Jocelyn was in the kitchen and Morgan could only hope she wasn"t privy to their conversation. "Things change."
"Bulls.h.i.t. Tell that to someone else. Things might change but you don"t. You"ve had this obsession with things being ideal in your life for as long as I can remember. So what"s really going on with you, Morgan? What"s the real reason you"re selling your house? Discovered you"re sitting on a gold mine or something?"
"Wished it was that simple," Morgan managed to say finally, studying his gla.s.s of wine for a moment before lifting his gaze to Bas"s curious one. "Colin Powell once said, and I quote, "There are no secrets to success. It is the result of preparation, hard work and learning from failure.""
Bas rolled his eyes. "Will you give it to me straight, Morgan?"
Morgan smiled as he momentarily traced his finger around the rim of his gla.s.s. Bas was a troubleshooter; he looked for problems where there weren"t any. Morgan glanced back up and met his brother"s gaze. "Okay, Bas, you want me to give it to you straight? Then here goes. Lena Spears."
Morgan watched his brother"s expression. For a moment he looked genuinely bewildered. Then slowly, Morgan saw the exact moment he figured things out. For a while there Morgan had gotten worried since Bas wasn"t normally a slow man.
"I hope you know what you"re doing," Bas said sharply, narrowing his eyes at him.
"Trust me, I do. I want her, Bas."
"Tell me something I don"t know, Morgan. That"s been evident now for over a year. It"s also been evident to everyone but you, it seems, that she doesn"t want to be wanted...at least not by you."
"Then it"s up to me to convince her otherwise."
"And you"ll go so far as to sell your house to do it?"
"Whatever it takes. Wish me luck."
Bas shook his head, smiling. "You need more than luck, brother. You need prayer. I get the distinct impression that Lena likes her life just the way it is."
"I got that impression too, and I wanted to know why such a beautiful woman would not want a man in it."
"Did you ask Kylie?"
"Yes."
"And what did she say?"
"At first she was tight-lipped, like she didn"t want to betray Lena"s confidences or something. Then she mumbled something about the men in Lena"s past not being able to get past the fact that she and her mother are a package deal."
Bas frowned. "If that"s true, then those weren"t men, they were a.s.sholes who must have been hatched. Who in their right mind would even think about making a person choose between a lover and a parent?"
"How about someone like Dr. Derek Peterson?"
Bas"s frown deepened. "He"s a good example that what I said is true since everyone knows he"s an a.s.shole."
Morgan chuckled. Derek, who"d always taken ego trips even while in high school, was not a favorite of the Steele Brothers since that night a few years ago when he"d tried pulling his aggressive macho ways on Vanessa. Ignoring their advice she had gone out with him. The date had ended rather quickly when she had to resort to kneeing him in the groin when he proved he didn"t know the meaning of the word no. no. He never forgave Vanessa for using that technique on him, and to this day was still p.i.s.sed at the Steele brothers for having taught her how to use it. He never forgave Vanessa for using that technique on him, and to this day was still p.i.s.sed at the Steele brothers for having taught her how to use it.
"Well, he must not have been the only one for Lena to have developed a complex about it to the point where she thinks the majority of men think that way. I intend to prove otherwise, and certain things can"t be rushed. Using her as my Realtor will buy me some time."
He took a sip of his wine, determined to make Bas understand as he"d done Donovan a few days ago. "I"m serious when I said I want her, Bas. But more importantly," he said, meeting his brother"s gaze, "I intend to have her."
"So, Mom, how was the trip to the zoo?"
"It was nice. Mr. Bannister got sick again and Ms. Lilly wanted Mr. Arnold to share his wheelchair but he wouldn"t."
Lena nodded. She knew Ms. Lilly was an older woman in her early eighties who had begun showing signs of Alzheimer"s last year. On several occasions she had a.s.sumed Odessa Spears was her daughter and would try to make her follow her commands. "What about Ms. Emily? How did she do today?" she asked, and glanced over and watched her mother smile.
"Why, Emily did just fine with this being her first trip and all. But she had company. Her granddaughter and great-granddaughter went with us as chaperones. Did I ever tell you that she had six grands and two great-grands?"
Lena"s stomach tightened since she knew where this conversation was headed. "Yes, Mama, you told me."
"And Emily agrees with me that it"s a shame that I don"t even have a grand. She said she can"t believe a young woman as pretty as you can"t find herself a man."
Lena sighed deeply. There was no way she could tell her mother that men were out there a dime a dozen and she didn"t have to "find" one. The problem was hooking up with one who didn"t have stipulations that weren"t acceptable to her. Lena knew her mother"s heart would be crushed if she ever discovered the real reason men didn"t come calling and those who did usually stopped real quick, as if in a hurry once they discovered her role in her mother"s life.
"Mom, like I told you, my job keeps me busy."
"No job should keep a woman too busy for a man. You"re thirty-one. I was married to your father before my twenty-first birthday and we were so happy together. That man was my life. You came along twenty years later and then the both of you became my life. A woman couldn"t have been happier. A husband and a child have a way of fulfilling a woman"s life."
"I"m sure that"s true, Mom, but-"
"And take a look at Kylie. I love Tiffany dearly with her being your G.o.dchild and all, but a new baby is nice and it didn"t take Kylie long after her marriage to do her duty."
Lena shook her head. Her duty. Her duty. She didn"t want to think about what her mother figured her duty was. She didn"t want to think about what her mother figured her duty was.
"But I don"t want to talk about Kylie. You"re my daughter and I want to talk about you."
Lena sighed. Her mother hadn"t been this talkative in a long time. A part of her was happy about it, but she would be even happier if they discussed another subject. "Mom, we"ve talked before. They don"t make men like they used to," she said, coming to a stop at a traffic light.
She glanced over at her mom and met her gaze when Odessa asked, "Is that what"s bothering you? Are you figuring there isn"t a man out there like your daddy was? Probably not, but it"s the woman who usually makes the marriage and not the man. You just have to let him think that he does. Why, I can recall when your father..."
Lena pulled off when the traffic light changed to green as her mother relived pleasant memories. She was grateful for the change in subjects, because if they had stayed on their same conversation path, there was no way she wouldn"t eventually have lost it. Having lunch with Kylie and seeing how pregnant she looked made her unconsciously rub her stomach wishing more than anything a baby could be there.
She cleared her throat in an attempt to keep her tear ducts from working. For some reason she"d been in a melancholy mood lately, but she knew it would eventually pa.s.s and she would snap out of it.
Considering everything, she really didn"t have much of a choice.
Chapter 3.
Lena glanced around when she entered the restaurant. She had been on her way to the Steele Corporation for a meeting with Morgan when she received a call from her secretary saying Morgan wanted to meet with her here instead of his office.
She sighed, feeling tired from a restless night. Her mother had had another outburst for her father and it had taken a while to get her settled back down. It always pained Lena to watch her mother relive her grief. After taking her mother to the day care this morning she had stopped by to visit with Delphine Moore, her mother"s social worker.
Delphine had explained that the reason her mother kept having her bouts of grief, even after six years, was that she hadn"t yet found anything to fill the void in her life left by her father. G.o.d knows it hadn"t been for lack of trying on Lena"s part. According to both Delphine and Lena"s mother"s family physician, Odessa"s issues, both mentally and physically, stemmed from the same thing. She needed something motivating in her life, something that would give her the will and desire to keep living.
Something like a grandchild.
The conversation she"d had with her mother a few days ago was still firmly embedded in Lena"s mind. She knew her mother was lonely and that was understandable. She also knew her mother probably saw her life slowly drifting away without the love of a grandchild to cherish. A part of Lena wished more than anything she could give her mother a granddaughter or grandson to love during her remaining days on earth, but such a thing wasn"t possible. Kylie had suggested that she try looking into programs where elderly adults could volunteer to act as surrogate grandparents. Since her mother got around fairly well with minimum help on her good days, that was one idea worth checking out. Lena"s heart sank every time she thought of her mother being unhappy.
"May I help you, miss?"
The waiter"s question reined Lena"s thoughts back to the present. "Yes. I"m to meet Morgan Steele here."
The waiter smiled. "Yes, please follow me. Mr. Steele is waiting."
As she followed the waiter it wasn"t long before she was staring into the contours of Morgan"s handsome face when he stood for her approach. As usual he was dressed in a tailored suit and looked the epitome of a successful businessman. By the time she reached his table, her heart was jumping crazily in her chest. Although the eyes staring at her were intense, his facial expression was solid, unreadable. But that was all right, she tried a.s.suring herself. If he were to look at her any other way, with even a hint of an open invitation right now, her Gemini twin would be tempted to come out, and heaven forbid if that happened. She had dreamed of Morgan last night, and those dreams were still vivid in her mind. Her body had been flooded with adrenaline of the most sensual kind. In her fantasy he was an expert lover, and she would bet that in reality he would be the same.
By the time she reached his table, her heart was just about ready to explode in her chest. She cleared her throat. "Morgan," she said, automatically reaching her hand out to him.
He took it and for a moment she thought he held it a second longer than necessary. "Lena. Sorry about the change in plans but I"m glad you could meet me here. I appreciate your flexibility."
"No problem," she said, taking her seat with fluid ease. The place Morgan had chosen for lunch was elegant and the furnishings spoke the part. The chairs were soft leather with high-contoured backs for both comfort and style. There was a lit candle in the middle of the table, and it came to her attention for the first time that they were sitting in the back, almost in an alcove that provided a semblance of seclusion and a bit of intimacy-not at all in keeping which what should be a business meeting.
As if he read her thoughts he said, "I had a business meeting here earlier and decided that instead of going back to the office or changing location we could meet here. I hope you don"t mind."
She shook her head. "No, I don"t mind. It"s a nice place."
"Yes, it is."
Morgan knew he couldn"t tell her that this was the place he had intended to bring her for their first lunch date, which she never agreed to. And he"d had to do some underhanded maneuverings for her to be with him now. "So, I understand you have information for me," he said.
"Yes. I might have an interested party for your home as well as a place you want to look at. It"s located not far in-"
"Well, aren"t we a cozy twosome."
A sudden wave of irritation touched Morgan when he glanced up into the face of Ca.s.sandra Tisdale, a staunch member of Charlotte"s elite social group. She was one of the most self-absorbed women he knew, and to top it off, she was Bas"s former fiancee.
The only good thought about that was the word former. former. Bas had broken off the engagement the night of Chance and Kylie"s wedding and hadn"t given the family a reason why. But it hadn"t been that hard to figure things out. Ca.s.sandra and Bas were as different as day and night, and a marriage would have made them the odd couple, whereas Bas and Jocelyn were a perfect match. Bas had broken off the engagement the night of Chance and Kylie"s wedding and hadn"t given the family a reason why. But it hadn"t been that hard to figure things out. Ca.s.sandra and Bas were as different as day and night, and a marriage would have made them the odd couple, whereas Bas and Jocelyn were a perfect match.
He slowly came to his feet. "Ca.s.sandra, I didn"t know you were back." Rumor had it that she left town for an extended trip to her parents" vacation home in the Bahamas a couple of weeks before Bas"s wedding because she didn"t want to be anywhere near Charlotte when the event took place.
"Oh yes, I returned this week. I had a wonderful time."
Doing nothing, he surmised. Ca.s.sandra saw her role in life as to not earn a living but to give parties, entertain and remain a social b.u.t.terfly. She was wealthy and intended to marry wealthy. Rumor further had it that since her breakup with Bas she had set her sights on Donovan"s best friend, Bronson. Luckily Bronson was smart enough to not give Ca.s.sandra the time of day. he surmised. Ca.s.sandra saw her role in life as to not earn a living but to give parties, entertain and remain a social b.u.t.terfly. She was wealthy and intended to marry wealthy. Rumor further had it that since her breakup with Bas she had set her sights on Donovan"s best friend, Bronson. Luckily Bronson was smart enough to not give Ca.s.sandra the time of day.
Everyone also knew she had only latched on to Bas in the first place after Dane Bradford had gotten back with his wife, Sienna. Ca.s.sandra had been Dane"s girlfriend in high school, but the two had broken up when they"d gone to separate colleges. When they returned to Charlotte she had figured Dane would come rushing back to her. Instead he met and married Vanessa"s best friend, Sienna Davis.
Almost two years ago Dane and Sienna began having bad times in their marriage and filed for a divorce. Both Ca.s.sandra"s family as well as Dane"s had hoped with Sienna out of the picture Ca.s.sandra could become part of Dane"s life again. That didn"t happen because Dane and Sienna eventually got back together. Not long after that Ca.s.sandra had set her sights on Bas. Eventually, she and Bas had become engaged, but Bas had called off the wedding before a date could be set.
"Glad to hear you had a wonderful time." He glanced over at Lena. "I"m sure you know Lena."
Ca.s.sandra"s smile didn"t quite reach her eyes. "Yes, I know, Lena," she said, giving Lena only a cursory glance. "I"m really surprised to see the two of you here together in such a cozy setting. I"m disappointed in you, Morgan. I know you can do better."
He heard Lena"s sharp intake of breath at the direct insult, and anger, to a degree he didn"t think possible, took over him. "Just like I knew Bas could do better, and I was right. I hope you get the chance to meet Jocelyn. She"s just what Bas needs, and the Steeles are proud to have her as a member of the family."
When she picked up the water gla.s.s, no doubt to throw the contents in his face, he said, "Be careful, Ca.s.sandra. Your spiteful claws are showing, and I thought you were too socially cultivated for that." He took his seat, not giving her the courtesy of remaining standing in her presence. "Now if you will excuse me I would like to get back to my lunch guest."
He heard her place the gla.s.s back on the table and when he was sure she had walked away, he glanced over at Lena. "I apologize for that."
Lena waved off his apology. "Don"t. I"ve known a long time that I"m not Ca.s.sandra"s favorite person, ever since I became friends with Sienna. I recommend her to decorate a lot of the houses I sell. So Ca.s.sandra"s insults don"t bother me. She a.s.sumed we"re here together for something else other than business and she was wrong...as usual."
She leaned closer over the table. "Now, what I was saying before we were interrupted, Morgan, is that I think I"ve found an interested buyer for your home as well as a place you might like to purchase. I didn"t put a contract on your place because of what you told me about Donovan, but I can tell you they are willing to make you a good offer for it."
He nodded, inwardly not caring what kind of offer they made. "Who are they?"
"The Edwardses. He"s an executive for Brook-shire Industries and his job is transferring him here. Matthew and his wife, Joan, are in their thirties and they have three kids. Meghan is ten, Matt Junior is eight. Then there"s Sarah. She"s five and is handicapped and confined to a wheelchair, but somehow she can swim with a.s.sistance. I think she"s the one who liked your pool the best. When she saw it she-"
"You showed them the house already?" he asked in surprise.
Lena raised a brow, wondering what kind of question that was. "Of course I showed them the house. You did give me permission to show your home while you weren"t there, didn"t you?"
He sighed deeply. "Of course." And being the top-notch Realtor that she was, she wasn"t wasting any time doing what she thought he wanted her to do. "What about this place you want me to see?"
She smiled. "I think you"re going to like it. In fact I think you"re going to like it even better than what you have now, it"s just that beautiful."
He lifted a brow. She had piqued his interest if she thought such a thing. "Just where is this place?"
He could see the excitement in her eyes when she said, "It"s just minutes from the airport, which will help with your travels, and in some areas it backs up against Lake Wylie, if you"re interested in waterfront property."
He nodded. He hadn"t been before, but he could be if she was. "So, when can I take a look at it?"
"Whenever you"re free."
"Okay, how about today, after lunch?"
Lena blinked. She hadn"t expected that. "Lunch?"
"Yes. Since you"re here you might as well join me for lunch, unless you"ve eaten already or have made other plans."
"No, but didn"t you eat lunch during your earlier business meeting here?" she inquired curiously.
He lifted impeccably clad shoulders with a negative shake of his head. "No. Anthony and I shared drinks, not a meal. I haven"t eaten since breakfast and I need something. If you"d rather we not go check out this place today we can do it at another time. Just call my secretary and see when she"ll be able to work you into my calendar again later this week."
Lena didn"t like the sound of that. She knew how busy Morgan was and decided she needed to show him the place as soon as she could. "No, it"s okay. If today is better for you, then it"s fine with me. No, I haven"t eaten anything and don"t have plans. I can stay and join you for lunch."
He smiled. "Good." He glanced around and called a waiter over to their table.
"Yes, Mr. Steele?"
"Ms. Spears will be joining me for lunch, Ricardo. May we have two menus?"
"Certainly, sir."