the stops, Jack turned toward her. Sage was never close to J.D. Hes a billionaire in his own right, for Gods sakes, and yet he got twenty-five percent of Lassiter Media in the will. And Dylan? Why, hes happy as a pig in mud since hes snagged controlling interest of the Lassiter Grill Group. Then theres you. J.D.s only child through blood. His little princess. Tell me how the hell it works when you get a lousy ten percent and the man you trusted enough to want to marry walks away with controlling voting interest of your fathers company. Jack sneered. I dont give a rats furry behind whether or not Sage or Dylan or anyone else approves of your attempt to get whats rightfully yours.
Angelicas shoulders squared slightly and she blinked several times as if her eyes might be stinging.
I miss Dad so much, she said. I wish I could talk to him now. Let him make sense of it all. Im torn between wanting to fold and being outraged that he could embarrass and hurt me like this. I worked my rear end off for that company. It was all I thought, ate. Slept. She swallowed back emotion and brushed away another tear. Im just so tired of it all.
Jack almost groaned aloud. Hed valued J.D.s friendship, but if hed been alive and standing in front of him now, Jack would have plowed him in the jaw, what Jack stood to make out of this deal be damned.
Angelica dabbed her cheek again. Im a wimp.
Hey, would I team up with a wimp?
When he bumped her shoulder, she almost grinned.
Sylvia and I are working nonstop, he said, finding ways to boost our position in the companys shares. It wont be long now. Were almost there. Okay?
A genuine smile flickered at the corners of her mouth before her gaze narrowed, searching his.
In the past, youve only ever wanted to tear down and sell off companies youd acquired. Why is Lassiter Media any different?
You really need to ask?
Everyones asking.
J.D. was a close friend. Ive known you since you were a skinny kid with braids. Im doing precisely, to a T, what your father would want me to do.
Except it goes against his final wishes.
That cant have been his intent. Search your heart and tell me you dont agree.
Her gaze narrowed again.
You would never betray me, would you, Jack?
As a shiver ran up his spine, Jack looked her dead in the eye. No, Angelica, he said. I would never betray you.
* * *
Jack followed Angelica back to the Lassiter family mansion, which sat on two acres of Beverly Hills north of Sunset. J.D. had bought the Spanish Colonial revival twenty years ago when hed created the L.A. office. Built in the 1930s, the mansion retained its original wrought-iron detail, leaded glass and homemade Spanish tiles. In recent years, however, Angelica had contributed much in the way of decorating its 11,000 feet of luxury living space. It had been more her home than J.D.s.
When Jack and Angelica began to go over some figures and she asked him to stay for lunch, of course, he accepted. He even helped her prepare enough egg salad sandwiches to feed ten. Then they sat and ate in the lanai, taking in the sparkling pool and the flawless blue sky of late summer. By the time they had talked through everything and Angelica felt positive again about going forward, the sun was arcing toward the west.
As she accompanied Jack through the living room with its soaring ceiling to the front entrance, for the hundredth time he considered the part he was playing in this unfolding drama. Complex and uncomfortable, even for him. Still, as he had said to Angelica earlier, they need only keep their eyes on the target.
I shouldnt have kept you this long. Angelica looked weary, resting her cheek against the opened door edge as Jack stepped onto the extravagant porch.
Im here anytime you need me.
Becca Stevens must be wondering where you got to.
She probably welcomed the break.
I doubt that.
When Angelica sent him a fond smile, Jack held her shoulder. Youll be okay.
You were always a good friend to my father...to me. I dont know what Id do without you.
Youll never have to worry about that.
There was a spring in Jacks step as he crossed to his car. He had helped Angelicaor not helped, depending on which team a person rooted for. On top of that, even after having his fill of egg salad, Jack was still fanging for those Danishes.
Steering out onto the main road, he put through a call to the Lassiter Foundation and gave his name. He was transferred to Beccas assistant.
Sorry, Mr. Reed. Ms. Stevens left for the day.
Jack checked the dash clock. A little after four. Shes gone home? he asked.
I couldnt say.
He reverse head-butted the seat. Damn.
Do you have her private number?
Sorry, sir. I cant give that out.
Jack knew he could get it easily enough. Not the point. Nothing was more important to Becca than saving her foundation, which translated into putting all her efforts into trying to talk him around. Surely her nose wasnt put out because Angelica had needed him earlier.
So, what had come up that was so urgent? Was Becca playing hard to get? He wasnt that desperate for Danish.
When his cell rang a minute later, he connected without checking the ID.
It wasnt Becca.
Hey, Jack. David Baldwin here.
Jack flinched but put a smile in his voice. Hey. Hows it going, David?
Call me Dave. Have you got a few minutes? Id like to show you something.
Sylvia already mentioned another factory tour.
She let me know. Youve seen enough there.
And youll have an offer by end of the month. Silence echoed down the line. Dave, you there?
I wanted to speak with you about a personal matter.
Damn it. He shouldve checked that caller ID. Im not sure I can help with any personal issues.
Actually its about me helping you.
Im tied up at the moment, but sit tight and well get that offer
This is about family, Jack. Its about...a journey.
Jack had heard it all before in a hundred different ways from just as many different people. The times they had spoken, David Baldwin had come across as a good guy whod worked hard and considered his employees to be just that...family. Now, he wanted Jack to get involved, drag his financial butt out of the fire and save his business. Save the day.
And, hey, there was something about David Baldwin that gave Jack pause. Something in the deep brown of his eyes that made him care. But this association could end only one way and that was not with the two of them sharing Christmas dinners.
Ill be in touch soon, Jack said. Another calls coming through. Take care.
He disconnected. A single beat later, pain ripped through his chesta stab followed by one almighty twist. Stopping at lights, he winced, massaging the spot.
Not heartburn or, God forbid, a heart attack. Just this Lassiter issue getting to him. The Baldwin business, too. If David wanted to save his family, best of luck. Jack couldnt help.
And, while she might never accept itwhile she would want to see his head on a spike when this was doneJack couldnt help Becca Stevens, either.
* * *
The next morning, Jacks cell phone woke him.
Rubbing his eyes, Jack grabbed it, checked the caller IDlesson learnedand connected.
Jack? Becca sounded puzzled. Did I wake you?
He sat up, ran a hand through his hair. The bedside clock read eight-oh-five. Holy crap. He always had trouble getting to sleep, but what the hell time had he finally nodded off last night?
I thought Id call early, she went on. I have a plan.
Jack smothered a yawn. I like plans.
Can I come over and tell you about it?
I thought you might have been, well...
Pissed at you after ditching me yesterday? I understand your situation with Angelica. She feels backed into a corner.
The only way out is to fight.
Or to accept. Even forgive.
He swung his feet over and onto the floor. Ultimately, thats up to her.
Itd help if you stopped pushing her.
Jack grinned. I thought you said you understood.
He heard her sigh. At least she didnt argue.
What time can I come over? she asked.
She certainly was eager. Why not the office?
Itd save time.
He couldnt argue with that. Ill just jump in the shower.
It was on the tip of his tongue to suggest that hed wait for her. Bad Jack.
See you in thirty then, she said.
Naked, he crossed to the bathroom. Ill be here. With bells on.
* * *
Jack answered his booming doorbell wearing tatty jeans that hung low on his hips. He hadnt bothered to put on a shirt. When he lifted an arm to lean against the jamb and his epic six-pack firmed up even more, Becca could have drooled.
Look into his eyes. Not the big, bronzed chest or that strip of skin south of his navel, damn it. Look at his eyes.
Morning, he said. Youre late.
A lousy ten minutes. And she wouldnt give him the satisfaction of asking where the rest of his clothes were, either. Even his feet were bare; who knew toes could be sexy?
The other time she had visited, an older man with an impeccable air had seen her through to the back lawn. I thought the butler would answer the door, she said.
Mervs not a butler. His arm slid down as he stepped back to allow her inside. He looks after things for me on the home front. Its his day off.
Did you grow up having a person like Merv around to mix your chocolate milk? she asked, stepping into the double-story, marble-decked foyer that smelled of money.
I did.
Must be nice.
He laughed. Still trying to guilt me out?
Just saying...
Merv does a great job. In return he is paid extremely well.
She pinned up a smile. Then everyones happy.
Jack must have been six-two or -three. In peep-toe flats that matched her simple white summer dress, Becca felt way less than her average height. When his scent filled her lungs, she fought the absurd urge to wither against him...even drag her lips all over those pecs. His chest was that good.
Before he shut the door, he did a double-take at her ride parked in the forecourt. Tell me thats not a company car.
My 63 Fiat Bambino is whats known as a true classic.
He squinted, looking harderadmiring the distinctive light mint-green shade, perhaps. Are those dinky wheels even roadworthy?
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