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Five Star Temptation
Jacquelin Thomas
He’s tempting her in ways she never imagined… Working undercover has its advantages…especially when Ryan Manning encounters one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. The investigative reporter took to the streets of Beverly Hills to expose the plight of the homeless. Now he’s installed in Sage Alexander’s fabulous luxury resort and spa…being given the royal five-star treatment by the hotel heiress herself!Something about the tall, handsome stranger in rugged clothing touches Sage’s heart. Until she discovers who he really is. Stung by his deception, Sage vows to keep her distance from Ryan. But it’s too late. She can’t control her feelings—or her passion—for the courageous journalist. Ryan’s masquerade is over, but is their love affair just beginning? The Alexanders of Beverly Hills
He’s tempting her in ways she never imagined…
Working undercover has its advantages…especially when Ryan Manning encounters one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. The investigative reporter took to the streets of Beverly Hills to expose the plight of the homeless. Now he’s installed in Sage Alexander’s fabulous luxury resort and spa…being given the royal five-star treatment by the hotel heiress herself!
Something about the tall, handsome stranger in rugged clothing touches Sage’s heart—until she discovers who he really is. Stung by his deception, Sage vows to keep her distance from Ryan. But it’s too late, she can’t control her feelings—or her passion—for the courageous journalist. Ryan’s masquerade is over, but is their love affair just beginning?
Sage loved the way Ryan’s kissable lips parted when he laughed that deep,
throaty laugh. He was a very handsome and sexy man—a striking contrast
to when she’d met him for the first time.
At the end of the evening, Ryan escorted her up to her place.
Sage unlocked her door, then turned to face Ryan. He leaned over and kissed her. “I really enjoyed our first date.”
She resisted the urge to touch the place where his lips had been. Her heart was racing, and Sage could feel her blood rushing through her veins.
She glanced up at Ryan, who said, “I didn’t offend you just now, did I?”
“No, you didn’t,” she answered quickly. Sage’s heart fluttered wildly in her chest
His nearness sent a shiver of wanting through her. “Not at all.”
Ryan pulled Sage into his arms, his mouth covering hers hungrily.
She returned his kiss with a hunger that belied her outward calm. Burying her face in his neck, Sage breathed a kiss there.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you,” Ryan confessed.
“Probably as many times as I’ve wanted you to kiss me.”
JACQUELIN THOMAS
is an award-winning, bestselling author with more than thirty-five books in print. When she is not writing, she is busy working toward a degree in psychology. Jacquelin and her family live in North Carolina.
Five Star Temptation
ESSENCE BESTSELLING AUTHOR
Jacquelin
Thomas
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Dear Reader,
How many times do we walk past someone who is homeless? How many times do we take a few minutes just to get to know the person? It’s one thing to give a few dollars, but Sage Alexander decided to do something more. In the second book of The Alexanders of Beverly Hills series, Sage encounters a man on the street who will forever change her life. Ryan Manning is an investigative reporter who is passionate when it comes to the plight of the homeless. He goes undercover and is surprised not only by Sage Alexander’s generous and caring nature, but also by his feelings for her.
This is a cause I have been involved in for years, so it’s natural that I would want to write a story about the plight of the homeless. It is my goal to entertain you with a romantic story, but also give you pause for thought the next time you encounter someone down on his/her luck. I hope you will enjoy the ride as you learn more about Ryan and Sage.
May you find it a temptation that is much too hard to resist.
Best regards,
Jacquelin
Contents
Chapter 1 (#u27240b13-82fb-56bd-9d4a-632ed64c0309)
Chapter 2 (#u27be63bc-6f69-50b7-8332-705523f12e54)
Chapter 3 (#u31e77c8b-cb9d-54d9-b4e0-0111aa672d1d)
Chapter 4 (#u58914613-07ce-58d3-8adb-f06f3e047e1c)
Chapter 5 (#u47665615-1fdd-5f8f-a3ab-78bb420e887a)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 9 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 19 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 20 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 21 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
Epilogue (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 1
“Every woman I know—no matter how successful and ambitious, how financially and emotionally secure—feels panic, occasionally coupled with desperation, if she hits thirty and finds herself unmarried.”
Sage Alexander huffed after reading aloud an article by R. G. McCall. “I think panic overstates it, let alone desperation.” She tossed the magazine on the coffee table, nearly knocking over her glass of lemonade.
In a swift move, Sage rescued the glass and took a sip. Still fuming over the article, she uttered, “He’s a man. What does he really know about women?”
“Perhaps you should finish the article before passing judgment, dear?” her mother suggested with a tiny smile. “Besides, R.G. may be a woman.” Barbara Alexander took a long sip of the ice-cold lemonade before setting her glass down on a side table.
Barbara Alexander had decided to spend the day in Beverly Hills, leaving the peaceful estate home in Pacific Palisades she had come to love. She spent the morning talking to employees and hotel patrons. Sage had prepared a light lunch of grilled chicken salad, yeast rolls and steamed broccoli. They had just finished eating and sat down to relax in the living room while finishing off their glasses of lemonade.
Sage set her glass down, making sure it was secure on the Brazilian-cherry coaster. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, saying, “Oh, he’s definitely a man, Mama. I can tell from the tone of his articles. He comes across as cynical and bitter in his writing as far as I’m concerned. He is someone with a serious chip on his shoulder.”
She ran her fingers through her soft curls. “I have no idea why Kellen likes his work so much.” Sage made a mental note to ask her brother why he was such a fan of R. G. McCall. “Maybe it’s because he’s so mysterious. All anyone really knows about him is his name,” Sage said.
“I’ve read a few of his articles,” Barbara stated. “I can certainly understand why he is so protective of his identity. He tends to get to the heart of the matter, and a lot of people would prefer to keep the truth buried. I think he’s usually unbiased in his articles.”
“What he does is throw rocks at you and then hides his hand,” Sage sniped. She had no idea why she’d allowed this writer—a man she had never met—to get under her skin like this. Maybe it was because he had chosen a topic that was a bit too close for comfort for Sage.
That topic was her state of singleness.
Barbara chuckled. “Well, he’s certainly got you riled up this afternoon. Maybe it’s a good thing that you didn’t finish reading the article.”
Sage gave a grudging nod. “Mama, I’m going to be thirty in October. I really don’t need R. G. McCall telling me that I’m in panic mode or desperate just because I would like to settle down and have a family. That man has rubbed me the wrong way this time with his choice in subject.”
“Don’t take it so personally, dear.”
Her mother was right, but it was hard to just ignore the article. It was just one of many on the subject of women reaching the thirty-year mark. It was Sage’s birthday wish to find the man of her dreams, although deep down she felt as if her knight in shining armor was nothing more than a dream that would never come true.
Sage had dated a few times since her arrival in Los Angeles, and some of the men were really nice, but they were not the type of man she wanted in her life long-term for various reasons. Sage knew that she had to really be careful in her choices of men due in part to her sudden fame. The Alexander family had been thrust into the limelight, and Sage soon found herself with no shortage of admirers—mostly men who were hoping to land a wealthy heiress.
Her father had inherited the late Robert DePaul’s vast estate nearly a year ago, which included the luxury chain of what was now known as the Alexander-DePaul Hotel & Spa. Before the inheritance, they were just a family living a normal life in the small town of Aspen, Georgia, located forty miles west of Atlanta. They were still the same people before the fame and money, but it seemed as though everyone else had changed around them. People close to them treated them differently.
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting to be married and ready to start a family before thirty-five,” Sage blurted. “I want to be able to enjoy my children before I’m too old.”
“You’re right, sweetie,” Barbara agreed. “There’s nothing wrong with the way you feel. As for a family, I wouldn’t worry about it. Just trust that the Lord will bring the right man at the right time.”
Sage embraced her mother. “Thanks, Mama. I’m so glad I decided to come to Los Angeles. I would have hated being so far away from you.” Sage and her brothers Ari, Blaze and Drayden all relocated to Los Angeles to work with their parents at the newly named Alexander-DePaul corporate offices. Her expertise was in real estate, which is why her father had given Sage the responsibility for overall sales of the portfolio of residences located at the hotel in the heart of Beverly Hills and steps from renowned Rodeo Drive.
“I’m glad you’re here, too,” Barbara responded. “I don’t know if Malcolm could handle all this without his children.” She rose to her feet. “Thanks so much for lunch and the conversation. I’m supposed to meet your daddy in an hour. I’ve finally convinced him to give his wardrobe a face-lift.”
Sage broke into a grin. “Good luck with that.” Her father hated shopping with a passion.
She and Barbara embraced and then headed to the door.
They took the private elevator down to the garage.
“I’ll give you a call later in the week,” Sage told her mother. “If you and Daddy don’t have any plans, I might drive out to the house this weekend. I want to see the new renovations.” Her parents had decided to change some things in the house. They wanted their blended personalities echoed throughout every room.
“We’ll be home,” Barbara responded.
They embraced again in the parking garage before Barbara headed to her car.
Sage watched her mother get into the car, and she remained glued to the spot until Barbara drove away.
Instead of returning to her penthouse, Sage decided to walk through the hotel. The Beverly Hills property had been inspired by the Spanish Revival architecture and Mediterranean styling that was so prevalent in the area. The interior evoked timeless elegance in sun-drenched colors of gold, salmon, coral and cream, which Sage found awe-inspiring and beautiful.
Her life was perfect, Sage thought to herself.
But it would be even better if she had someone to share it with.
* * *
Ryan Manning—aka R. G. McCall—was thirty-two years old, living in New York, and had been working as an investigative reporter for the past ten years with a major newspaper. After his painful divorce and suffering from writer’s block, Ryan decided to take a year off. His other love was cooking, so he opened a restaurant in Manhattan. However, his passion for the written word and the truth called him back into news reporting—this time as a freelance writer. His restaurant had turned out to be a very successful venture and was currently managed by his brother.
A news short on television caught Ryan’s eye.
The story of Malcolm Alexander inheriting the DePaul estate was still news, even though Robert DePaul had been gone for almost a year. People were still hungry for any information about this family from a small town in Georgia who had captured the hearts of the people in Los Angeles.
What’s so special about them? he wondered—outside of being fortunate enough to have Robert DePaul’s blood running through their veins.
The late Robert DePaul had been a very generous man during his lifetime. Ryan had heard many stories of Robert paying off medical bills of complete strangers, bestowing cars upon some who could not afford to buy one and even taking in a homeless man, giving him a job. He had often championed the rights of the homeless over the years.
Ryan’s current project was going to be a series of articles on the plight of homeless people in large cities—more specifically, Beverly Hills and some of the wealthier areas across the country. He had always been vocal in his criticism of how many of the wealthy residents complain about the homeless, but instead of trying to help, they treat them like criminals. There were those who were eager to spend thousands on a pair of shoes instead of giving a few dollars to a homeless person. To prove his point, Ryan spent some time on the streets of New York gathering firsthand information for his article.
Later that evening, he was flying to Los Angeles. He was going undercover as a homeless man in Beverly Hills. He wanted to profile some of the homeless people who lived in the shadows of Southern California’s most affluent areas.
Ryan decided to include the Alexander family in his series along with a select group of celebrities. He wanted to see whether Malcolm Alexander had inherited his father’s philanthropic nature. He was curious to see if the Alexander family was as wonderful as everyone assumed. People could only keep up an act for so long.
He knew that the members of the family would eventually slip up, and then the truth would come out about them. Ryan intended to be the one to report it.
* * *
To pass the time on the airplane, Ryan decided to draft parts of his article. He hoped that his writing on the subject of homelessness challenged those who were more fortunate to experience what these people had to deal with on a daily basis and moved them to take action.
His hands tapped a steady rhythm on the keyboard of his laptop.
In this manicured community of 35,000, Rolls-Royces and Lamborghinis glide around the city streets of Beverly Hills and movie stars live in grand mansions….
Ryan paused a moment, reading what he had typed, then he added, However, this city does not just boast of celebrities but is also well-known for its small population of scruffy residents who live in parks, bus shelters and alleys.
He was not sure that was exactly how he would begin the article, but it worked for the moment.
Ryan leaned his head back and closed his eyes, resting them. He had not realized just how exhausted he was until this very moment. Before leaving New York, he’d had to make sure that his brother had everything under control at the restaurant. Ryan had also wanted to finish another project, so he’d stayed up late last night and woke up early. He closed up the laptop and put it away before falling asleep.
He woke up an hour later. They would not be landing in Los Angeles for another two hours, so Ryan retrieved his laptop and opened it. He decided to attempt to complete the introduction for his article.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up.
Ryan glanced around until he met the gaze of a beautiful young woman. She smiled brightly, pleased that she had caught his attention.
He smiled in return.
Ryan had dated some since his divorce, but his constant traveling prevented him from investing any real time into a relationship. However, Sandra had put him through two years of pure hell. Ryan was pretty sure that he would never marry again.
He refused to allow another woman to shatter his heart into a million pieces ever again.
Chapter 2
Sage and her future sister-in-law, Natasha LeBlanc, exited the Alexander-DePaul Beverly Hills Hotel, heading to a nearby bridal shop on foot.
It was a beautiful and sunny June day, perfect for a stroll. Sage loved the outdoors and often walked to many of the nearby shops and eateries.
“I love seeing Ari with Joshua,” Sage commented as they walked. “I’m so glad that he has you both in his life.”
Natasha smiled. “He’s not my son’s biological father, but I couldn’t ask for anyone more wonderful than Ari.”
Her oldest brother had married his childhood sweetheart right out of college, but lost her to cancer a couple years ago. She had worried that Ari would never stop grieving for April. Then Natasha and her son, Joshua, entered his life a year ago, giving Ari a reason for living again.
“But after tomorrow, it will be official,” Natasha stated. “I’m relieved that the adoption has gone through without a hitch. Although I have to confess that there is this tiny part of me that resents the fact that my ex-husband wants nothing to do with his son.” She released a short sigh. “No need to worry about the past, though. I have Ari.”
“If you say he completes you, I’m going to barf,” Sage interjected with a small chuckle.
Natasha laughed.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sage noticed a lone homeless man standing near the entrance.
Her steps slowed as their eyes met and held.
The trance was broken when two hotel security members walked outside, gesturing for him to leave the property grounds.
Sage quickly intervened. “He’s not doing anything.”
One of the men told her, “Some of the guests have complained, Miss Alexander—”
“I understand that you’re doing your job, Tom,” she responded. “But everything is fine. You can go back inside now.”
Sage told Natasha, “Wait here a moment, please.” She walked over to the stranger in clothes that had seen better days and said, “I’m sorry for the actions of my security personnel.” She pulled a hundred-dollar bill out of her wallet and offered it to the homeless man. “I hope this will help you in some way.”
He was clearly surprised by her generosity. “Thank you. I appreciate your kindness.”
Sage noted the rich timbre of his baritone voice.
“If you’re hungry, I can arrange a meal for you,” Sage said.
He held up the money and responded, “This is more than enough.”
He thanked her again before walking away.
Sage watched him for a moment as he headed in the other direction. “I feel so bad for him,” she said in a low voice.
“That was really nice of you,” Natasha murmured.
“He definitely needs it more than I do,” Sage responded as they continued on to the bridal shop.
Although she considered him a fleeting thought, Sage found she could not force him out of her mind. It was as if some invisible thread drew her to him. It was not something she could fully explain because she did not understand it herself.
This unknown stranger who had fallen on hard times had left an indelible impression on her.
* * *
Ryan stared down at the hundred-dollar bill in his hand in disbelief.
The daughter of Malcolm Alexander had given him the money without any hesitation. It was almost as if she had been expecting him.
He had seen enough pictures of her to recognize Sage Alexander. However, none of the photos truly did her justice.
She was gorgeous.
He had the pleasure of meeting Robert DePaul a few years ago at a political fundraiser. Ryan found that she possessed those same steel-gray eyes as her father and Robert, her grandfather. She was tall and slender, with curves in all the right places. She wore her long dark brown hair in its natural curly state.
Ryan’s eyes stayed on Sage as she and her friend strolled down the sidewalk and across the street to a bridal shop. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was always this generous or if this had just been some random act of kindness.
He heard the whine of a baby and glanced over his shoulder.
A young woman who looked to be in her early twenties was trying to soothe a tiny infant swaddled tightly in a blanket. She held the baby close to her heart and appeared to be whispering to the child.
She reached into the shopping cart, fumbled through a few bags and then frowned. Whatever she was looking for was long gone. She kissed the top of her baby’s head and continued to try and comfort the infant. Her blue eyes were dull and pained and her blond hair looked as if it could use a good washing.
Without a second thought, Ryan strode over to her.
“Miss, can I help you with anything?”
She silently surveyed him from head to toe before shaking her head. “I’m fine.”
“The baby—”
“She needs to be changed,” the young woman murmured.
Ryan glanced down into the shopping cart. She didn’t possess much, but there was no sign of diapers—cloth or otherwise.
“This woman just walked out of the hotel and gave me this money, but I want you to have it. Looks like you may need to purchase diapers.”
Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the hundred-dollar bill in his hand.
“I can’t take this from you,” she whispered, tears in her eyes. Her gaze traveled slowly over his attire. “You need it as much as I do.”
“I’ll be okay,” Ryan assured her. “I want you to have it. Use it for the baby.” He could tell that the infant was only a few weeks old. “She’s beautiful.”
After a short deliberation, she accepted the money and smiled. “God bless you for your kindness. Thank you so much.”
“When was the last time you had a hot meal?” Ryan asked.
“A few days now,” she responded. “My milk is drying up, so I think I’m going to have to get formula.”
“Hey, I’m about to get something to eat. Why don’t you and your beautiful little daughter join me? We can stop somewhere and get the diapers so you can change her first.”
He saw the hesitation in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. My name is Ryan, and I have nothing but honorable intentions.”
“I’m Paige, and this is Cassie. Ryan, you’ve done so much already. We really don’t want to take advantage of your kindness.”
“You wouldn’t be,” he said. “Paige, it looks like you need a friend. I assure you that I am not looking for anything in return.”
They walked until they found a corner store and bought diapers, a set of bottles, formula and some onesies for the baby.
Ryan pointed to the restaurant across the street. “We can eat there.”
Together, they crossed the street.
“I’ll wait out here,” Paige said, looking uncomfortable. “I need to change Cassie anyway. Besides, I’m pretty sure they don’t want us to come inside.”
Just as he was about to enter the restaurant, a young man dressed like one of the waitstaff met him at the door.
“I can take your order,” he said, “if you have money to pay.”
Ryan had forgotten he was dressed like a homeless person. It was clear that the waiter feared they would offend the other patrons. He stepped away from the door. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have money,” he retorted. “I want to order two burgers, fries and drinks to go.”
“You sure you have enough money to pay for all this?” the young man asked.
“Like I said, I wouldn’t have ordered it if I didn’t,” Ryan responded, angered by the look of disdain on the waiter’s face. He pulled out two twenty-dollar bills. “Keep the change.”
Embarrassed, the waiter muttered, “I’ll place your order right now. It’ll be about ten minutes.”
Ryan strolled over to one of the outdoor tables where Paige sat playing with her baby girl.
“Why are you out here on the streets, Ryan?” Paige asked. “You obviously have money.”
“The only reason I have this money is because some rich woman gave it to me when I was standing outside the Alexander-DePaul Hotel,” he responded honestly. “Then I saw you, and I wanted to help. A young mother and her baby should not be on the streets.”
The waiter appeared with two tall glasses of ice water and two sodas. He set them down on the table and left as discreetly as he had arrived. He returned a few minutes later with their food.
“Where are you from?” Ryan inquired. He could hear a hint of a Southern accent in her voice.
“I’m from Atlanta, Georgia,” Paige responded. “I came to Los Angeles to be with my boyfriend. He plays the sax, and he’s trying to get into the music business. Things were good between us until I got pregnant. Then we started to argue and fight all the time. After Cassie was born, I thought we were getting back on track, but two weeks ago, he left to buy diapers and never returned. I couldn’t pay the rent for the hotel we were staying in, so I had to leave.”
Ryan felt a surge of anger rise in him as he listened to Paige’s story. What man could just walk away from his child like that?
It was obvious that this man never really cared for Paige. Ryan was careful not to voice his opinion aloud. He did not want to say anything that would add to the young woman’s pain.
* * *
“Have you decided on your color scheme yet?” Sage inquired.
“I was actually thinking about a mint-green and vintage-purple theme,” Natasha said. “They are two of my favorite colors.” She paused a moment before adding, “Oh, and I’ve found what I think is the perfect bridesmaid dress. It’s by Alvina Valenta. She is an extraordinary designer, and her dresses are known for their details and elegance.”
“I’m just glad that you didn’t choose soft pastel colors,” Sage announced as they entered the bridal shop. “They do absolutely nothing for my complexion. You know weddings are all about the bridesmaids, don’t you?”
Laughing, Natasha walked up to the counter to check in for their appointment.
While they waited, Sage’s gaze traveled the length of the shop, eyeing the vast number of wedding gowns, bridesmaid dresses and other formal wear. She couldn’t wait for the day when it would be her turn to get married.
Her dream wedding wasn’t filled with lots of glitz, glamour and hundreds of wedding guests. Instead, she wanted a more intimate and romantic ceremony—perhaps a destination wedding.
“What do you think about this one?” Natasha asked, drawing Sage out of her reverie.
She surveyed the gown in her future sister-in-law’s hand. “It’s pretty, but I don’t think it looks like you.”
“Really?”
Sage nodded. “I don’t know why, but I just can’t really see you in this dress. Maybe it’s because there’s so much lace. You don’t strike me as the ribbons, ruffles or bows type of girl.”
“You’re right,” Natasha agreed. “I prefer more simple lines but thought I’d do something different for my wedding.”
“No,” Sage interjected. “Your gown should definitely echo your personality.” She walked over to a nearby rack and selected a dress. “Now, I think that this one looks like you, Natasha.”
“Oh, my…” Natasha murmured as she fingered the soft, delicate chiffon. “This is stunning.”
Sage agreed. “You should try it on.”
Anna, the bridal consultant standing nearby, walked over to them. “I’ll take this to the dressing room.”
“Ari told me that I could have my dress designed, but I think I’d rather buy one off the rack.” Natasha pressed the dress against her body. “I really love this one.”
“Try it on,” Sage encouraged.
She strolled around the store, pausing every now and then to look at a gown. Sage already knew how she wanted her dress to look. While Natasha wasn’t interested in having a one-of-a-kind wedding gown, Sage felt otherwise.
Natasha walked out of the dressing room with the assistance of Anna. She looked like a vision from heaven in the eggshell-tinted strapless gown made of Tomen chiffon and lace embellished with Swarovski crystals and a sweetheart neckline. The unbelievable draping across Natasha’s torso completed the elegant vision.
“So what do you think?” Natasha prompted.
“You look beautiful,” Sage murmured. “I think this is the one for you.”
“Ms. LeBlanc, you look exquisite,” Anne complimented. “From everything you’ve told me, I agree with Ms. Alexander. This is the wedding dress for you.”
Natasha continued to gaze at her reflection.
“I’m loving it,” Sage said. “I can’t wait for my brother to see you in this gown.”
“I love it, too,” Natasha responded. “This is the dress for me. My search is over for the perfect wedding gown.” She glanced over at Anna and said, “Would you bring out the dress I selected for the bridesmaids, please? I want Sage’s opinion on the choice.”
Anna walked into a back room and returned a few minutes later, carrying a stunning knee-length satin sheath in a purple/platinum duet.
Sage fell in love with the draped strapless sweetheart neckline with natural waist and draped skirt. “Natasha, it’s gorgeous. I love it.”
“I thought that you would,” she responded. “It’s going to look great on you, Zaire and my sister.”
Sage held the dress up to her and eyed her reflection in the mirror. “This is a beautiful dress. I especially like that it’s one I can wear again. I have a closet full of bridesmaid gowns that were only for that one day.”
“I’ll set up a dressing room for you,” Anna stated. “While you change, I’ll have the seamstress come out to perform the fitting for Ms. LeBlanc.”
Sage hummed softly as she strolled into a nearby dressing room to try it on. She couldn’t wait to see how the dress looked on her body.
“You look beautiful,” Natasha said when Sage walked out. “You need very few alterations. It nearly fits you perfectly.”
Sage agreed. “Natasha, I really love this dress. This dress is so me.”
“How do you think Zaire will feel about it?”
“Natasha, she’s going to love it, as well,” Sage assured her. “My sister and I have similar taste when it comes to clothes. We’re also the same size, so you don’t have to worry about having her dress altered. Besides, she’s planning to come out here in a couple of weeks. Zaire says that school has been hectic for her and she needs a little break. I know that grad school is intense, but I think my little sister is missing the family. She can’t just leave Atlanta and be home in an hour anymore.”
“My sister and I are the same way.”
“I’m looking forward to meeting your family, especially Natalie,” Sage stated. “It sounds like she and I have a lot in common.”
“You do,” Natasha responded.
Sage waited patiently while the seamstress worked with Natasha to make sure the gown fit her body perfectly for her big day. Every now and then, her eyes would travel around the shop, gazing at row after row of wedding gowns. My time will come, she silently assured herself.
* * *
When Sage returned to the hotel, she glanced around before walking through the entrance.
I wonder what happened to that homeless man, she thought. Maybe he was somewhere having a hot meal; at least she hoped he had spent some of the money she had given him on a good meal. He didn’t resemble a drug addict or alcoholic.
She shook her head in confusion.
It was strange, but Sage felt as if their souls were connected. The feeling was so strong that she knew deep down that she had not seen the last of this man who had left such a strong impression on her.
Sage made her way up to her penthouse, humming softly. She was looking forward to relaxing in a hot bath.
An image of the homeless man flittered through her mind, and Sage suddenly felt guilty. She felt blessed beyond measure, but she also knew about the thousands of people who lived on the streets all over the country. Many of them had given up on hope for a better future.
Sage knew that she could not save the world, but she wanted to find a way to help the people she could. One person at a time.
Chapter 3
“How long have you been living on the streets?” Ryan asked before biting into his hamburger. He chewed slowly, savoring the combination of lettuce, tomato and grilled onions. After living on the streets of New York, he had a renewed appreciation for something as simple as a hamburger.
“Just a few days off and on since my boyfriend left,” Paige answered before wiping her mouth on the edge of the paper napkin. “I was able to stay at the shelter for four nights, but last night they didn’t have any more beds. I’ve been trying to find a job, but I don’t have a babysitter, so I have to take Cassie with me.”
“Have you considered moving back home?” Ryan questioned.
Paige nodded. “I could do that, but it’s not what I want. My mama has enough to take care of, and she don’t need me and Cassie adding to her burden. She raised six kids all by herself, and now she is raising three of my nieces. All I need is a job, and I can take it from there. I’m not afraid of hard work.”
“What type of work are you looking for?” Ryan inquired.
“Anything,” Paige responded. “I have general office skills and only two years of college, but I’ll clean houses or hotels, babysit—anything outside of breaking the law.”
Ryan smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. I don’t think I have enough money to bail you out of jail.”
She laughed. “Ryan, I really appreciate all you’ve done for me.”
“I’m glad I could help.”
Paige bit into her burger. “This is so delicious. I don’t remember the last time I had a hamburger.” She shook her head sadly. “I just wish that I could find a job. I’d work two jobs if it would help me get a place to live and take care of my baby.”
Ryan wiped his mouth. “Paige, I’m going to pay for you and Cassie to stay in a hotel for a month. Hopefully, this will give you some time to find work and a babysitter.”
She gasped in surprise and leaned forward, saying, “That lady must have given you a lot of money. Ryan, I can’t have you doing this for me. You should be spending this money on yourself.”
He shook his head no. “I don’t have a new baby, Paige.”
She teared up once more. “Ryan, you don’t even know me. Why are you being so kind?”
“This woman I ran into earlier knows nothing about me, yet she was kind enough to care and try to make my life a little more comfortable. I’m just paying it forward.”
“We can share the hotel room as friends,” Paige suggested. “You can get one with two beds.”
Ryan was touched by her sensitivity. “I’ll be just fine, Paige. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“You really don’t have to do this, Ryan. I’ll manage somehow.”
He shook his head. “It’s all settled, Paige. You and Cassie will stay at the hotel. I feel confident that you are going to find a job soon. I’ll watch the baby for you when you have interviews if you need me to.”
“How do I reach you?” she asked. “Don’t tell me that this woman gave you a cell phone, too.”
Ryan chuckled. “I’ll come by and check with you every day.”
“Why won’t you just stay at the hotel with me? Wouldn’t that be easier? Actually, I think I’d feel safer if you were there,” Paige confessed. “Cassie’s a pretty good baby, too. She only wakes up once a night usually.”
“Maybe just a couple of nights,” he responded after a moment.
They left the restaurant and walked to the bus stop. Ryan removed Paige’s contents from the shopping cart and carried the meager possessions.
Although he secretly preferred to set them up in a much nicer hotel, Ryan had to settle for a motel. He was undercover and had to remain so until all of his research was complete. Ryan would not risk placing his work in jeopardy by sharing his real identity with Paige. He had probably done too much for her already, but he couldn’t just leave a young mother and her child out on the streets.
While the baby slept, Paige went into the bathroom to take a shower. Ryan used this time to quickly jot down notes of his time with Paige and how she ended up on the streets. She was defenseless with a newborn, and he feared that if he didn’t do everything in his power to help her, Paige would become a prostitute—willingly or unwillingly. Worse, she could become hooked on drugs, and there’s no telling how the baby would fare in either situation.
* * *
After her bath, Sage slipped on a pair of denim shorts and a T-shirt. She sat down on the plush sofa in her living room and removed her sandals. She stretched out her full length on the piece of furniture and closed her eyes. She thought again about the homeless man who had been standing outside the hotel.
Sage hoped that the money would enable him to enjoy a good meal and maybe even a clean shirt or two. She prayed that he would not use the money for drugs, although he did not seem like a drug abuser.
She drifted off to sleep.
It was almost six when she awakened forty-five minutes later.
Sage had to get ready for a fundraising event. She and her mother were attending the auction benefiting breast cancer. Thankfully, it was being held here at the hotel, so Sage didn’t have to worry about traffic or arriving late. She still hadn’t gotten used to traveling along the congested Los Angeles freeways.
She rose to her feet and walked barefoot across the hardwood floors to her bedroom.
Sage dressed in a one-shoulder Grecian-style gown in a teal-blue color with shimmering gold highlights. She ran her fingers through soft waves, fluffing her hair to give it a fuller look.
Sage checked the clock on her nightstand. She had to meet her mother downstairs in less than fifteen minutes.
While waiting for Barbara to arrive, Sage spent a few minutes in one of the boutiques, surveying a newly arrived collection of jewelry.
“You have never been one much for jewelry,” a voice said behind her.
Sage turned around to face Drayden. “They have some beautiful pieces in this collection, but as you said, I’m not much for jewelry.” She glanced down at her ringless fingers. “The only ring I’ll ever wear is a wedding ring.” She took note of his tuxedo and asked, “Where are you going?”
“Mom rangled me and Blaze into attending this fundraiser, too,” Drayden replied. “Ari and Natasha are also attending. If Dad wasn’t flying out to San Francisco tonight, I’m sure he’d be here with us.”
Sage gave him a knowing smile. “Fundraisers are a family event, according to Mama.”
Shortly after the rest of her family arrived, they headed toward the ballroom. Sage pretended to be attentive, but her mind was preoccupied. She was still thinking about the homeless man. She was curious about him.
She had seen enough homeless people on the streets and in the shelters to recognize that there was something different about him. He did not wear that same look of hopelessness, that yearning-to-be-whole-again vibe that hung on their bodies like a blanket. His downward spiral was something that he had suffered recently.
“What are you thinking about?” Blaze leaned over and whispered in her ear. “You look a million miles away.”
“I was thinking about this person I saw earlier today. He was homeless.”
Blaze met her gaze. “You gave him money, didn’t you?”
She nodded. “I know how you feel about that, but I have good instincts about people, and this guy is no drug addict or alcoholic.”
“But he could be gambling,” Blaze suggested. “There is a reason he is on the streets, sis.”
“Or he could have lost his job and his home,” Sage countered. “Blaze, not everyone who is homeless is on the streets because of vices. Sometimes it is just plain bad luck.”
“I agree,” Blaze stated, “but they are the minority.”
“You should come to the shelter with me next weekend.” Sage took a sip of her ice water. “Once you meet some of these people, I think your opinion will change greatly.”
“I’ll think about it,” he responded. Blaze rose to his feet and held out his hand. “C’mon, let’s go show these people how we used to get down in Georgia.”
Sage chuckled. “I’ll sit this one out. You go ahead. I’m sure you won’t have a problem finding a dance partner.”
* * *
Shortly after eleven, Barbara confessed she was tired and ready to leave.
Both of her brothers couldn’t have been more relieved by their mother’s decision. Sage picked up her purse, and they left as they had arrived—as a family.
Blaze joined Sage in her residence when they left the fundraiser.
“So, how do you like living in Beverly Hills?” she asked her brother after they settled down in the living room. “Do you ever regret moving out here?” Sage removed her designer high heels; they were cute but uncomfortable.
“Why do you ask?”
“Sometimes you look really sad, Blaze.” Sage shrugged. “Ever since you came back from Las Vegas last year, you haven’t really seemed yourself.” She paused a moment before asking, “Blaze, did something happen while you were there?”
His expression was instantly guarded. “Like what?”
“Did you meet someone?” Sage inquired.
Blaze waited a moment before responding, as if searching for the right words. “I met someone, but it didn’t last long. I guess it was over before it really started.”
“It seems like you really cared for her, especially if you are still haunted by her. Do you want to talk about it?”
He shook his head no. “There’s really nothing to talk about, sis.”
Sage didn’t press her brother. She knew Blaze well enough to know that he would open up whenever he was ready. Until then, it was best to drop the subject.
“How about you?” Blaze asked. “How’s your love life going?”
She broke into laughter. “What love life? I don’t know what that is.”
“Have you found it harder to meet someone since our lives have changed?”
Sage nodded. “I don’t trust as easily as I did in the past. I guess it’s because I have to wonder if it’s me or our father’s money that guys want.” Sighing softly, she leaned back against the cushions. “I’m happy for Daddy and I love my job and even living here in Beverly Hills, but I hate being the focus of the media, dealing with cousin Harold and his drama and wondering if people like us for ourselves.”
Blaze nodded in agreement. “Some of the women I’ve gone out with once or twice expect me to take them shopping or pay their bills. It’s crazy. It’s just dinner and a movie. I’m not trying to marry them.”
“I want a man who wants me for me and not for what our parents have. He inherited Robert DePaul’s money—not us.”
“We are his heirs, though,” Blaze interjected. “Sage, you might as well get used to the reality that we will never be able to escape the DePaul legacy.”
* * *
Ryan made sure that Paige had everything she needed before leaving her and the baby at a small motel on Sunset Boulevard.
He promised to check up on her later in the day. She was a nice young woman who needed a break in life. He was going to make sure that she received one, too.
Ryan was on his way back to the Alexander-DePaul Hotel in Beverly Hills. He was hoping to see the beautiful heiress who had locked eyes with him and given him money without so much as a second thought. A few people passing by tossed a dollar or two his way, but Sage Alexander had been the only one who dared to look him in the eye. She never once averted her gaze—a quality Ryan liked in people. His first impression of her was a good one.
Sage’s unselfish gesture had given him a great intro for his article. Her family was one of the main subjects in the article, and it pleased Ryan that Sage appeared to be as generous a benefactor as her grandfather.
There was much more he wanted to learn about Sage and her family.
Sage Alexander.
Her beauty mesmerized him. She was an unforgettable woman, and Ryan found himself wanting to know more about her on both a professional and personal level.
Giving him a hundred dollars was one thing but actually holding a conversation with a homeless man was another story. Ryan didn’t want to frighten Sage in any way, so he had to be careful in his approach.
He had been careful not to settle too close to the hotel property upon his arrival. Ryan did not want to risk police involvement or getting arrested. No one knew the real identity of R. G. McCall outside of his editors, and Ryan wanted to keep it this way.
Ryan wanted to stay as anonymous as possible.
Chapter 4
A black Mercedes pulled up and parked in front of the hotel doors.
Ryan watched as Drayden Alexander stepped out of the driver’s seat and walked around the car, handing the keys to the valet. He was dressed in a suit that fit nicely but was off the rack. Ryan wasn’t much for custom-tailored suits either.
Drayden never once glanced in Ryan’s direction; instead, he seemed focused and walked with purpose.
Ryan noted Drayden made a point to greet everyone by name, although he didn’t break his stride.
He saw security walking toward the entrance and quickly moved away from the side of the building. Ryan kept walking until he reached the end of the property.
“Get a job, you bum,” someone yelled out of a passing car.
He shook his head sadly. Some people could be so ignorant at times. Most people were not homeless by choice or because they didn’t want to work. For most, it was an aftershock of the earthquake in their lives that had attempted to destroy them. Rebuilding lives after an earthquake took time, and often victims needed help financially and emotionally.
A man pushing a shopping cart paused and asked, “You find any good eats ’round here?”
Ryan shook his head. “Not yet. I heard that the restaurant on the corner will give you a hot meal.”
The man snorted and then moved on.
Ryan resisted the urge to try and hold a conversation with the man, because he wanted to see Sage again. He didn’t know why or how, but a connection had been made and Ryan always followed his instincts.
* * *
Sage showed off a vacant residence to a couple of prospective buyers. “The bedrooms are all spacious,” she told them. “There are a limited number of residences ranging from two to five bedrooms with ample square footage to accommodate housekeepers, personal assistants or nannies.”
“Is there a private garage for residents?” the husband inquired. “And is it a two-car garage?”
“Each residence comes with a two-car garage,” Sage responded. “The residents have a personal valet. You can just drop your keys with the valet and take the private elevator up to the penthouse floors.”
She allowed them some privacy as they walked through the residence. Sage could tell that they were already falling in love with the place. She expected to write a contract before they left her office. The Broadway producer and his wife were here in town for a promotional tour and decided to check out some properties for a Los Angeles–based home.
She called Ari as soon as the couple left an hour later.
“Guess what I have in my hand…?”
“I have no idea,” Ari replied. “What is it?”
“I just sold unit 802,” she announced.
“Really? That’s wonderful,” he told Sage. “That’s the one like Mom and Dad’s, right?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “And they didn’t even haggle over the asking price. The wife was the one who really loved the unit. I should probably give her a commission because she was the one who really sold her husband on the place. I think he would’ve preferred something near the beach.”
“I’m sure you helped in that respect,” Ari responded. “You have always been one who could talk sugar out of candy.”
She laughed. “I don’t know about that, but I am going to get off this phone and treat myself to a nice lunch to celebrate.”
“If you can hold off for about an hour, I’ll join you,” Ari told her.
“Rain check,” Sage said in response to his offer. “I’m starving, but just remember that you owe me lunch.”
“Hey, when was it the plan for me to pay for lunch?”
“When you considered joining me,” Sage responded with a chuckle. “Love you much, big brother.”
“I love you, too.”
They ended the call.
Sage grabbed her keys and purse from the sofa table. She strolled across the gleaming wood floors, her heels tapping in rhythm with her stride. She smiled as she considered her recent sale and the commission.
“Yes,” she whispered while waiting for the private elevator car.
Franklin walked out of the unit that belonged to Ari. “Good afternoon, Ms. Alexander.”
“I’m never going to get you to just call me Sage, am I?”
He smiled. “It is a title of honor. You should wear it proudly.”
“But you’re family, Franklin,” she countered, “not just another employee.”
Touched by her words, he gave a slight nod. “You are too kind, Ms….Sage.”
“I mean every word, Franklin. You and your daughter are now a part of our family. We love you both.”
The elevator arrived, and they both stepped inside.
“Franklin, are we still donating food to the homeless shelters?” Sage inquired.
“I believe so, but I can check to make sure.”
“No, I’ll do it,” she said. “I know that we are in need of a new manager for the restaurant, so I don’t want the donation falling through the cracks.”
Sage paused briefly to continue her conversation with Franklin and then made her way to the lobby area.
She was surprised to see her parents. “Hey, what are y’all doing here?” Sage inquired.
Barbara embraced her daughter. “We’re meeting Natasha and Ari here for lunch to discuss plans for the wedding. You should join us.”
“Ari isn’t going to be here any time soon. I’m not sure he even remembered that he was having lunch with you all,” Sage interjected. “I can’t wait that long because I’m starved.”
“He didn’t until I called, so we’re not waiting on your brother,” her father said. “I didn’t eat breakfast.”
Sage followed them to the hotel restaurant where they were seated immediately. She sat down beside her mother. “I have something to tell you both.”
“What is it, sweetie?” Malcolm asked.
“I have a contract on my desk for unit 802.”
Barbara grinned. “Congratulations, dear.”
Malcolm nodded in approval. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”
A man seated at the table across from them opened a newspaper.
“I certainly hope he’s not reading anything that R. G. McCall has to say,” she said in a low voice.
“Sage, are you still bothered by that article you read in that magazine?” Barbara asked.
“What article?” Malcolm inquired.
“It’s nothing really, Daddy,” Sage responded. “Some guy with a chip on his shoulder wrote that a woman turning thirty is so desperate to have a man in her life that she will marry the first one to look her way.”
Her father laughed.
Wearing a frown, Sage inquired, “What’s so funny?”
“Well, you have been bemoaning your state of singleness lately.”
“I wouldn’t say that I was desperate,” she replied curtly. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with me wanting to get married and raise a family.”
“This is true,” Malcolm stated. “Your mother and I want that for you, as well. Perhaps we should post some type of bonus or something.”
Sage’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “If a man has to be paid to marry me then I don’t want him.”
Barbara laughed. “Stop teasing your daughter.”
Sage folded her arms across her chest. “That’s really not funny, Daddy.”
Malcolm reached over and took Sage’s hand, giving it a loving squeeze. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I know you didn’t, but you’re right,” she admitted. “My singleness is beginning to bother me. I can’t deny that I want a husband and a family, but I’m not desperate or anything. I’m just ready for marriage. I’m tired of dating and the relationship goes nowhere.”
“I have a feeling that you are going to meet the man of your dreams soon,” Barbara told her.
Sage smiled. “Mama, you were always a romantic.”
She picked up her menu, scanning the entrées. “I’m in the mood for seafood today.”
“So am I,” Malcolm responded. “I think I’m going to have the grilled tilapia.”
“That sounds delicious,” Sage murmured. “Mama, what are you ordering?”
“I think I’ll have the grilled chicken and ravioli.”
“I’m going to order the tilapia,” Sage decided aloud. She glanced toward the restaurant entrance and said, “It’s about time those two showed up.”
Ari and Natasha made their way over to the table and sat down.
“Hey,” Ari greeted. “Sorry we’re late. Natasha’s meeting ran longer than we expected.”
Natasha nodded in agreement. “It’s my fault.”
“We haven’t ordered yet,” Malcolm stated, “so you’re just in time.”
The waiter arrived a few minutes later to take their orders.
“So where are you two with the wedding plans?” Barbara inquired after he walked away from their table. “Have you narrowed down where you want to have the wedding ceremony?”
Natasha smiled and nodded. “We’d like to have the wedding at the house. Ari and I feel this is the perfect place to begin our life together as husband and wife.”
Barbara gave a slight nod of approval. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.”
Sage agreed. She was absolutely thrilled for Ari, but there was a part of this that highlighted the fact that there was no man present in her life. It wasn’t the lack of male companionship literally, because she was constantly approached by celebrities, business professionals, athletes and even a couple of college students.
However, Sage was very selective and cautious when it came to relationships because of a bad experience she went through in college—something that still haunted her from time to time. She was determined that no other man would ever deceive her again.
* * *
Sage thought about the homeless man from the day before. She had not been able to forget about him. It was the expression that was on his face—the one that said although his circumstances looked as if he was past hope, he was still optimistic about life.
Impulsively, Sage headed toward the lobby exit. She walked outside, her eyes surveying the surroundings. A way of relief swept through Sage upon seeing him.
What am I doing?
She didn’t wait for the answer. Instead, Sage inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly before approaching him.
“I thought you might be out here,” she said. “My name is Sage. What’s yours?”
“Ryan,” he responded. “Ryan Manning.”
“I hope that you were able to enjoy a hot meal and a clean bed. I know that the shelters are overflowing, and they can’t accommodate everyone.”
“Yes. Thank you for the money. I can’t tell you how much it helped.”
She smiled. “I’m glad I could help you in some small way.” Sage paused a moment before continuing. “Actually, I would like to try and really help you, Ryan. I can’t explain it, but my gut instinct tells me it’s something I should do.”
Ryan’s eyes widened in surprise, but he remained silent.
Sage was well aware of the curious glances and stares she was receiving from people all around them, including the hotel employees, but she didn’t care. She had to do what was in her heart.
“I hope I won’t offend or embarrass you by this question, but when was the last time you had a bath and some clean clothes?”
He gave a slight shrug. “It’s been a few days.”
“Well, we’re going to change that right now,” Sage stated. “I want you to come with me.”
She couldn’t remember the last time she had acted so impulsively, but it was too late to turn back now. Sage had always trusted her instincts; this time would be no different.
Chapter 5
Hotel security hurried toward them, but Sage quickly waved them away. “He is with me,” she told them. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine.”
Ryan silently noted that the two men backed off immediately, although their body language signaled that they were still on alert and ready to pounce, if needed.
He was still in shock that Sage had not only given him money but was now leading him into the Alexander-DePaul Beverly Hills Hotel.
Patrons gasped and stared in horror as they made their way through the lobby. However, Sage Alexander appeared to be oblivious to the stir she was causing. She walked over to the front desk. She was speaking so softly that Ryan had no idea what she was saying to the reservation manager.
He dropped his head to keep from meeting the gazes of anyone.
“I’m going to take you to a room on the second level,” Sage told him. “You can shower and shave, and I’ll have Franklin bring you some clean clothes.”
“Franklin?”
“He’s the head of our security and someone I trust with my life.”
“I appreciate all you’re trying to do for me, but Ms….you don’t know a thing about me. For all you know, I could be a serial killer.”
“That’s why I want Franklin to meet you,” Sage responded. “He’ll let me know if there is anything I need to worry about where you’re concerned.”
Ryan chuckled. “Do I need to worry about a cavity search?”
Laughing, Sage shook her head no.
“Ms.—”
“It’s Alexander, but please…just call me Sage,” she interjected quickly.
“Okay, Sage…why are you doing all this for me? Are you some type of Good Samaritan?”
“I wouldn’t say that,” she responded with a smile. “I just care about people, that’s all.”
A young woman with blond hair and wearing a trendy-looking business suit greeted Sage but took one look at Ryan and then glanced away.
“I apologize for her rudeness,” Sage stated as they walked to the elevators.
“People are uncomfortable when staring poverty in the face,” Ryan responded. “They know that it exists, but they do not want to put a face to it.”
Ryan had been a guest at the hotel in the past. In fact, it was one of his favorite places to stay when in Los Angeles. He was acutely aware that everyone was staring at him—some with open disdain. He cleared his throat softly.
“Really, why are you doing all this?” he asked when they were alone in the elevator.
Ryan reminded himself that he had to tread carefully with Sage and not ask too many questions. He didn’t want to make her suspicious.
“You obviously need help, and I am in a position to help you,” Sage responded truthfully. “I would want someone to lend a helping hand if I needed one.”
“So you just go around picking up homeless people?”
“No, I don’t,” Sage stated. “I’m good at reading people and…well, when I saw you yesterday I felt in my gut that I had to do something to help you.”
“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful,” he told her.
“It’s okay,” Sage responded. “You don’t know me either, so I can understand why you would be apprehensive.” She awarded him a bright smile. “All I can say is that it was placed on my heart to bless you.”
Ryan followed her off the elevator. Sage had a little bounce to her walk; her hips swayed gently from side to side. She was dressed in a pair of navy slacks and a bright orange and navy silk top. Her long hair was neatly secured in a ponytail by an orange-and-navy barrette.
She was a woman with a mission, and Ryan could tell from her demeanor that she would let no one thwart that determination.
Ryan considered all of the women he had come across throughout his life and could truly say that he had never met a woman like her. His ex-wife was also a very determined woman, only she had no problem using lies or manipulation to get whatever she wanted. It never occurred to her that perhaps being honest was the way to go, especially if one wanted to earn trust.
* * *
Inside of the luxury hotel suite, Sage handed Ryan a menu. “Feel free to order whatever you want to eat. It’s my treat.”
He hadn’t been aware that he was staring at her until she said, “What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Ryan cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I…I just can’t get over how generous you are. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
“I’m just me,” Sage responded with a shrug. “There’s nothing special about a person who cares about others. I’m one of many.”
“I don’t agree,” he responded. “To some degree, that quality makes you rare. People say they care, but I believe that actions speak a lot louder than words.”
“I knew there was something very different about you,” Sage murmured.
“What do you mean?” Ryan asked, instantly on guard.
“Just that I’ve been around many of the homeless. I volunteer at one of the shelters twice a month. I know that you’re educated. There’s actually many layers to you.”
“Not all homeless people have some sort of impairment,” Ryan blurted. “People end up without a roof for many reasons—mortgage and rent arrears, the breakdown of relationships, families or friends withdrawing their support. However, it seems that most people assume that only those suffering from personality difficulties, the onset of mental illness or addiction live on the streets.”
“I think I’ve been guilty of that assumption,” she confessed. “Even at the shelter, I have never come into contact with anyone who speaks as eloquently as you. Most are dealing with addiction or a mental illness. I guess I just never really considered that included in the transient population could be people who have lost their homes or jobs.”
Ryan decided not to say more for fear that he would give away the ruse. He had probably already said too much. Sage didn’t appear to be suspicious of him. Perhaps she just assumed that he was speaking in defense of his current situation.
Their gaze met and held.
Sage broke the visual exchange by saying, “I’ll have Franklin get your clothing size.” She checked her watch and then said, “I’m afraid I have a meeting to attend, but I’ll check on you afterward.”
“Thank you for your kindness,” Ryan murmured sincerely. “I don’t know many people who would go this far for a stranger.”
“We shouldn’t have to wait for something terrible to happen before we reach out to help others,” Sage stated. “My dad used to say this all the time.”
“Sounds like your father is a wise man.” Malcolm Alexander apparently shared some of the same philosophies as his biological father.
“He is,” Sage confirmed. “He also used to say that a true act of kindness happens when there is no reason to be kind but simply out of caring for our fellow man.”
Ryan gave a tiny smile. “I like that.”
Sage walked toward the door. “I have to go, but I hope you’ll enjoy your bath and meal. Franklin will stop by and arrange for some clean clothes for you.”
She was gone before Ryan could utter a response.
* * *
“Franklin, I wanted to let you know that I placed a guest in unit 210,” Sage announced. She called him from her cell phone as soon as she left Ryan.
“Is this a friend of yours?” he politely inquired.
“Not really,” Sage answered honestly. “He is someone who has been living on the streets as a transient. He’s an educated man, and I’m pretty sure something must have happened in his life for him to be homeless. In a way, he reminds me a lot of you, Franklin.”
“I see.”
“This is not something that I’ve done before, but there is something about this man. Franklin, I felt as if I had to do something to help him.”
“I understand completely,” Franklin responded.
“Do you really?”
“Yes. As you know, I was homeless when Mr. Robert and I met,” Franklin reminded her. “Like you, he had a kind heart, and not only did he give me a job but also a place to stay. You and your grandfather are kindred spirits.”
“I do feel this connection with Robert,” Sage admitted. “I’ve never said this before because I don’t want my family to think I’m losing it.”
“There’s nothing insane about it,” Franklin assured her. “His blood runs in your veins as well as your father’s. It’s natural that you would possess some of his traits.”
“We’ve been so blessed, Franklin, with all of this. However, even before the inheritance came about, I’ve never known what it feels like to be hungry or homeless. I volunteer at the homeless shelters and donate, but this time it just didn’t seem enough. Once I looked into this guy’s eyes, I just had to do something more.”
Franklin had served as a butler to Robert DePaul until his death. Her father had no use for butlers, so he promoted Franklin as head of the security and housekeeping staff. He traveled frequently, making sure everything ran smoothly with all of the hotel properties. He often accompanied Malcolm and Ari when they travelled, rarely entrusting them to the care of any other member of the security team.
“If you would see that he has some clean clothes, you can put them on my personal account. I mainly wanted to alert you in the event someone said something about his being here. Please make sure the security team understands that I do not want him harassed in any way. I want Ryan’s stay to be a comfortable one.”
“Understood. How long will he be staying here?”
“I’m not sure,” Sage answered. “I’m hoping we will be able to provide a job for him, as well. But anyway, thanks so much, Franklin. I appreciate all that you do for us.”
“It is my pleasure,” Franklin responded. “I will head to the second level to introduce myself to your guest. I want him to know that he can contact me if he needs anything.”
Sage smiled. “His name is Ryan Manning. Thanks.”
Beneath all the grime, Sage could see glimpses of an extremely handsome man. He had not been on the streets long, she decided. He was muscled and strong. Ryan hadn’t missed too many meals—that much she was pretty sure of, although she really didn’t know much about him.
Sage made it to the conference room minutes before her staff arrived. She wanted to go over the departmental vacation calendar as there had been some recent changes; two of her employees had been promoted to other departments.
“Good afternoon, everyone,” she greeted, closing the door so they would not be disturbed or disturb others. Blaze was in the room next door, meeting with his direct reports.
“We need to review the vacation calendar to ensure that we are going to have coverage,” she began.
Her meeting lasted for about thirty minutes.
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Jacquelin Thomas
He’s tempting her in ways she never imagined… Working undercover has its advantages…especially when Ryan Manning encounters one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. The investigative reporter took to the streets of Beverly Hills to expose the plight of the homeless. Now he’s installed in Sage Alexander’s fabulous luxury resort and spa…being given the royal five-star treatment by the hotel heiress herself!Something about the tall, handsome stranger in rugged clothing touches Sage’s heart. Until she discovers who he really is. Stung by his deception, Sage vows to keep her distance from Ryan. But it’s too late. She can’t control her feelings—or her passion—for the courageous journalist. Ryan’s masquerade is over, but is their love affair just beginning? The Alexanders of Beverly Hills
He’s tempting her in ways she never imagined…
Working undercover has its advantages…especially when Ryan Manning encounters one of the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. The investigative reporter took to the streets of Beverly Hills to expose the plight of the homeless. Now he’s installed in Sage Alexander’s fabulous luxury resort and spa…being given the royal five-star treatment by the hotel heiress herself!
Something about the tall, handsome stranger in rugged clothing touches Sage’s heart—until she discovers who he really is. Stung by his deception, Sage vows to keep her distance from Ryan. But it’s too late, she can’t control her feelings—or her passion—for the courageous journalist. Ryan’s masquerade is over, but is their love affair just beginning?
Sage loved the way Ryan’s kissable lips parted when he laughed that deep,
throaty laugh. He was a very handsome and sexy man—a striking contrast
to when she’d met him for the first time.
At the end of the evening, Ryan escorted her up to her place.
Sage unlocked her door, then turned to face Ryan. He leaned over and kissed her. “I really enjoyed our first date.”
She resisted the urge to touch the place where his lips had been. Her heart was racing, and Sage could feel her blood rushing through her veins.
She glanced up at Ryan, who said, “I didn’t offend you just now, did I?”
“No, you didn’t,” she answered quickly. Sage’s heart fluttered wildly in her chest
His nearness sent a shiver of wanting through her. “Not at all.”
Ryan pulled Sage into his arms, his mouth covering hers hungrily.
She returned his kiss with a hunger that belied her outward calm. Burying her face in his neck, Sage breathed a kiss there.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to kiss you,” Ryan confessed.
“Probably as many times as I’ve wanted you to kiss me.”
JACQUELIN THOMAS
is an award-winning, bestselling author with more than thirty-five books in print. When she is not writing, she is busy working toward a degree in psychology. Jacquelin and her family live in North Carolina.
Five Star Temptation
ESSENCE BESTSELLING AUTHOR
Jacquelin
Thomas
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
Dear Reader,
How many times do we walk past someone who is homeless? How many times do we take a few minutes just to get to know the person? It’s one thing to give a few dollars, but Sage Alexander decided to do something more. In the second book of The Alexanders of Beverly Hills series, Sage encounters a man on the street who will forever change her life. Ryan Manning is an investigative reporter who is passionate when it comes to the plight of the homeless. He goes undercover and is surprised not only by Sage Alexander’s generous and caring nature, but also by his feelings for her.
This is a cause I have been involved in for years, so it’s natural that I would want to write a story about the plight of the homeless. It is my goal to entertain you with a romantic story, but also give you pause for thought the next time you encounter someone down on his/her luck. I hope you will enjoy the ride as you learn more about Ryan and Sage.
May you find it a temptation that is much too hard to resist.
Best regards,
Jacquelin
Contents
Chapter 1 (#u27240b13-82fb-56bd-9d4a-632ed64c0309)
Chapter 2 (#u27be63bc-6f69-50b7-8332-705523f12e54)
Chapter 3 (#u31e77c8b-cb9d-54d9-b4e0-0111aa672d1d)
Chapter 4 (#u58914613-07ce-58d3-8adb-f06f3e047e1c)
Chapter 5 (#u47665615-1fdd-5f8f-a3ab-78bb420e887a)
Chapter 6 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 7 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 8 (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 10 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 11 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 12 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 13 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 14 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 15 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 16 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 17 (#litres_trial_promo)
Chapter 18 (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 22 (#litres_trial_promo)
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Chapter 1
“Every woman I know—no matter how successful and ambitious, how financially and emotionally secure—feels panic, occasionally coupled with desperation, if she hits thirty and finds herself unmarried.”
Sage Alexander huffed after reading aloud an article by R. G. McCall. “I think panic overstates it, let alone desperation.” She tossed the magazine on the coffee table, nearly knocking over her glass of lemonade.
In a swift move, Sage rescued the glass and took a sip. Still fuming over the article, she uttered, “He’s a man. What does he really know about women?”
“Perhaps you should finish the article before passing judgment, dear?” her mother suggested with a tiny smile. “Besides, R.G. may be a woman.” Barbara Alexander took a long sip of the ice-cold lemonade before setting her glass down on a side table.
Barbara Alexander had decided to spend the day in Beverly Hills, leaving the peaceful estate home in Pacific Palisades she had come to love. She spent the morning talking to employees and hotel patrons. Sage had prepared a light lunch of grilled chicken salad, yeast rolls and steamed broccoli. They had just finished eating and sat down to relax in the living room while finishing off their glasses of lemonade.
Sage set her glass down, making sure it was secure on the Brazilian-cherry coaster. She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, saying, “Oh, he’s definitely a man, Mama. I can tell from the tone of his articles. He comes across as cynical and bitter in his writing as far as I’m concerned. He is someone with a serious chip on his shoulder.”
She ran her fingers through her soft curls. “I have no idea why Kellen likes his work so much.” Sage made a mental note to ask her brother why he was such a fan of R. G. McCall. “Maybe it’s because he’s so mysterious. All anyone really knows about him is his name,” Sage said.
“I’ve read a few of his articles,” Barbara stated. “I can certainly understand why he is so protective of his identity. He tends to get to the heart of the matter, and a lot of people would prefer to keep the truth buried. I think he’s usually unbiased in his articles.”
“What he does is throw rocks at you and then hides his hand,” Sage sniped. She had no idea why she’d allowed this writer—a man she had never met—to get under her skin like this. Maybe it was because he had chosen a topic that was a bit too close for comfort for Sage.
That topic was her state of singleness.
Barbara chuckled. “Well, he’s certainly got you riled up this afternoon. Maybe it’s a good thing that you didn’t finish reading the article.”
Sage gave a grudging nod. “Mama, I’m going to be thirty in October. I really don’t need R. G. McCall telling me that I’m in panic mode or desperate just because I would like to settle down and have a family. That man has rubbed me the wrong way this time with his choice in subject.”
“Don’t take it so personally, dear.”
Her mother was right, but it was hard to just ignore the article. It was just one of many on the subject of women reaching the thirty-year mark. It was Sage’s birthday wish to find the man of her dreams, although deep down she felt as if her knight in shining armor was nothing more than a dream that would never come true.
Sage had dated a few times since her arrival in Los Angeles, and some of the men were really nice, but they were not the type of man she wanted in her life long-term for various reasons. Sage knew that she had to really be careful in her choices of men due in part to her sudden fame. The Alexander family had been thrust into the limelight, and Sage soon found herself with no shortage of admirers—mostly men who were hoping to land a wealthy heiress.
Her father had inherited the late Robert DePaul’s vast estate nearly a year ago, which included the luxury chain of what was now known as the Alexander-DePaul Hotel & Spa. Before the inheritance, they were just a family living a normal life in the small town of Aspen, Georgia, located forty miles west of Atlanta. They were still the same people before the fame and money, but it seemed as though everyone else had changed around them. People close to them treated them differently.
“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with wanting to be married and ready to start a family before thirty-five,” Sage blurted. “I want to be able to enjoy my children before I’m too old.”
“You’re right, sweetie,” Barbara agreed. “There’s nothing wrong with the way you feel. As for a family, I wouldn’t worry about it. Just trust that the Lord will bring the right man at the right time.”
Sage embraced her mother. “Thanks, Mama. I’m so glad I decided to come to Los Angeles. I would have hated being so far away from you.” Sage and her brothers Ari, Blaze and Drayden all relocated to Los Angeles to work with their parents at the newly named Alexander-DePaul corporate offices. Her expertise was in real estate, which is why her father had given Sage the responsibility for overall sales of the portfolio of residences located at the hotel in the heart of Beverly Hills and steps from renowned Rodeo Drive.
“I’m glad you’re here, too,” Barbara responded. “I don’t know if Malcolm could handle all this without his children.” She rose to her feet. “Thanks so much for lunch and the conversation. I’m supposed to meet your daddy in an hour. I’ve finally convinced him to give his wardrobe a face-lift.”
Sage broke into a grin. “Good luck with that.” Her father hated shopping with a passion.
She and Barbara embraced and then headed to the door.
They took the private elevator down to the garage.
“I’ll give you a call later in the week,” Sage told her mother. “If you and Daddy don’t have any plans, I might drive out to the house this weekend. I want to see the new renovations.” Her parents had decided to change some things in the house. They wanted their blended personalities echoed throughout every room.
“We’ll be home,” Barbara responded.
They embraced again in the parking garage before Barbara headed to her car.
Sage watched her mother get into the car, and she remained glued to the spot until Barbara drove away.
Instead of returning to her penthouse, Sage decided to walk through the hotel. The Beverly Hills property had been inspired by the Spanish Revival architecture and Mediterranean styling that was so prevalent in the area. The interior evoked timeless elegance in sun-drenched colors of gold, salmon, coral and cream, which Sage found awe-inspiring and beautiful.
Her life was perfect, Sage thought to herself.
But it would be even better if she had someone to share it with.
* * *
Ryan Manning—aka R. G. McCall—was thirty-two years old, living in New York, and had been working as an investigative reporter for the past ten years with a major newspaper. After his painful divorce and suffering from writer’s block, Ryan decided to take a year off. His other love was cooking, so he opened a restaurant in Manhattan. However, his passion for the written word and the truth called him back into news reporting—this time as a freelance writer. His restaurant had turned out to be a very successful venture and was currently managed by his brother.
A news short on television caught Ryan’s eye.
The story of Malcolm Alexander inheriting the DePaul estate was still news, even though Robert DePaul had been gone for almost a year. People were still hungry for any information about this family from a small town in Georgia who had captured the hearts of the people in Los Angeles.
What’s so special about them? he wondered—outside of being fortunate enough to have Robert DePaul’s blood running through their veins.
The late Robert DePaul had been a very generous man during his lifetime. Ryan had heard many stories of Robert paying off medical bills of complete strangers, bestowing cars upon some who could not afford to buy one and even taking in a homeless man, giving him a job. He had often championed the rights of the homeless over the years.
Ryan’s current project was going to be a series of articles on the plight of homeless people in large cities—more specifically, Beverly Hills and some of the wealthier areas across the country. He had always been vocal in his criticism of how many of the wealthy residents complain about the homeless, but instead of trying to help, they treat them like criminals. There were those who were eager to spend thousands on a pair of shoes instead of giving a few dollars to a homeless person. To prove his point, Ryan spent some time on the streets of New York gathering firsthand information for his article.
Later that evening, he was flying to Los Angeles. He was going undercover as a homeless man in Beverly Hills. He wanted to profile some of the homeless people who lived in the shadows of Southern California’s most affluent areas.
Ryan decided to include the Alexander family in his series along with a select group of celebrities. He wanted to see whether Malcolm Alexander had inherited his father’s philanthropic nature. He was curious to see if the Alexander family was as wonderful as everyone assumed. People could only keep up an act for so long.
He knew that the members of the family would eventually slip up, and then the truth would come out about them. Ryan intended to be the one to report it.
* * *
To pass the time on the airplane, Ryan decided to draft parts of his article. He hoped that his writing on the subject of homelessness challenged those who were more fortunate to experience what these people had to deal with on a daily basis and moved them to take action.
His hands tapped a steady rhythm on the keyboard of his laptop.
In this manicured community of 35,000, Rolls-Royces and Lamborghinis glide around the city streets of Beverly Hills and movie stars live in grand mansions….
Ryan paused a moment, reading what he had typed, then he added, However, this city does not just boast of celebrities but is also well-known for its small population of scruffy residents who live in parks, bus shelters and alleys.
He was not sure that was exactly how he would begin the article, but it worked for the moment.
Ryan leaned his head back and closed his eyes, resting them. He had not realized just how exhausted he was until this very moment. Before leaving New York, he’d had to make sure that his brother had everything under control at the restaurant. Ryan had also wanted to finish another project, so he’d stayed up late last night and woke up early. He closed up the laptop and put it away before falling asleep.
He woke up an hour later. They would not be landing in Los Angeles for another two hours, so Ryan retrieved his laptop and opened it. He decided to attempt to complete the introduction for his article.
The hair on the back of his neck stood up.
Ryan glanced around until he met the gaze of a beautiful young woman. She smiled brightly, pleased that she had caught his attention.
He smiled in return.
Ryan had dated some since his divorce, but his constant traveling prevented him from investing any real time into a relationship. However, Sandra had put him through two years of pure hell. Ryan was pretty sure that he would never marry again.
He refused to allow another woman to shatter his heart into a million pieces ever again.
Chapter 2
Sage and her future sister-in-law, Natasha LeBlanc, exited the Alexander-DePaul Beverly Hills Hotel, heading to a nearby bridal shop on foot.
It was a beautiful and sunny June day, perfect for a stroll. Sage loved the outdoors and often walked to many of the nearby shops and eateries.
“I love seeing Ari with Joshua,” Sage commented as they walked. “I’m so glad that he has you both in his life.”
Natasha smiled. “He’s not my son’s biological father, but I couldn’t ask for anyone more wonderful than Ari.”
Her oldest brother had married his childhood sweetheart right out of college, but lost her to cancer a couple years ago. She had worried that Ari would never stop grieving for April. Then Natasha and her son, Joshua, entered his life a year ago, giving Ari a reason for living again.
“But after tomorrow, it will be official,” Natasha stated. “I’m relieved that the adoption has gone through without a hitch. Although I have to confess that there is this tiny part of me that resents the fact that my ex-husband wants nothing to do with his son.” She released a short sigh. “No need to worry about the past, though. I have Ari.”
“If you say he completes you, I’m going to barf,” Sage interjected with a small chuckle.
Natasha laughed.
Out of the corner of her eye, Sage noticed a lone homeless man standing near the entrance.
Her steps slowed as their eyes met and held.
The trance was broken when two hotel security members walked outside, gesturing for him to leave the property grounds.
Sage quickly intervened. “He’s not doing anything.”
One of the men told her, “Some of the guests have complained, Miss Alexander—”
“I understand that you’re doing your job, Tom,” she responded. “But everything is fine. You can go back inside now.”
Sage told Natasha, “Wait here a moment, please.” She walked over to the stranger in clothes that had seen better days and said, “I’m sorry for the actions of my security personnel.” She pulled a hundred-dollar bill out of her wallet and offered it to the homeless man. “I hope this will help you in some way.”
He was clearly surprised by her generosity. “Thank you. I appreciate your kindness.”
Sage noted the rich timbre of his baritone voice.
“If you’re hungry, I can arrange a meal for you,” Sage said.
He held up the money and responded, “This is more than enough.”
He thanked her again before walking away.
Sage watched him for a moment as he headed in the other direction. “I feel so bad for him,” she said in a low voice.
“That was really nice of you,” Natasha murmured.
“He definitely needs it more than I do,” Sage responded as they continued on to the bridal shop.
Although she considered him a fleeting thought, Sage found she could not force him out of her mind. It was as if some invisible thread drew her to him. It was not something she could fully explain because she did not understand it herself.
This unknown stranger who had fallen on hard times had left an indelible impression on her.
* * *
Ryan stared down at the hundred-dollar bill in his hand in disbelief.
The daughter of Malcolm Alexander had given him the money without any hesitation. It was almost as if she had been expecting him.
He had seen enough pictures of her to recognize Sage Alexander. However, none of the photos truly did her justice.
She was gorgeous.
He had the pleasure of meeting Robert DePaul a few years ago at a political fundraiser. Ryan found that she possessed those same steel-gray eyes as her father and Robert, her grandfather. She was tall and slender, with curves in all the right places. She wore her long dark brown hair in its natural curly state.
Ryan’s eyes stayed on Sage as she and her friend strolled down the sidewalk and across the street to a bridal shop. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was always this generous or if this had just been some random act of kindness.
He heard the whine of a baby and glanced over his shoulder.
A young woman who looked to be in her early twenties was trying to soothe a tiny infant swaddled tightly in a blanket. She held the baby close to her heart and appeared to be whispering to the child.
She reached into the shopping cart, fumbled through a few bags and then frowned. Whatever she was looking for was long gone. She kissed the top of her baby’s head and continued to try and comfort the infant. Her blue eyes were dull and pained and her blond hair looked as if it could use a good washing.
Without a second thought, Ryan strode over to her.
“Miss, can I help you with anything?”
She silently surveyed him from head to toe before shaking her head. “I’m fine.”
“The baby—”
“She needs to be changed,” the young woman murmured.
Ryan glanced down into the shopping cart. She didn’t possess much, but there was no sign of diapers—cloth or otherwise.
“This woman just walked out of the hotel and gave me this money, but I want you to have it. Looks like you may need to purchase diapers.”
Her eyes widened in surprise when she saw the hundred-dollar bill in his hand.
“I can’t take this from you,” she whispered, tears in her eyes. Her gaze traveled slowly over his attire. “You need it as much as I do.”
“I’ll be okay,” Ryan assured her. “I want you to have it. Use it for the baby.” He could tell that the infant was only a few weeks old. “She’s beautiful.”
After a short deliberation, she accepted the money and smiled. “God bless you for your kindness. Thank you so much.”
“When was the last time you had a hot meal?” Ryan asked.
“A few days now,” she responded. “My milk is drying up, so I think I’m going to have to get formula.”
“Hey, I’m about to get something to eat. Why don’t you and your beautiful little daughter join me? We can stop somewhere and get the diapers so you can change her first.”
He saw the hesitation in her eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you. My name is Ryan, and I have nothing but honorable intentions.”
“I’m Paige, and this is Cassie. Ryan, you’ve done so much already. We really don’t want to take advantage of your kindness.”
“You wouldn’t be,” he said. “Paige, it looks like you need a friend. I assure you that I am not looking for anything in return.”
They walked until they found a corner store and bought diapers, a set of bottles, formula and some onesies for the baby.
Ryan pointed to the restaurant across the street. “We can eat there.”
Together, they crossed the street.
“I’ll wait out here,” Paige said, looking uncomfortable. “I need to change Cassie anyway. Besides, I’m pretty sure they don’t want us to come inside.”
Just as he was about to enter the restaurant, a young man dressed like one of the waitstaff met him at the door.
“I can take your order,” he said, “if you have money to pay.”
Ryan had forgotten he was dressed like a homeless person. It was clear that the waiter feared they would offend the other patrons. He stepped away from the door. “I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t have money,” he retorted. “I want to order two burgers, fries and drinks to go.”
“You sure you have enough money to pay for all this?” the young man asked.
“Like I said, I wouldn’t have ordered it if I didn’t,” Ryan responded, angered by the look of disdain on the waiter’s face. He pulled out two twenty-dollar bills. “Keep the change.”
Embarrassed, the waiter muttered, “I’ll place your order right now. It’ll be about ten minutes.”
Ryan strolled over to one of the outdoor tables where Paige sat playing with her baby girl.
“Why are you out here on the streets, Ryan?” Paige asked. “You obviously have money.”
“The only reason I have this money is because some rich woman gave it to me when I was standing outside the Alexander-DePaul Hotel,” he responded honestly. “Then I saw you, and I wanted to help. A young mother and her baby should not be on the streets.”
The waiter appeared with two tall glasses of ice water and two sodas. He set them down on the table and left as discreetly as he had arrived. He returned a few minutes later with their food.
“Where are you from?” Ryan inquired. He could hear a hint of a Southern accent in her voice.
“I’m from Atlanta, Georgia,” Paige responded. “I came to Los Angeles to be with my boyfriend. He plays the sax, and he’s trying to get into the music business. Things were good between us until I got pregnant. Then we started to argue and fight all the time. After Cassie was born, I thought we were getting back on track, but two weeks ago, he left to buy diapers and never returned. I couldn’t pay the rent for the hotel we were staying in, so I had to leave.”
Ryan felt a surge of anger rise in him as he listened to Paige’s story. What man could just walk away from his child like that?
It was obvious that this man never really cared for Paige. Ryan was careful not to voice his opinion aloud. He did not want to say anything that would add to the young woman’s pain.
* * *
“Have you decided on your color scheme yet?” Sage inquired.
“I was actually thinking about a mint-green and vintage-purple theme,” Natasha said. “They are two of my favorite colors.” She paused a moment before adding, “Oh, and I’ve found what I think is the perfect bridesmaid dress. It’s by Alvina Valenta. She is an extraordinary designer, and her dresses are known for their details and elegance.”
“I’m just glad that you didn’t choose soft pastel colors,” Sage announced as they entered the bridal shop. “They do absolutely nothing for my complexion. You know weddings are all about the bridesmaids, don’t you?”
Laughing, Natasha walked up to the counter to check in for their appointment.
While they waited, Sage’s gaze traveled the length of the shop, eyeing the vast number of wedding gowns, bridesmaid dresses and other formal wear. She couldn’t wait for the day when it would be her turn to get married.
Her dream wedding wasn’t filled with lots of glitz, glamour and hundreds of wedding guests. Instead, she wanted a more intimate and romantic ceremony—perhaps a destination wedding.
“What do you think about this one?” Natasha asked, drawing Sage out of her reverie.
She surveyed the gown in her future sister-in-law’s hand. “It’s pretty, but I don’t think it looks like you.”
“Really?”
Sage nodded. “I don’t know why, but I just can’t really see you in this dress. Maybe it’s because there’s so much lace. You don’t strike me as the ribbons, ruffles or bows type of girl.”
“You’re right,” Natasha agreed. “I prefer more simple lines but thought I’d do something different for my wedding.”
“No,” Sage interjected. “Your gown should definitely echo your personality.” She walked over to a nearby rack and selected a dress. “Now, I think that this one looks like you, Natasha.”
“Oh, my…” Natasha murmured as she fingered the soft, delicate chiffon. “This is stunning.”
Sage agreed. “You should try it on.”
Anna, the bridal consultant standing nearby, walked over to them. “I’ll take this to the dressing room.”
“Ari told me that I could have my dress designed, but I think I’d rather buy one off the rack.” Natasha pressed the dress against her body. “I really love this one.”
“Try it on,” Sage encouraged.
She strolled around the store, pausing every now and then to look at a gown. Sage already knew how she wanted her dress to look. While Natasha wasn’t interested in having a one-of-a-kind wedding gown, Sage felt otherwise.
Natasha walked out of the dressing room with the assistance of Anna. She looked like a vision from heaven in the eggshell-tinted strapless gown made of Tomen chiffon and lace embellished with Swarovski crystals and a sweetheart neckline. The unbelievable draping across Natasha’s torso completed the elegant vision.
“So what do you think?” Natasha prompted.
“You look beautiful,” Sage murmured. “I think this is the one for you.”
“Ms. LeBlanc, you look exquisite,” Anne complimented. “From everything you’ve told me, I agree with Ms. Alexander. This is the wedding dress for you.”
Natasha continued to gaze at her reflection.
“I’m loving it,” Sage said. “I can’t wait for my brother to see you in this gown.”
“I love it, too,” Natasha responded. “This is the dress for me. My search is over for the perfect wedding gown.” She glanced over at Anna and said, “Would you bring out the dress I selected for the bridesmaids, please? I want Sage’s opinion on the choice.”
Anna walked into a back room and returned a few minutes later, carrying a stunning knee-length satin sheath in a purple/platinum duet.
Sage fell in love with the draped strapless sweetheart neckline with natural waist and draped skirt. “Natasha, it’s gorgeous. I love it.”
“I thought that you would,” she responded. “It’s going to look great on you, Zaire and my sister.”
Sage held the dress up to her and eyed her reflection in the mirror. “This is a beautiful dress. I especially like that it’s one I can wear again. I have a closet full of bridesmaid gowns that were only for that one day.”
“I’ll set up a dressing room for you,” Anna stated. “While you change, I’ll have the seamstress come out to perform the fitting for Ms. LeBlanc.”
Sage hummed softly as she strolled into a nearby dressing room to try it on. She couldn’t wait to see how the dress looked on her body.
“You look beautiful,” Natasha said when Sage walked out. “You need very few alterations. It nearly fits you perfectly.”
Sage agreed. “Natasha, I really love this dress. This dress is so me.”
“How do you think Zaire will feel about it?”
“Natasha, she’s going to love it, as well,” Sage assured her. “My sister and I have similar taste when it comes to clothes. We’re also the same size, so you don’t have to worry about having her dress altered. Besides, she’s planning to come out here in a couple of weeks. Zaire says that school has been hectic for her and she needs a little break. I know that grad school is intense, but I think my little sister is missing the family. She can’t just leave Atlanta and be home in an hour anymore.”
“My sister and I are the same way.”
“I’m looking forward to meeting your family, especially Natalie,” Sage stated. “It sounds like she and I have a lot in common.”
“You do,” Natasha responded.
Sage waited patiently while the seamstress worked with Natasha to make sure the gown fit her body perfectly for her big day. Every now and then, her eyes would travel around the shop, gazing at row after row of wedding gowns. My time will come, she silently assured herself.
* * *
When Sage returned to the hotel, she glanced around before walking through the entrance.
I wonder what happened to that homeless man, she thought. Maybe he was somewhere having a hot meal; at least she hoped he had spent some of the money she had given him on a good meal. He didn’t resemble a drug addict or alcoholic.
She shook her head in confusion.
It was strange, but Sage felt as if their souls were connected. The feeling was so strong that she knew deep down that she had not seen the last of this man who had left such a strong impression on her.
Sage made her way up to her penthouse, humming softly. She was looking forward to relaxing in a hot bath.
An image of the homeless man flittered through her mind, and Sage suddenly felt guilty. She felt blessed beyond measure, but she also knew about the thousands of people who lived on the streets all over the country. Many of them had given up on hope for a better future.
Sage knew that she could not save the world, but she wanted to find a way to help the people she could. One person at a time.
Chapter 3
“How long have you been living on the streets?” Ryan asked before biting into his hamburger. He chewed slowly, savoring the combination of lettuce, tomato and grilled onions. After living on the streets of New York, he had a renewed appreciation for something as simple as a hamburger.
“Just a few days off and on since my boyfriend left,” Paige answered before wiping her mouth on the edge of the paper napkin. “I was able to stay at the shelter for four nights, but last night they didn’t have any more beds. I’ve been trying to find a job, but I don’t have a babysitter, so I have to take Cassie with me.”
“Have you considered moving back home?” Ryan questioned.
Paige nodded. “I could do that, but it’s not what I want. My mama has enough to take care of, and she don’t need me and Cassie adding to her burden. She raised six kids all by herself, and now she is raising three of my nieces. All I need is a job, and I can take it from there. I’m not afraid of hard work.”
“What type of work are you looking for?” Ryan inquired.
“Anything,” Paige responded. “I have general office skills and only two years of college, but I’ll clean houses or hotels, babysit—anything outside of breaking the law.”
Ryan smiled. “I’m glad to hear that. I don’t think I have enough money to bail you out of jail.”
She laughed. “Ryan, I really appreciate all you’ve done for me.”
“I’m glad I could help.”
Paige bit into her burger. “This is so delicious. I don’t remember the last time I had a hamburger.” She shook her head sadly. “I just wish that I could find a job. I’d work two jobs if it would help me get a place to live and take care of my baby.”
Ryan wiped his mouth. “Paige, I’m going to pay for you and Cassie to stay in a hotel for a month. Hopefully, this will give you some time to find work and a babysitter.”
She gasped in surprise and leaned forward, saying, “That lady must have given you a lot of money. Ryan, I can’t have you doing this for me. You should be spending this money on yourself.”
He shook his head no. “I don’t have a new baby, Paige.”
She teared up once more. “Ryan, you don’t even know me. Why are you being so kind?”
“This woman I ran into earlier knows nothing about me, yet she was kind enough to care and try to make my life a little more comfortable. I’m just paying it forward.”
“We can share the hotel room as friends,” Paige suggested. “You can get one with two beds.”
Ryan was touched by her sensitivity. “I’ll be just fine, Paige. You don’t have to worry about me.”
“You really don’t have to do this, Ryan. I’ll manage somehow.”
He shook his head. “It’s all settled, Paige. You and Cassie will stay at the hotel. I feel confident that you are going to find a job soon. I’ll watch the baby for you when you have interviews if you need me to.”
“How do I reach you?” she asked. “Don’t tell me that this woman gave you a cell phone, too.”
Ryan chuckled. “I’ll come by and check with you every day.”
“Why won’t you just stay at the hotel with me? Wouldn’t that be easier? Actually, I think I’d feel safer if you were there,” Paige confessed. “Cassie’s a pretty good baby, too. She only wakes up once a night usually.”
“Maybe just a couple of nights,” he responded after a moment.
They left the restaurant and walked to the bus stop. Ryan removed Paige’s contents from the shopping cart and carried the meager possessions.
Although he secretly preferred to set them up in a much nicer hotel, Ryan had to settle for a motel. He was undercover and had to remain so until all of his research was complete. Ryan would not risk placing his work in jeopardy by sharing his real identity with Paige. He had probably done too much for her already, but he couldn’t just leave a young mother and her child out on the streets.
While the baby slept, Paige went into the bathroom to take a shower. Ryan used this time to quickly jot down notes of his time with Paige and how she ended up on the streets. She was defenseless with a newborn, and he feared that if he didn’t do everything in his power to help her, Paige would become a prostitute—willingly or unwillingly. Worse, she could become hooked on drugs, and there’s no telling how the baby would fare in either situation.
* * *
After her bath, Sage slipped on a pair of denim shorts and a T-shirt. She sat down on the plush sofa in her living room and removed her sandals. She stretched out her full length on the piece of furniture and closed her eyes. She thought again about the homeless man who had been standing outside the hotel.
Sage hoped that the money would enable him to enjoy a good meal and maybe even a clean shirt or two. She prayed that he would not use the money for drugs, although he did not seem like a drug abuser.
She drifted off to sleep.
It was almost six when she awakened forty-five minutes later.
Sage had to get ready for a fundraising event. She and her mother were attending the auction benefiting breast cancer. Thankfully, it was being held here at the hotel, so Sage didn’t have to worry about traffic or arriving late. She still hadn’t gotten used to traveling along the congested Los Angeles freeways.
She rose to her feet and walked barefoot across the hardwood floors to her bedroom.
Sage dressed in a one-shoulder Grecian-style gown in a teal-blue color with shimmering gold highlights. She ran her fingers through soft waves, fluffing her hair to give it a fuller look.
Sage checked the clock on her nightstand. She had to meet her mother downstairs in less than fifteen minutes.
While waiting for Barbara to arrive, Sage spent a few minutes in one of the boutiques, surveying a newly arrived collection of jewelry.
“You have never been one much for jewelry,” a voice said behind her.
Sage turned around to face Drayden. “They have some beautiful pieces in this collection, but as you said, I’m not much for jewelry.” She glanced down at her ringless fingers. “The only ring I’ll ever wear is a wedding ring.” She took note of his tuxedo and asked, “Where are you going?”
“Mom rangled me and Blaze into attending this fundraiser, too,” Drayden replied. “Ari and Natasha are also attending. If Dad wasn’t flying out to San Francisco tonight, I’m sure he’d be here with us.”
Sage gave him a knowing smile. “Fundraisers are a family event, according to Mama.”
Shortly after the rest of her family arrived, they headed toward the ballroom. Sage pretended to be attentive, but her mind was preoccupied. She was still thinking about the homeless man. She was curious about him.
She had seen enough homeless people on the streets and in the shelters to recognize that there was something different about him. He did not wear that same look of hopelessness, that yearning-to-be-whole-again vibe that hung on their bodies like a blanket. His downward spiral was something that he had suffered recently.
“What are you thinking about?” Blaze leaned over and whispered in her ear. “You look a million miles away.”
“I was thinking about this person I saw earlier today. He was homeless.”
Blaze met her gaze. “You gave him money, didn’t you?”
She nodded. “I know how you feel about that, but I have good instincts about people, and this guy is no drug addict or alcoholic.”
“But he could be gambling,” Blaze suggested. “There is a reason he is on the streets, sis.”
“Or he could have lost his job and his home,” Sage countered. “Blaze, not everyone who is homeless is on the streets because of vices. Sometimes it is just plain bad luck.”
“I agree,” Blaze stated, “but they are the minority.”
“You should come to the shelter with me next weekend.” Sage took a sip of her ice water. “Once you meet some of these people, I think your opinion will change greatly.”
“I’ll think about it,” he responded. Blaze rose to his feet and held out his hand. “C’mon, let’s go show these people how we used to get down in Georgia.”
Sage chuckled. “I’ll sit this one out. You go ahead. I’m sure you won’t have a problem finding a dance partner.”
* * *
Shortly after eleven, Barbara confessed she was tired and ready to leave.
Both of her brothers couldn’t have been more relieved by their mother’s decision. Sage picked up her purse, and they left as they had arrived—as a family.
Blaze joined Sage in her residence when they left the fundraiser.
“So, how do you like living in Beverly Hills?” she asked her brother after they settled down in the living room. “Do you ever regret moving out here?” Sage removed her designer high heels; they were cute but uncomfortable.
“Why do you ask?”
“Sometimes you look really sad, Blaze.” Sage shrugged. “Ever since you came back from Las Vegas last year, you haven’t really seemed yourself.” She paused a moment before asking, “Blaze, did something happen while you were there?”
His expression was instantly guarded. “Like what?”
“Did you meet someone?” Sage inquired.
Blaze waited a moment before responding, as if searching for the right words. “I met someone, but it didn’t last long. I guess it was over before it really started.”
“It seems like you really cared for her, especially if you are still haunted by her. Do you want to talk about it?”
He shook his head no. “There’s really nothing to talk about, sis.”
Sage didn’t press her brother. She knew Blaze well enough to know that he would open up whenever he was ready. Until then, it was best to drop the subject.
“How about you?” Blaze asked. “How’s your love life going?”
She broke into laughter. “What love life? I don’t know what that is.”
“Have you found it harder to meet someone since our lives have changed?”
Sage nodded. “I don’t trust as easily as I did in the past. I guess it’s because I have to wonder if it’s me or our father’s money that guys want.” Sighing softly, she leaned back against the cushions. “I’m happy for Daddy and I love my job and even living here in Beverly Hills, but I hate being the focus of the media, dealing with cousin Harold and his drama and wondering if people like us for ourselves.”
Blaze nodded in agreement. “Some of the women I’ve gone out with once or twice expect me to take them shopping or pay their bills. It’s crazy. It’s just dinner and a movie. I’m not trying to marry them.”
“I want a man who wants me for me and not for what our parents have. He inherited Robert DePaul’s money—not us.”
“We are his heirs, though,” Blaze interjected. “Sage, you might as well get used to the reality that we will never be able to escape the DePaul legacy.”
* * *
Ryan made sure that Paige had everything she needed before leaving her and the baby at a small motel on Sunset Boulevard.
He promised to check up on her later in the day. She was a nice young woman who needed a break in life. He was going to make sure that she received one, too.
Ryan was on his way back to the Alexander-DePaul Hotel in Beverly Hills. He was hoping to see the beautiful heiress who had locked eyes with him and given him money without so much as a second thought. A few people passing by tossed a dollar or two his way, but Sage Alexander had been the only one who dared to look him in the eye. She never once averted her gaze—a quality Ryan liked in people. His first impression of her was a good one.
Sage’s unselfish gesture had given him a great intro for his article. Her family was one of the main subjects in the article, and it pleased Ryan that Sage appeared to be as generous a benefactor as her grandfather.
There was much more he wanted to learn about Sage and her family.
Sage Alexander.
Her beauty mesmerized him. She was an unforgettable woman, and Ryan found himself wanting to know more about her on both a professional and personal level.
Giving him a hundred dollars was one thing but actually holding a conversation with a homeless man was another story. Ryan didn’t want to frighten Sage in any way, so he had to be careful in his approach.
He had been careful not to settle too close to the hotel property upon his arrival. Ryan did not want to risk police involvement or getting arrested. No one knew the real identity of R. G. McCall outside of his editors, and Ryan wanted to keep it this way.
Ryan wanted to stay as anonymous as possible.
Chapter 4
A black Mercedes pulled up and parked in front of the hotel doors.
Ryan watched as Drayden Alexander stepped out of the driver’s seat and walked around the car, handing the keys to the valet. He was dressed in a suit that fit nicely but was off the rack. Ryan wasn’t much for custom-tailored suits either.
Drayden never once glanced in Ryan’s direction; instead, he seemed focused and walked with purpose.
Ryan noted Drayden made a point to greet everyone by name, although he didn’t break his stride.
He saw security walking toward the entrance and quickly moved away from the side of the building. Ryan kept walking until he reached the end of the property.
“Get a job, you bum,” someone yelled out of a passing car.
He shook his head sadly. Some people could be so ignorant at times. Most people were not homeless by choice or because they didn’t want to work. For most, it was an aftershock of the earthquake in their lives that had attempted to destroy them. Rebuilding lives after an earthquake took time, and often victims needed help financially and emotionally.
A man pushing a shopping cart paused and asked, “You find any good eats ’round here?”
Ryan shook his head. “Not yet. I heard that the restaurant on the corner will give you a hot meal.”
The man snorted and then moved on.
Ryan resisted the urge to try and hold a conversation with the man, because he wanted to see Sage again. He didn’t know why or how, but a connection had been made and Ryan always followed his instincts.
* * *
Sage showed off a vacant residence to a couple of prospective buyers. “The bedrooms are all spacious,” she told them. “There are a limited number of residences ranging from two to five bedrooms with ample square footage to accommodate housekeepers, personal assistants or nannies.”
“Is there a private garage for residents?” the husband inquired. “And is it a two-car garage?”
“Each residence comes with a two-car garage,” Sage responded. “The residents have a personal valet. You can just drop your keys with the valet and take the private elevator up to the penthouse floors.”
She allowed them some privacy as they walked through the residence. Sage could tell that they were already falling in love with the place. She expected to write a contract before they left her office. The Broadway producer and his wife were here in town for a promotional tour and decided to check out some properties for a Los Angeles–based home.
She called Ari as soon as the couple left an hour later.
“Guess what I have in my hand…?”
“I have no idea,” Ari replied. “What is it?”
“I just sold unit 802,” she announced.
“Really? That’s wonderful,” he told Sage. “That’s the one like Mom and Dad’s, right?”
“Yes,” she confirmed. “And they didn’t even haggle over the asking price. The wife was the one who really loved the unit. I should probably give her a commission because she was the one who really sold her husband on the place. I think he would’ve preferred something near the beach.”
“I’m sure you helped in that respect,” Ari responded. “You have always been one who could talk sugar out of candy.”
She laughed. “I don’t know about that, but I am going to get off this phone and treat myself to a nice lunch to celebrate.”
“If you can hold off for about an hour, I’ll join you,” Ari told her.
“Rain check,” Sage said in response to his offer. “I’m starving, but just remember that you owe me lunch.”
“Hey, when was it the plan for me to pay for lunch?”
“When you considered joining me,” Sage responded with a chuckle. “Love you much, big brother.”
“I love you, too.”
They ended the call.
Sage grabbed her keys and purse from the sofa table. She strolled across the gleaming wood floors, her heels tapping in rhythm with her stride. She smiled as she considered her recent sale and the commission.
“Yes,” she whispered while waiting for the private elevator car.
Franklin walked out of the unit that belonged to Ari. “Good afternoon, Ms. Alexander.”
“I’m never going to get you to just call me Sage, am I?”
He smiled. “It is a title of honor. You should wear it proudly.”
“But you’re family, Franklin,” she countered, “not just another employee.”
Touched by her words, he gave a slight nod. “You are too kind, Ms….Sage.”
“I mean every word, Franklin. You and your daughter are now a part of our family. We love you both.”
The elevator arrived, and they both stepped inside.
“Franklin, are we still donating food to the homeless shelters?” Sage inquired.
“I believe so, but I can check to make sure.”
“No, I’ll do it,” she said. “I know that we are in need of a new manager for the restaurant, so I don’t want the donation falling through the cracks.”
Sage paused briefly to continue her conversation with Franklin and then made her way to the lobby area.
She was surprised to see her parents. “Hey, what are y’all doing here?” Sage inquired.
Barbara embraced her daughter. “We’re meeting Natasha and Ari here for lunch to discuss plans for the wedding. You should join us.”
“Ari isn’t going to be here any time soon. I’m not sure he even remembered that he was having lunch with you all,” Sage interjected. “I can’t wait that long because I’m starved.”
“He didn’t until I called, so we’re not waiting on your brother,” her father said. “I didn’t eat breakfast.”
Sage followed them to the hotel restaurant where they were seated immediately. She sat down beside her mother. “I have something to tell you both.”
“What is it, sweetie?” Malcolm asked.
“I have a contract on my desk for unit 802.”
Barbara grinned. “Congratulations, dear.”
Malcolm nodded in approval. “Can’t say I’m surprised.”
A man seated at the table across from them opened a newspaper.
“I certainly hope he’s not reading anything that R. G. McCall has to say,” she said in a low voice.
“Sage, are you still bothered by that article you read in that magazine?” Barbara asked.
“What article?” Malcolm inquired.
“It’s nothing really, Daddy,” Sage responded. “Some guy with a chip on his shoulder wrote that a woman turning thirty is so desperate to have a man in her life that she will marry the first one to look her way.”
Her father laughed.
Wearing a frown, Sage inquired, “What’s so funny?”
“Well, you have been bemoaning your state of singleness lately.”
“I wouldn’t say that I was desperate,” she replied curtly. “Besides, there’s nothing wrong with me wanting to get married and raise a family.”
“This is true,” Malcolm stated. “Your mother and I want that for you, as well. Perhaps we should post some type of bonus or something.”
Sage’s mouth dropped open in surprise. “If a man has to be paid to marry me then I don’t want him.”
Barbara laughed. “Stop teasing your daughter.”
Sage folded her arms across her chest. “That’s really not funny, Daddy.”
Malcolm reached over and took Sage’s hand, giving it a loving squeeze. “I’m sorry, sweetie. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“I know you didn’t, but you’re right,” she admitted. “My singleness is beginning to bother me. I can’t deny that I want a husband and a family, but I’m not desperate or anything. I’m just ready for marriage. I’m tired of dating and the relationship goes nowhere.”
“I have a feeling that you are going to meet the man of your dreams soon,” Barbara told her.
Sage smiled. “Mama, you were always a romantic.”
She picked up her menu, scanning the entrées. “I’m in the mood for seafood today.”
“So am I,” Malcolm responded. “I think I’m going to have the grilled tilapia.”
“That sounds delicious,” Sage murmured. “Mama, what are you ordering?”
“I think I’ll have the grilled chicken and ravioli.”
“I’m going to order the tilapia,” Sage decided aloud. She glanced toward the restaurant entrance and said, “It’s about time those two showed up.”
Ari and Natasha made their way over to the table and sat down.
“Hey,” Ari greeted. “Sorry we’re late. Natasha’s meeting ran longer than we expected.”
Natasha nodded in agreement. “It’s my fault.”
“We haven’t ordered yet,” Malcolm stated, “so you’re just in time.”
The waiter arrived a few minutes later to take their orders.
“So where are you two with the wedding plans?” Barbara inquired after he walked away from their table. “Have you narrowed down where you want to have the wedding ceremony?”
Natasha smiled and nodded. “We’d like to have the wedding at the house. Ari and I feel this is the perfect place to begin our life together as husband and wife.”
Barbara gave a slight nod of approval. “I think it’s a wonderful idea.”
Sage agreed. She was absolutely thrilled for Ari, but there was a part of this that highlighted the fact that there was no man present in her life. It wasn’t the lack of male companionship literally, because she was constantly approached by celebrities, business professionals, athletes and even a couple of college students.
However, Sage was very selective and cautious when it came to relationships because of a bad experience she went through in college—something that still haunted her from time to time. She was determined that no other man would ever deceive her again.
* * *
Sage thought about the homeless man from the day before. She had not been able to forget about him. It was the expression that was on his face—the one that said although his circumstances looked as if he was past hope, he was still optimistic about life.
Impulsively, Sage headed toward the lobby exit. She walked outside, her eyes surveying the surroundings. A way of relief swept through Sage upon seeing him.
What am I doing?
She didn’t wait for the answer. Instead, Sage inhaled deeply and then exhaled slowly before approaching him.
“I thought you might be out here,” she said. “My name is Sage. What’s yours?”
“Ryan,” he responded. “Ryan Manning.”
“I hope that you were able to enjoy a hot meal and a clean bed. I know that the shelters are overflowing, and they can’t accommodate everyone.”
“Yes. Thank you for the money. I can’t tell you how much it helped.”
She smiled. “I’m glad I could help you in some small way.” Sage paused a moment before continuing. “Actually, I would like to try and really help you, Ryan. I can’t explain it, but my gut instinct tells me it’s something I should do.”
Ryan’s eyes widened in surprise, but he remained silent.
Sage was well aware of the curious glances and stares she was receiving from people all around them, including the hotel employees, but she didn’t care. She had to do what was in her heart.
“I hope I won’t offend or embarrass you by this question, but when was the last time you had a bath and some clean clothes?”
He gave a slight shrug. “It’s been a few days.”
“Well, we’re going to change that right now,” Sage stated. “I want you to come with me.”
She couldn’t remember the last time she had acted so impulsively, but it was too late to turn back now. Sage had always trusted her instincts; this time would be no different.
Chapter 5
Hotel security hurried toward them, but Sage quickly waved them away. “He is with me,” she told them. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’m fine.”
Ryan silently noted that the two men backed off immediately, although their body language signaled that they were still on alert and ready to pounce, if needed.
He was still in shock that Sage had not only given him money but was now leading him into the Alexander-DePaul Beverly Hills Hotel.
Patrons gasped and stared in horror as they made their way through the lobby. However, Sage Alexander appeared to be oblivious to the stir she was causing. She walked over to the front desk. She was speaking so softly that Ryan had no idea what she was saying to the reservation manager.
He dropped his head to keep from meeting the gazes of anyone.
“I’m going to take you to a room on the second level,” Sage told him. “You can shower and shave, and I’ll have Franklin bring you some clean clothes.”
“Franklin?”
“He’s the head of our security and someone I trust with my life.”
“I appreciate all you’re trying to do for me, but Ms….you don’t know a thing about me. For all you know, I could be a serial killer.”
“That’s why I want Franklin to meet you,” Sage responded. “He’ll let me know if there is anything I need to worry about where you’re concerned.”
Ryan chuckled. “Do I need to worry about a cavity search?”
Laughing, Sage shook her head no.
“Ms.—”
“It’s Alexander, but please…just call me Sage,” she interjected quickly.
“Okay, Sage…why are you doing all this for me? Are you some type of Good Samaritan?”
“I wouldn’t say that,” she responded with a smile. “I just care about people, that’s all.”
A young woman with blond hair and wearing a trendy-looking business suit greeted Sage but took one look at Ryan and then glanced away.
“I apologize for her rudeness,” Sage stated as they walked to the elevators.
“People are uncomfortable when staring poverty in the face,” Ryan responded. “They know that it exists, but they do not want to put a face to it.”
Ryan had been a guest at the hotel in the past. In fact, it was one of his favorite places to stay when in Los Angeles. He was acutely aware that everyone was staring at him—some with open disdain. He cleared his throat softly.
“Really, why are you doing all this?” he asked when they were alone in the elevator.
Ryan reminded himself that he had to tread carefully with Sage and not ask too many questions. He didn’t want to make her suspicious.
“You obviously need help, and I am in a position to help you,” Sage responded truthfully. “I would want someone to lend a helping hand if I needed one.”
“So you just go around picking up homeless people?”
“No, I don’t,” Sage stated. “I’m good at reading people and…well, when I saw you yesterday I felt in my gut that I had to do something to help you.”
“I don’t mean to sound ungrateful,” he told her.
“It’s okay,” Sage responded. “You don’t know me either, so I can understand why you would be apprehensive.” She awarded him a bright smile. “All I can say is that it was placed on my heart to bless you.”
Ryan followed her off the elevator. Sage had a little bounce to her walk; her hips swayed gently from side to side. She was dressed in a pair of navy slacks and a bright orange and navy silk top. Her long hair was neatly secured in a ponytail by an orange-and-navy barrette.
She was a woman with a mission, and Ryan could tell from her demeanor that she would let no one thwart that determination.
Ryan considered all of the women he had come across throughout his life and could truly say that he had never met a woman like her. His ex-wife was also a very determined woman, only she had no problem using lies or manipulation to get whatever she wanted. It never occurred to her that perhaps being honest was the way to go, especially if one wanted to earn trust.
* * *
Inside of the luxury hotel suite, Sage handed Ryan a menu. “Feel free to order whatever you want to eat. It’s my treat.”
He hadn’t been aware that he was staring at her until she said, “What is it? Why are you looking at me like that?”
Ryan cleared his throat. “I’m sorry. I…I just can’t get over how generous you are. I’ve never met anyone like you.”
“I’m just me,” Sage responded with a shrug. “There’s nothing special about a person who cares about others. I’m one of many.”
“I don’t agree,” he responded. “To some degree, that quality makes you rare. People say they care, but I believe that actions speak a lot louder than words.”
“I knew there was something very different about you,” Sage murmured.
“What do you mean?” Ryan asked, instantly on guard.
“Just that I’ve been around many of the homeless. I volunteer at one of the shelters twice a month. I know that you’re educated. There’s actually many layers to you.”
“Not all homeless people have some sort of impairment,” Ryan blurted. “People end up without a roof for many reasons—mortgage and rent arrears, the breakdown of relationships, families or friends withdrawing their support. However, it seems that most people assume that only those suffering from personality difficulties, the onset of mental illness or addiction live on the streets.”
“I think I’ve been guilty of that assumption,” she confessed. “Even at the shelter, I have never come into contact with anyone who speaks as eloquently as you. Most are dealing with addiction or a mental illness. I guess I just never really considered that included in the transient population could be people who have lost their homes or jobs.”
Ryan decided not to say more for fear that he would give away the ruse. He had probably already said too much. Sage didn’t appear to be suspicious of him. Perhaps she just assumed that he was speaking in defense of his current situation.
Their gaze met and held.
Sage broke the visual exchange by saying, “I’ll have Franklin get your clothing size.” She checked her watch and then said, “I’m afraid I have a meeting to attend, but I’ll check on you afterward.”
“Thank you for your kindness,” Ryan murmured sincerely. “I don’t know many people who would go this far for a stranger.”
“We shouldn’t have to wait for something terrible to happen before we reach out to help others,” Sage stated. “My dad used to say this all the time.”
“Sounds like your father is a wise man.” Malcolm Alexander apparently shared some of the same philosophies as his biological father.
“He is,” Sage confirmed. “He also used to say that a true act of kindness happens when there is no reason to be kind but simply out of caring for our fellow man.”
Ryan gave a tiny smile. “I like that.”
Sage walked toward the door. “I have to go, but I hope you’ll enjoy your bath and meal. Franklin will stop by and arrange for some clean clothes for you.”
She was gone before Ryan could utter a response.
* * *
“Franklin, I wanted to let you know that I placed a guest in unit 210,” Sage announced. She called him from her cell phone as soon as she left Ryan.
“Is this a friend of yours?” he politely inquired.
“Not really,” Sage answered honestly. “He is someone who has been living on the streets as a transient. He’s an educated man, and I’m pretty sure something must have happened in his life for him to be homeless. In a way, he reminds me a lot of you, Franklin.”
“I see.”
“This is not something that I’ve done before, but there is something about this man. Franklin, I felt as if I had to do something to help him.”
“I understand completely,” Franklin responded.
“Do you really?”
“Yes. As you know, I was homeless when Mr. Robert and I met,” Franklin reminded her. “Like you, he had a kind heart, and not only did he give me a job but also a place to stay. You and your grandfather are kindred spirits.”
“I do feel this connection with Robert,” Sage admitted. “I’ve never said this before because I don’t want my family to think I’m losing it.”
“There’s nothing insane about it,” Franklin assured her. “His blood runs in your veins as well as your father’s. It’s natural that you would possess some of his traits.”
“We’ve been so blessed, Franklin, with all of this. However, even before the inheritance came about, I’ve never known what it feels like to be hungry or homeless. I volunteer at the homeless shelters and donate, but this time it just didn’t seem enough. Once I looked into this guy’s eyes, I just had to do something more.”
Franklin had served as a butler to Robert DePaul until his death. Her father had no use for butlers, so he promoted Franklin as head of the security and housekeeping staff. He traveled frequently, making sure everything ran smoothly with all of the hotel properties. He often accompanied Malcolm and Ari when they travelled, rarely entrusting them to the care of any other member of the security team.
“If you would see that he has some clean clothes, you can put them on my personal account. I mainly wanted to alert you in the event someone said something about his being here. Please make sure the security team understands that I do not want him harassed in any way. I want Ryan’s stay to be a comfortable one.”
“Understood. How long will he be staying here?”
“I’m not sure,” Sage answered. “I’m hoping we will be able to provide a job for him, as well. But anyway, thanks so much, Franklin. I appreciate all that you do for us.”
“It is my pleasure,” Franklin responded. “I will head to the second level to introduce myself to your guest. I want him to know that he can contact me if he needs anything.”
Sage smiled. “His name is Ryan Manning. Thanks.”
Beneath all the grime, Sage could see glimpses of an extremely handsome man. He had not been on the streets long, she decided. He was muscled and strong. Ryan hadn’t missed too many meals—that much she was pretty sure of, although she really didn’t know much about him.
Sage made it to the conference room minutes before her staff arrived. She wanted to go over the departmental vacation calendar as there had been some recent changes; two of her employees had been promoted to other departments.
“Good afternoon, everyone,” she greeted, closing the door so they would not be disturbed or disturb others. Blaze was in the room next door, meeting with his direct reports.
“We need to review the vacation calendar to ensure that we are going to have coverage,” she began.
Her meeting lasted for about thirty minutes.
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