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The Missing Heir
Barbara Dunlop


“Sometimes,” he said softly. “Families just happen.”
Cole’s hand was warm, strong. He didn’t immediately let her go, and a strange feeling surged up her arm, pushing into her chest.
Time seemed to stop. She stood still and drank in his appearance. He was such a gorgeous, sexy man. His smoke-gray eyes were dark with emotion. She noticed once again that his shoulders were broad, arms toned, chest defined. He seemed to radiate a power that was more than just physical.
She fought another urge to go to him. It couldn’t happen…not this time.
* * *
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The Missing Heir
Barbara Dunlop

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BARBARA DUNLOP writes romantic stories while curled up in a log cabin in Canada’s far north, where bears outnumber people and it snows six months of the year. Fortunately she has a brawny husband and two teenage children to haul firewood and clear the driveway while she sips cocoa and muses about her upcoming chapters. Barbara loves to hear from readers. You can contact her through her website, www.barbaradunlop.com (http://www.barbaradunlop.com).
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Contents
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Cole Henderson propped himself against a workbench in Aviation 58’s hangar at the Juneau, Alaska, airport and gazed at the front page of the Daily Bureau. He realized news of the Atlanta plane crash deaths should make him feel something. After all, Samuel Henderson had been his biological father. But he had no idea what he was supposed to feel.
A nearby door in the big building opened, letting in a swirl of frigid air and blowing snow. At ten o’clock in the morning, it was still dark outside this far north.
His business partner, Luca Dodd, strode in, crossing the concrete floor alongside the sixty-passenger Komodor airplane that was down for maintenance.
“You looking at it?” Luca asked.
“I’m looking at it,” said Cole.
Luca tugged off his leather gloves and removed his wool hat. “What do you think?”
“I don’t think anything.” Cole folded the paper and tossed it on the bench behind him. “What’s to think? The guy’s dead.”
A drill buzzed on the far side of the hangar, and the air compressor started up, clattering in the background as two maintenance engineers worked on the engine of the Komodor.
“He was your father,” Luca pointed out.
“I never met him. And he never even knew I existed.”
“Still...”
Cole shrugged. His mother Lauren’s marriage to billionaire Samuel Henderson, whose family owned Atlanta-based Coast Eagle Airlines, had been short-lived and heartbreaking for her. She’d never hidden Cole’s heritage from him, but she’d certainly warned him about the Henderson family.
“Eight dead,” said Luca, spinning the paper so the headline was right side up.
“Sounds like it all went to hell in the final seconds.” As a pilot, Cole empathized with in-air emergencies. He knew the pilots would have been fighting to safely land the airplane until the very end.
“Early speculation is a combination of icing and wind shear. That’s freakishly rare for Atlanta.”
“We all know how bad that can go.”
“An Alaskan pilot might have helped,” said Luca.
Cole didn’t argue that point. Pilots in Alaska had more experience than most in icy conditions.
He glanced over his shoulder at the headline once again. On a human level, he felt enormous sympathy for those who’d lost their lives, and his heart went out to their friends and family who had to go on without them. But for him personally, Samuel Henderson was nothing but a stranger who’d devastated his mother’s life thirty-two years ago.
By contrast, when his mother, Lauren, had passed away from cancer last year, Cole had mourned her deeply. He still missed her.
“They put up a picture of the baby on the website,” said Luca.
The article had mentioned that Samuel and his beautiful young wife, Coco, had a nine-month-old son, who, luckily, hadn’t accompanied them on the trip. But Samuel’s aging mother and several company executives had been on board when the family jet had crashed into the Atlanta runway.
“Cute kid,” Luca added.
Cole didn’t answer. He hadn’t seen the picture, and he had no plans to look at it. He wasn’t about to engage in the Henderson tragedy on any level.
Luca leaned forward, putting his face closer to Cole’s. “You do get it, right?”
“What’s to get?” Cole took a sideways step and started walking toward a hallway that led to the airline’s offices. November might be Aviation 58’s quietest month, but there was still plenty of work to do.
Luca walked beside him. “The kid, Zachary, is the sole survivor of that entire family.”
“I’m sure he’ll be well cared for.” For the first time, Cole felt an emotional reaction. He wasn’t proud, but it was resentment.
Immediately after their secret marriage in Vegas, Samuel had succumbed to his parents’ pressure to divorce Lauren. As a young woman, she’d walked away, newly pregnant. With only a few thousand dollars to her name, she’d boarded a plane for Alaska, terrified that the powerful family would find out about her baby and take him away from her.
Hidden in Alaska, she’d scraped and saved when Cole was young. Then he’d worked night and day to put himself through flight school and to build his own airline. Zachary, by contrast, would have an army of nannies and protectors to ensure he had everything a little boy could need—from chauffeurs to private schools and ski vacations in Switzerland.
“He’s all alone in the world.” Luca interrupted Cole’s thoughts.
“Hardly,” Cole scoffed.
“You’re his only living relative.”
“I’m not his relative.”
“You’re his half brother.”
“That’s just an accident of genetics.” There was nothing at all tying Cole to Zachary. Their lives were worlds apart.
“He’s only nine months old.”
Cole kept on walking across the cavernous hangar.
“If the Hendersons are as bad as Lauren said they were...” Luca’s voice trailed off again, leaving the bangs and shouts of the maintenance crew to fill in the silence.
Cole picked up his pace. “Those Hendersons are all dead.”
“Except for you and Zachary.”
“I’m not a Henderson.”
“You looked at your driver’s license lately?”
Cole tugged the heavy hallway door open. “You know what I mean.”
“I know exactly what you mean. The jackals in Atlanta might very well be circling an innocent baby, but you’d rather walk away from all this.”
“I don’t have to walk away from this. I was never involved in it to begin with.”
Cole’s operations manager, Carol Runions, poked her head out of her office. “One seventy-two has gone mechanical.”
Cole glanced at his watch. Flight 172, a ninety-passenger commuter jet, was due to take off for Seattle in twenty minutes. “Is maintenance on board?” he asked Carol.
“They’re on their way out there now. You want me to prep Five Bravo Sierra?”
“What’s the problem?” Luca asked her.
“Indicator light for cabin pressure.”
“Probably a faulty switch,” said Cole. “But let’s warm up Five Bravo Sierra.”
“You got it,” said Carol, heading back into her office.
“If we take the Citation, we can be there in four hours,” said Luca.
Cole stared at his partner in confusion. “There are ninety passengers on 172.” The Citation seated nine.
“I meant you and me.”
“Why would we go to Seattle?” And why did Luca think it would take them four hours to get there?
“Atlanta,” said Luca.
Cole’s jaw went lax.
“You gotta do it,” said Luca.
No, he didn’t. And Cole was done with talking about the Henderson family. Without answering, he turned to walk away, shaking his head as he went.
“You gotta do it,” Luca called after him. “You know as well as I do, the jackals are already circling.”
“Not my problem,” Cole called back.
The Atlanta Hendersons had gotten along perfectly well without him up to now. He had no doubt their i’s were dotted and t’s crossed for every possible life or death contingency. They didn’t need him, and he didn’t want them.
* * *
Amber Welsley folded her hands on the top of the massive inlaid-maple table in the formal dining room of the Henderson family mansion. She was one of a dozen people riveted on Max Cutter at the table’s head. Max’s suit was well cut, his gray hair neatly trimmed and his weathered expression was completely inscrutable as he drew a stack of papers from his leather briefcase.
From the finely upholstered chair next to hers, Amber’s friend Destiny Frost leaned in close. “Six lawyers in the same room. This is not going to end well.”
“Seven lawyers,” Amber whispered back.
Destiny’s glance darted around. “Who’d I miss?”
“You. You’re a lawyer.”
“Yeah, but I’m the good guy.”
Amber couldn’t help flexing a tiny smile. She appreciated the small break in the tension.
Max was about to read Samuel Henderson’s last will and testament. The others gathered in the room had an enormous amount at stake—about a billion dollars and control of Coast Eagle Airlines. But the only thing that mattered to Amber was Zachary. She hoped whatever arrangements Samuel and her stepsister, Coco, had made for the baby’s guardianship would allow Amber to stay a part of his life.
Amber was ten years older than Coco, and the two had never been close. But Amber had been instrumental in her stepsister meeting Samuel at a Coast Eagle corporate function two years ago, and Coco’s pregnancy had brought them closer together for a short time. Since then, Amber had felt a special kinship with Zachary.
Across the wide table from her, vice president of operations Roth Calvin shifted in his seat. Since the day the company’s president, Dryden Dunsmore, had been killed in the plane crash, the three vice presidents had been running the show. Now Samuel’s will would reveal who would get control of Coast Eagle.
Whoever it was would control Roth Calvin’s future. Much further down the corporate ladder, as assistant director of finance, Amber didn’t much care who took over the helm of the company. Her day-to-day job as an accountant wasn’t about to change.
“My personal apologies for the delay in scheduling this reading,” Max opened, his gaze going around the room. “But there were several complexities to this case due to the number of deaths involved.”
Amber’s throat thickened. She quickly swallowed to combat the sensation. Poor Coco had only been twenty-one.
“I’ll start with Jackie Henderson’s will,” said Max. “I’ll follow that with her son, Samuel’s, which was written jointly with his wife, Coco. In addition, there is a small codicil, executed by Coco alone. I would caution you all to draw no conclusions until I’ve finished reading all three.”
Max straightened the papers. “Aside from some small bequests to friends and long-time staff members, and a generous donation of ten million dollars to the Atlanta arts community, Jackie Henderson has left her estate to her son, Samuel, including her twenty-five percent ownership of Coast Eagle Airlines.”
Nobody in the room reacted to Max’s statements, and they gave only a cursory glance to the list of bequests handed around. That Samuel was Mrs. Henderson’s heir was completely expected. And though Mrs. Henderson had been an exacting and irritable old woman, she had long been a patron of the arts.
“As to the last will and testament of Samuel Henderson...” said Max.
Everyone stilled in their seats.
Max looked down at a page in front of him. “Mr. Henderson has also left a list of small, specific bequests, and has made several charitable donations, also ten million dollars to the Atlanta arts community, along with an additional ten million dollar scholarship to the Georgia Pilots Association.”
Max took a sip of water. “As to the bulk of Mr. Henderson’s estate, I’ll read directly from the document. ‘My entire estate is left in trust, in equal shares, to my legitimate children. So long as my wife, Coco Henderson, remains guardian of my children, and until they reach the age of majority, business decisions pertaining to the children’s interest in Coast Eagle Airlines will be made by Dryden Dunsmore.’”
There was a collective intake of breath in the room, followed by murmured sidebar conversations.
“Well, there’s a complexity,” Destiny whispered to Amber.
It was obvious Samuel had not contemplated Dryden Dunsmore dying along with him.
Max cleared his throat, and everyone fell silent.
“‘Should my wife predecease me,’” he continued, “‘guardianship of my minor children will go to Roth Calvin.’”
The room went completely silent, and a dozen gazes swung to Roth. He held his composure for a full ten seconds, but then an uncontrollable smile curved his thin lips, gratification glowing in the depths of his pale blue eyes.
A buzz of conversation came up in the room.
Roth turned to the lawyer on his right. His tone was low, but Amber heard every word. “With Dryden out of the picture, do I have control over the shares?”
The lawyer nodded.
Roth’s smile grew wider and more calculating.
“The codicil,” Max interrupted the various discussions.
People quieted down again, and Roth’s expression settled into self-satisfaction.
“To give some context to this...” said Max. “And I do apologize for being so direct on such an emotional matter. Samuel Henderson was pronounced dead at the accident scene, while Coco Henderson was pronounced dead during the ambulance ride to the hospital.”
Amber’s stomach tightened. She’d been assured Coco had not regained consciousness after the crash, but she couldn’t help but be reminded of the fear and horror her stepsister must have experienced in those final seconds while the plane attempted to land in the storm.
“As such, Samuel is deemed to have predeceased his wife.” Max held a single sheet of paper. “Given that fact, Coco Henderson’s codicil is legal and valid. It modifies the joint will in only one way.” He read, “‘I leave guardianship of my child or children to my stepsister, Amber Welsley.’”
Amber could feel shock permeate the room. Jaws literally dropped open and gazes swung to her. Roth’s glare sent a wave of animosity that nearly pushed her backward.
Beneath the table, Destiny grasped her hand.
“What about business decisions?” Roth barked. “That woman is in no position to run the company. She’s an assistant.”
“Assistant director,” Destiny corrected.
Amber was in a management position, not a clerical one.
Roth sneered at them both. “Samuel clearly wanted someone qualified in charge of business decisions on behalf of his son.”
“It’s a valid question,” said Max. “For the moment, Amber Welsley has guardianship over Zachary, including all rights and responsibilities to manage and safeguard his ownership position in Coast Eagle.”
“But—” Roth began.
Max held up a hand to forestall him. “For any changes to that, you’ll need a decision from a judge.”
“You can bet we’re going to a judge,” spat Roth.
Amber whispered to Destiny, “What does this all mean?”
“It means we’re going to court to duke it out with Roth. And it means he just became your mortal enemy. But right now, it also means you get Zachary.”
Amber’s chest swelled tight. Zachary would stay with her. For now, nothing else mattered.
* * *
Walking through the entrance of the Atlanta hotel ballroom, Cole gazed at the crowds of people attending the Georgia Pilots Association annual fund-raiser. Tonight was the formal recognition of the new Samuel Henderson Memorial Scholarship, so he knew the who’s who of Coast Eagle Airlines would be in the room.
Luca was beside him, dressed in a formal suit. “You’ll be glad you came.”
“I’ll mostly be glad if it shuts you up.”
Cole had told himself a thousand times that the Hendersons of Atlanta were none of his business, and he still believed it. But Luca had kept after him for three long weeks. Finally, Cole had given in and checked out a picture of Zachary on a news site.
The baby was cuter than he’d expected, and his face had seemed strangely familiar. But Cole chalked it up to the power of suggestion. When you started looking for a family resemblance, everything took on new meaning. Sometimes gray eyes were simply gray eyes.
But once he’d scratched the surface, he’d ended up reading the rest of the article, learning there was a court challenge for guardianship. He didn’t necessarily agree with Luca that everyone involved was a jackal out to get the kid’s money. But he did find himself analyzing the players.
In the end, his curiosity won out, and he agreed to make the trip to Atlanta. He had no intention of marching up to the front door and introducing himself as a long-lost relative. He was staying under the radar, checking things out and returning to Alaska just as soon as he confirmed Zachary was safe.
“Right there,” said Luca. “In the black dress, lace sleeves, brown hair, kind of swooped up. She’s at the table below the podium. She’s moving right now.”
As Cole zeroed in on Amber Welsley, she turned, presenting him with a surprisingly pretty profile.
Her diamond jewelry flashed beneath the bright lights, accenting her feminine face. Her dress was classic, a scooped neckline, three-quarter-length lace sleeves that blended to a form-fitting bodice and a narrow skirt that emphasized her trim figure.
From this distance, she surprised him. She wasn’t at all what he’d expected. She was younger, softer, insidiously captivating. While he stared at her, the wholly inappropriate thought that she was kissable welled up in his mind.
“You want to go over and say hi?” asked Luca.
The true answer was no. Cole wanted to get on an airplane and fly back to Alaska.
He might as well get this over with. Checking out Amber and all the other characters in this family drama was his purpose in being here. There wasn’t any point waiting.
“Let’s do it,” he said.
“Roth Calvin’s at the next table,” said Luca as they walked. “He’s facing us, talking to the guy with red hair, in the steel-gray jacket.”
“I think you missed your calling as a spy.”
Luca grinned. “I’m calling dibs on the one named Destiny.”
“Who’s Destiny?”
“She was in a couple of the photos with Amber Welsley. She’s hot. And with a name like that, I’m definitely giving her a shot.”
Cole shook his head. “She’s all yours, buddy. I just want to make sure the kid’s okay.” Then any duty he might have as a blood relative would be done.
“By kid, you mean your baby brother?”
“Yeah, that’s not a phrase we’ll be using.”
“Boggles the mind, doesn’t it?”
“You’re going to have to be boggled all by yourself. I won’t be here long enough.”
“You want a wingman for the intro?”
“Sure. But don’t use the name Henderson.”
“Undercover. I like it.”
“I’ll use Cole Parker. My middle name.”
“Right behind you, Cole Parker.”
The closer they drew to the Coast Eagle tables, the more beautiful Amber became. Her hair wasn’t brown, but a rich chestnut with highlights that shimmered under the bright stage lights. It was half up, half down in a tousled bundle with wisps flowing over her temples and down her back. The scalloped neckline of her dress showed off an expanse of creamy skin, while the lace across her shoulders played peekaboo with his imagination.
Her eyes were deep blue, fringed with dark lashes. Her full lips were dark red, her cheeks enticingly flushed. He had a sudden vision of her clambering naked into his bed.
She turned as he approached, caught his stare and gave him an obviously practiced smile. He realized hundreds if not thousands of people must have introduced themselves and offered their condolences in the past weeks.
“Amber Welsley?” he asked her, offering his hand.
“I am.”
“I’m Cole Parker from Aviation 58. My condolences on your loss.”
“Thank you, Mr. Parker.” She shook his hand.
The soft warmth of her palm seemed to whisper through his skin. He felt a ripple of awareness move up his arm and along the length of his body. Her expression flinched, and for a second he thought she’d felt it, too. But then her formal smile was back in place, and she was moving on.
Cole quickly spoke again to keep her attention. “This is my business partner, Luca Dodd.”
“Please call me Luca.”
“And I’m Cole,” Cole put in, feeling like an idiot for not having said it right away.
“Aviation 58 was looking to contribute to the Samuel Henderson fund,” said Luca.
Cole’s stomach twisted, and he shot Luca a glare of annoyance.
Where had that come from? There was no way on earth Cole was contributing to something with Samuel’s name on it.
“It’s a very worthy cause,” said Amber. But then she caught Cole’s expression. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” he quickly answered.
“You look upset.”
“I’m fine.”
She canted her head to one side, considering him. “You don’t agree that the pilot scholarship is a worthy cause?”
“I believe what Luca meant is that we’re thinking of setting something up in parallel. With Georgia Pilots, but not necessarily...” How exactly was he going to phrase this?
“Not necessarily in honor of Samuel Henderson?” Amber finished for him.
Cole didn’t know how to respond to the direct challenge. He didn’t want to lie, but he didn’t want to insult her, either.
“You have a spare ten million hanging around to match Coast Eagle?” she asked.
“Ten million is a little out of our league,” Cole admitted.
Her blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Did you know Samuel?”
“I never met him.”
The suspicious expression didn’t detract at all from her beauty, and Cole experienced an urge to sweep back her hair and kiss the delicate curve of her neck.
“So you disliked him from afar?” she asked.
“I didn’t...” This was getting worse by the second. Cole gave himself a mental shake. “I knew people who knew him.”
“Amber?” prompted a man at her elbow.
Cole clenched his jaw at the interruption.
“Five minutes to introductions,” said the man.
“Thanks, Julius.” She glanced at Luca for a moment before settling her attention back on Cole. “It looks like I need to take my seat. It was a pleasure to meet you, Cole Parker.”
“Are you always this polite?”
“Do you want me to be rude?”
Cole was the one who’d been rude. “This conversation didn’t go the way I expected.”
“Maybe you could try again some other time.”
“What are you doing later?” He hadn’t intended the question to sound intimate, but it did.
She didn’t miss a beat. “I believe I’m eating crab cocktail and chicken Kiev, giving a short, heartfelt speech on behalf of the Henderson family, then relieving the nanny and going to sleep.”
“Zachary?” Cole took advantage of the opening.
“He’ll be having his bath about now. He likes splashing with the blue duck and chewing on the washcloth.”
“Are you staying for the dance?”
“I doubt it.”
“Will you stay for the dance?”
She hesitated. “You think you’ll do better if we’re dancing?”
“I’ll try not to insult the evening’s deceased honoree.”
“You set a high bar.”
“Underpromise and overdeliver.”
The man named Julius returned, touching Amber’s arm. “Amber?”
“Goodbye for now,” she told Cole with a smile.
Though her expression was more polite than warm, he decided to take the words as encouraging.
“What the hell was that?” Luca muttered as she walked away.
“Contributing to his scholarship?” asked Cole. “Where did you expect me to go from there?”
“You choked.”
“We are not contributing to his scholarship.”
“You made that much clear.”
They turned to wind their way between tables.
“She’s not what I expected,” said Cole as they returned to the back half of the big ballroom.
“She has two arms, two legs, speaks English. What did you expect?”
“I don’t know.” Cole struggled to organize his thoughts. “Snobbish, maybe, polished and conniving.”
“She looked pretty polished to me.”
“She’s beautiful, but that’s not the same thing.”
“She’s a knockout. Do you actually think she’ll dance with you?”
“Why not?”
“Because you choked, and I’m sure she has other offers.”
“I’m staying optimistic.”
As the lights went dim and the applause came up, Cole made up his mind to approach her as soon as the dinner was over. This was by far his best chance to mingle with the Hendersons and Coast Eagle without revealing his identity, and he wanted to get it done and over with.
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Amber couldn’t wait to get out of the ballroom. Her first choice on a Saturday night was to stay home with Zachary, tucked in her jammies with a cup of hot chocolate and an old movie. But she was the closest thing there was to a member of the Henderson family, and somebody had to graciously accept the pilots association’s thanks.
Unlike her sister, Coco, Amber never attended highbrow events. Consequently, everything she wore tonight was new. Her feet were killing her in the ridiculous high heels. Her push-up bra was digging into her ribs, the lace scratching her skin. And the tight dress, chosen by Destiny, who insisted it was perfect, was restricting her movements so that she couldn’t even cross her legs under the table.
The MC ended a string of thank-yous with a request for applause to compliment the catering staff. As the clapping died down, the music came up, signaling the start of the dance.
Amber breathed a sigh of relief. All that was left was to politely make her way toward the exit, find a cab and get home. She stood, tucking her tiny purse under her arm.
A fiftysomething woman she vaguely recognized grasped her hand to shake it. “Lovely speech, Ms. Welsley. Lovely speech.”
“Thank you.”
The woman’s expression turned serious. “Even in such tragic circumstances, the Henderson family is having a positive impact on the community.”
“Samuel was a very generous man,” Amber responded by rote, though she had her own private thoughts on Samuel’s character, most particularly his decision to marry her beautiful, impetuous, nineteen-year-old stepsister.
Amber had initially kept her distance from the couple, regretting many times the decision to bring Coco to the company party where the two had met. But then Coco had become pregnant, and Amber had been drawn back into the drama of Coco’s life.
“Excuse me, Ms. Welsley,” came a male voice.
The woman seemed reluctant to step back to give way.
“Good evening.” Amber smiled at the new man, taking his offered hand, mentally calculating how long it would take her to run the gauntlet to the exit. It would be an hour or more at this pace. She truly didn’t think she could stand that long in these shoes. For a nonsensical moment, she pictured herself toppling over onto the ballroom floor.
“I’m Kevin Mathews from Highbush Unlimited. I wonder if I might give you my card.”
Amber kept her smile in place. “Certainly, Mr. Mathews.”
He dug into his inside pocket for a business card. “We’re a charitable organization, focused on environmental rehabilitation, primarily in the northwest. I know a lot about Mr. Henderson and Coast Eagle, and I can’t help imagining that he would have been a supporter of the environmental rehabilitation.”
Amber doubted that Samuel had given much thought to the environment, since he flew around in a private jet, air-conditioned the heck out of his mansion and owned several gas-guzzling luxury cars.
But she took the card the man offered. “I’d be happy to pass this along to Coast Eagle’s Community Outreach Unit.”
His expression faltered. “If you have some time now, I could outline for you our—”
“There you are,” came a deeper male voice. “I believe it’s time for our dance.”
Cole Parker appeared by her side, his arm held out, a broad smile on his face.
Amber couldn’t tell if he was rescuing her or about to pitch something himself. But she quickly estimated that the dance floor was more than halfway to the exit. That was progress. She returned his smile and took his arm.
“Please excuse me,” she said to Kevin.
Kevin’s expression faltered, but he had little choice but to let her go.
Cole guided her through the crowd, keeping their pace brisk enough to discourage the people who looked as though they might approach. It was hard on her feet, particularly her baby toes, but there was no option but to keep walking. Gradually, the crowd thinned near the dance floor.
“Am I out of the frying pan and into the fire?” she asked him.
“I’m not hitting you up for a donation, if that’s what you mean.”
“Good to hear.” She wasn’t sure what he wanted, but he was persistent enough that he had to be after something.
“I brought you a gift,” he told her.
“Bribery? That’s a bit blatant, don’t you think?”
“I believe in getting straight to the point.” He lifted his palm.
She glanced down, squinting. “You bought me a pair of...socks?”
“Dancing slippers. I got them from a vending machine in the lobby.” He glanced down at her black-and-gold four-inch heels. “Unless I miss my guess, those are two-hour shoes.”
She grimaced. “Is that what they call them?” It was an apt name.
She knew she should be suspicious of his motives, but she couldn’t help but feel grateful.
“Over here.” He pointed to a couple of empty chairs at the edge of the dance floor. “Have a seat.”
She eased down, deciding to accept the gift and remove the torture chambers from her feet. How much could she possibly be indebted to him for a pair of vending-machine dancing slippers?
She unbuckled the straps and slipped her feet free.
“I went with medium.” He handed her the black-satin, ballet-style slippers.
Slipping them onto her feet, she nearly groaned out loud. “They’re so soft.”
He bent to pick up her shiny heels, dangling them from his fingertips for a moment before setting them down. “These are ridiculous.”
She rose with him. “This is an important event for Coast Eagle. And Destiny says they make my calves look longer.”
“Your calves are already the perfect length.” He set the shoes on the chair.
“You’re not even looking at them.”
“I can tell by your height.” He offered his arm again. “Shall we?”
“I suppose it’s the least I can do, since you saved my feet. But you have to make me a promise.”
“Sure.”
She took his arm. “After the dance, walk me to the exit.” She glanced discreetly around. “For some reason, nobody’s bothering me when I’m with you.”
“Were they bothering you before?”
“All evening long.” She’d never experienced anything like it. “Donations, jobs and pictures. Why on earth would anybody want their picture taken with me?”
“Because you’re beautiful?” He drew her into his arms.
“Ha, ha.” Coco had been beautiful. Amber was, well, sensible. She was very sensible.
Not that sensible was a bad thing. And she truly didn’t mind her looks. Her eyes were a pleasant shade of blue. Her nose wasn’t too big. Her hair was slightly curly and had its good days and bad days. Today it had been tamed by a team of professionals, so it looked pretty good. She had to say, though, she wasn’t crazy about the sticky feeling from all the products they’d used at Chez Philippe.
“I wasn’t joking,” said Cole.
“We both know you’ve got a lot of ground to make up for from earlier,” she said, settling into the rhythm of the music.
“True,” he agreed.
“So anything you say or do is suspect.”
“You’re pretty tough to compliment, you know that?”
“There’s no need. I’m over the fact that you didn’t like Samuel.”
He paused as if weighing his next words. “You’re a very good dancer.”
She couldn’t tell if he was mocking her or not. She’d certainly never spent much time perfecting dance steps. Was he trying to kowtow, or was he simply making small talk? Or maybe he was just getting off the topic of Samuel.
“So are you,” she answered neutrally. “I can’t remember where you said you were from.”
“Alaska. Are you changing the subject?”
“From me to you? Yes. You’re about out of things to compliment. Unless you like my hair.”
“I like your hair.”
“Good. It cost a lot of money to get it this way. Now back to you.”
“Aviation 58 is in Juneau. The state capital. It’s on the panhandle.”
“You’re a pilot?”
“I am. I’m also one of the owners of the airline.”
“I’ve never heard of it.”
Coast Eagle flew to Seattle and California, but they didn’t venture into the north. “We’re regional.”
She tipped her head back to look at him. “And what brought you to Atlanta, Cole Parker?”
He gave a small shrug. “It’s December. Have you seen a weather report for Alaska?”
“Not recently. Maybe never.”
“It’s cold up there.”
“So you’re on vacation?”
“For a few days, yes.”
For the first time, she allowed herself to take a good look at his face. She realized he was an astonishingly handsome man, deep gray eyes, a straight nose, square chin, all topped with thick, dark hair, cut short and neat. She couldn’t detect aftershave or shampoo, but there was something fresh and clean about his scent.
He was probably six-two. His shoulders were square, body fit and trim. And his big, square hands seemed strong and capable where they held her. In a flash, she realized she was attracted to him.
“Amber?” His deep voice startled her. That sound was another thing she liked about him.
“Yes?”
“I asked if there was anything in particular we should see.”
Had he? How had she missed that?
She quickly corralled her thoughts. “The botanical gardens are beautiful. Or you can do outdoor ice-skating. My favorite is Atlantic Station. A little shopping, a little Christmas-light gazing, some hot chocolate.” She couldn’t help thinking about Zachary and the Christmas events he might enjoy as he got older.
She’d easily come to love seeing him every day. He was a bit fussy in the evenings, but the poor little guy had been through a lot. His mother and father were both gone, and he had no way of knowing why it was happening.
She was doing her best to substitute. And she’d wrapped her head around the possibility of raising a baby. Though she couldn’t yet imagine her life with a child, a school-age child, then a teenager, then a young man. When she thought that far ahead, she feared she wasn’t capable of pulling it off. But she knew she had to come through for him. She was all he had.
She felt a sudden urge to rush home and hold him in her arms, reassure him that she’d figure it out.
“Are we close to the exit?” she asked Cole, thinking she could slip out and get herself home.
“I’ll dance you over there,” said Cole. “Tired?”
“Partly. But this isn’t exactly my thing.”
“I thought the über-rich thrived on fresh crab, Belgian torte and champagne.”
“I’m not über-rich.” Though she could understand how he would make that mistake. Lately, everybody seemed to assume that guardianship of Zachary made her an instant billionaire. It was far more complicated than that.
“Right,” he drawled.
She didn’t want to have this debate. “Thank you for the dance, Cole.”
His expression turned serious. “I did it again, didn’t I? Stuffed my foot in my mouth?”
“Not at all. I am tired, and I really appreciate you escorting me across the ballroom. It was going to take hours at the rate I was going.”
“I’ll get you to the front doors,” he offered.
“That’s not necessary.”
“It’s my pleasure.” His hand dropped to the small of her back. “I’ll glower at anyone who tries to talk to us along the way.”
She couldn’t help but smile at that. And, to be truthful, it did seem like a prudent course of action. The lobby and foyer were full of people. Her name and face had been in the news for the past three weeks, so she was easily recognized.
“Then, thank you,” she told him.
“Let’s go.”
He picked up the pace, drawing her across the mezzanine floor lobby and down two sets of elevators. People stared as they passed but didn’t approach them. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if he’d consider a permanent gig as her escort. This was certainly more pleasant than her trek into the event.
“The doorman will get me a cab,” she told Cole as they came to the glass front.
“No need. I have a car right here.”
“Cole—”
“And a driver,” he finished, moving through the front door. “I’m not plotting to get you alone. I’ll get you home safe and sound, nothing else.”
As she stepped onto the sidewalk, she felt its cold hardness through the dancing slippers, and her memory kicked in. “My shoes.” She turned. “I left my shoes upstairs.”
“I’ll go back for them,” he offered. “You don’t need to walk all that way again.”
“Taxi, sir?” the doorman inquired.
“I’ve got a car waiting,” Cole answered, handing the man a tip. “A sedan for Aviation 58.”
“I’ll have it brought around,” the doorman answered.
“I can’t take your car,” said Amber. How had this gotten so complicated?
“Where are you going?” asked Cole.
“Fifth Avenue and Eighty-Ninth.”
“It’ll only take ten minutes to get you there.”
A black car pulled up in front of them and Cole opened the door.
Amber decided to go with the flow. The sooner she got going, the sooner she’d be home with Zachary. She climbed in, and Cole shut the door behind her.
But before they pulled away, he surprised her by hopping in the other side.
“I thought you were going back for my shoes.”
“I’ll do that after we get you home. Fifth Avenue and Eighty-Ninth,” he said to the driver.
“That’s ridiculous.”
She couldn’t understand why he’d make the round trip for nothing. Unless he was worried she’d commandeer his car for a joyride. Though she doubted the driver would let her do that.
As they pulled out of the turnaround and onto the street, she clicked through other possibilities. He’d been intensely persistent, awfully complimentary and easy to get along with, and he’d stuck to her like glue. What could he be after?
And then it came to her. The man owned an airline, a small regional West Coast airline that was likely looking to expand. She instantly realized the vacation story was a cover. Cole was here to do business.
She angled herself in the seat, facing him. “You’re after our Pacific routes.”
“Excuse me?”
“I figured it out. You’re thinking Samuel’s death makes Coast Eagle vulnerable. You’re hoping we’ll be looking to downsize, and you think you can get your hands on the Pacific routes to expand Aviation 58.”
He stared at her for a long moment.
“You’ve been way too friendly,” she elaborated. “You overplayed your hand.”
“Maybe I’m simply attracted to you.”
She gazed down at the fancy dress. She did look better than usual, but Cole was still out of her league. “There were far more beautiful women at the event tonight.”
“I didn’t see them.” The sincerity in his expression was quite impressive.
“Nice try. It’s the routes.”
“You see that as the only possible explanation?”
“I do.”
“Then, I admit it. It’s the routes. Will you sell them to me?”
She leaned back in the seat. “I don’t know why everybody thinks I have so much power. I’m the assistant director of finance. There’s still a board of directors in place, and the vice presidents are in charge of operations until they name a new president.”
“But as Zachary’s guardian, you control board appointments.”
“Theoretically.”
If she kept custody of Zachary, that would be true. But before that could ever happen, she had a big fight with Roth on her hands.
“There’s nothing theoretical about it,” said Cole. “The board answers to the shareholders, and the president answers to the board, and everyone else answers to the president. You can do anything you want.”
“But I won’t. I have my own job at Coast Eagle, and I’m not about to muscle in on anyone else’s.”
“It’s your responsibility.” There was an unexpected hardness to Cole’s tone. “It’s your responsibility to Zachary to take control of the company.”
She turned to look at him again. “It’s my responsibility to Zachary to ensure the company is well run. That doesn’t mean I make any particular decision.”
His dark eyes were implacable. “Yes, it does.”
“Well, Mr. Cole Parker, owner of Aviation 58 in Alaska, you are certainly entitled to your opinion. And I’m more than entitled to ignore it.”
He opened his mouth but then obviously thought better of speaking.
The car came to a halt at the curb.
“The Newmont Building?” the driver asked. “Or are you in Sutten’s Edge?”
“This is it,” said Amber, feeling anxious to get away. “Joyce Roland is the director of planning,” she said to Cole. “You can ask her about the Pacific routes, but she may not take your call.”
The driver had come around and now swung open her door.
“Thank you for the ride. Good night, Cole.”
A small smile played on his lips. “You’re very polite.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Good night, Amber. Thank you for the dance.”
A sudden rush of warmth enveloped her, and she found her gaze dropping from his eyes to his lips. For a fleeting second, she imagined him kissing her good-night.
She shook away the wayward feeling and quickly exited the car. Zachary was upstairs waiting, and Roth was in the wings with a team of high-priced lawyers. Amber didn’t have time for kisses or fantasies or anything else.
* * *
Cole advanced through the hotel lobby, heading for the escalators that would take him back to the ballroom.
It didn’t take him long to spot Luca coming the other way, a pretty blond woman at his side.
“There you are,” said Luca as they met. “I wondered what had happened to you.”
“I left something in the ballroom,” said Cole.
“This is Destiny Frost. Turns out, she’s a friend of Amber Welsley.” Luca’s expression was inscrutable.
Cole played along, pretending Luca hadn’t planned to meet Destiny. “Nice to meet you.” He offered his hand.
She shook, and hers was slim and cool. “It’s a pleasure.”
“I offered Destiny a ride home,” said Luca. “You coming with us?” His expression told Cole a third wheel would not be particularly welcome.
Cole tipped his chin toward the escalator. “I have to grab something upstairs. Can you swing back and get me later?”
Luca gave a satisfied smile. “Will do.”
“Luca says you’re from Alaska?” asked Destiny.
“We are,” Cole replied.
“I’ve never been there.”
“It’s beautiful, magnificent.”
“It must be cold.”
Luca stepped in. “I’ve already offered to keep her warm.”
Destiny smiled and shook her head. “He’s shameless.”
“But harmless,” said Cole, intending to be reassuring, but also being honest. Luca was a perfect gentleman.
“I’ll text you on the way back?” asked Luca.
“Sounds good.” With a nod to both of them, Cole headed for the escalator.
He was going against the crowd, most people on their way out of the event. So he easily made it to the ballroom and headed for the chair where they’d parked Amber’s shoes.
To his surprise, they were gone.
“Seriously?” he muttered out loud.
He glanced around at the departing crowd. At an event this highbrow, somebody was going to steal a pair of shoes?
Then he caught a glint of gold in one of the waiter’s hands. He squinted. It was definitely Amber’s shoes. The man was headed toward a side exit.
Cole made a beeline after him, feeling better about human nature. The waiter obviously thought they’d been abandoned and was taking them to the hotel’s lost and found.
Cole wound his way through the tables and took the same exit, coming out into a long dim hallway. One direction obviously led to the kitchen, the other down a narrow flight of stairs. It seemed unlikely that the lost and found was in the kitchen, so he took the stairs.
At the bottom, he spotted the guy about thirty yards away. He called out, and the man turned.
“The shoes,” called Cole.
Before he could say anything more, the man bolted, running a few steps before shoving open a side exit.
“Are you kidding me?” Cole shouted, breaking into a run.
He burst through the side door, finding himself in an alley. He quickly scanned the area and spotted the guy at a run. He sprinted after the man. When he caught up, he grasped the guy’s left arm and spun him around, bringing him to a sliding halt.
“What’s going on?” Cole gasped. “You’re stealing a pair of shoes?”
“They’re my girlfriend’s.” The man was gasping for breath.
“They’re my girlfriend’s.” As he spoke, Cole couldn’t help but take note of the man’s unshaven face, and the rather wild look in his eyes. “You’re not a waiter.”
The man reached in his pants pocket and pulled a knife, flicking open a six-inch blade and holding it menacingly out in front of him.
“They’re shoes,” said Cole, adrenaline rushing into his bloodstream. Admittedly, they were nice shoes. And given the Hendersons’ wealth, they were likely ridiculously expensive. But what could they possibly bring this guy on the black market?
The man snarled. “Do yourself a favor and walk away.”
No way was that happening. Cole was returning Amber’s property to her. “Give me the shoes.”
“You want to get hurt?”
Suddenly, a low growl sounded next to Cole. His skin prickled, and he glanced cautiously down. But the mangy dog was staring at the man with the knife. It didn’t seem to be threatening Cole.
“He’ll go for your throat,” Cole lied.
The man glanced furtively at the dog.
The dog growled again.
“Drop the knife, or he’ll attack.”
The man hesitated, and the dog took a step forward. The knife clattered to the ground, along with the shoes, and the man took two rapid steps backward. Then he spun around and ran.
Cole took in the medium-size dog that was now wagging its tail, obviously feeling proud of himself.
“Good job,” he told the mutt, patting its head, finding sticky, matted fur.
He looked closer and realized the animal was painfully thin. It had a wiry, mottled coat, mostly tan, but black on the ears and muzzle. Its brown eyes looked world-weary and exhausted.
“You a stray?” Cole found himself asking.
He moved to pick up the shoes. When he straightened, the dog was watching him patiently.
“You probably want a reward for all that.”
The dog blinked.
“I don’t blame you.” Cole blew out a breath. He supposed the least he could do was buy the animal a burger.
“Come on, then.” He started down the alley toward the brightly lit street. The dog trotted at his heels.
At the front of the hotel, Cole reported the incident to one of the doormen, who sent someone to retrieve the knife. Cole learned that they’d had previous trouble with a thief impersonating a waiter at large events. If the knife had fingerprints on it, they might be able to catch the guy. It seemed likely he’d stolen more than just the shoes tonight.
Duty done, Cole and the dog then made their way down the street until they came to a fast-food restaurant.
Thinking it was a fifty-fifty shot the mutt would wait, Cole left it outside while he purchased two deluxe hamburgers. He was hungry after the fancy little portions at the pilots association event, and a burger didn’t seem like the worst idea in the world.
When he returned to the street, the dog jumped to attention. It wolfed down the burger in two bites, so Cole gave it the second one, as well.
His phone chimed, and a text message told him Luca was sending back the empty car. Luca and Destiny were stopping for a nightcap.
Cole smiled at his friend’s luck, tossed the wrappers in the trash and headed back toward the hotel. Predictably, the dog followed along. It was sure to be disappointed when a meal didn’t appear at their next stop.
Cole took the animal back to the alley at the edge of the hotel property and pointed. “Go on, now,” he told it.
It looked up at him uncomprehendingly.
“Go home,” Cole commanded.
It didn’t move.
He made his voice sterner. “Go on.”
The dog ducked its head, eyes going sad.
Cole felt a shot to his chest.
He tried to steel himself against the guilt, but the effort didn’t pay off. He crouched down in front of the dog, scratching its matted neck and meeting its eyes. “I don’t know what you expect here.”
It pushed forward, nuzzling its nose against Cole’s thigh.
“Those are rented pants,” said Cole.
It pushed farther forward.
“I live in Alaska.”
Its tail began to wag.
“Crap.”
“Mr. Parker?” The driver appeared in Cole’s peripheral vision. “Are you ready to go, sir?”
Cole stood, drawing a deep sigh. “We’re ready.”
“We?”
“The dog’s coming, too.”
The driver glanced down at the scruffy animal. He hesitated, but then said, “Of course, sir.”
“Do you have a blanket or something to protect the seat?”
“I’ll get a newspaper from the doorman.”
“That’ll work,” said Cole. He looked to the dog. “You want to go for a car ride?”
Its head lifted. Its brow went up. And its tail wagged harder.
“I’ll take that as a yes.” Cole knew he was making a stupid, emotional decision, one he’d likely regret very quickly. But he couldn’t bring himself to leave the animal behind.
He closed his eyes for a long moment. All this for a pair of shoes.
Three (#ulink_6ad73a3e-a2bc-5801-b413-f913ab8f684d)
The next morning, Cole headed for the Hendersons’ penthouse apartment to return Amber’s shoes. He took the dog with him, thinking maybe he’d stop by the shelter on his way back and drop it off. He told himself they were in the business of finding stray animals good homes.
The dog looked much more appealing since Cole had given him a bath in the hotel’s carwash bay. He smelled better, too, considerably better. And he’d probably put on five pounds between the room-service steak last night and the bacon and sausage breakfast.
The animal had been meticulously well behaved, and now stood quietly by Cole’s side while Cole rang the bell.
A minute later, Amber answered the door. She was dressed in faded blue jeans, bare feet poking out at the bottom. A stained T-shirt stretched across her chest, and she had what looked like oatmeal smeared in her hair. Zachary was bawling in her arms.
“The doorman said it was a delivery,” she told Cole over Zachary’s cries.
Cole held up the shoes. “It is a delivery.”
She focused on the shiny creations while struggling to hold the wiggling, howling Zachary. “Honestly, I’d hoped somebody might steal them.”
“You have got to be kidding.” Cole didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Only partially kidding,” she admitted. “They cost a lot of money, but I don’t ever want to have to wear them again.” She glanced down. “You have a dog?”
“I have one now,” he said.
“Okay.” She seemed to digest that while Zachary continued to wriggle. It was clear she had her hands full. “Could you maybe just bring them in and toss them down?” She glanced around the foyer.
“Sure.” Cole moved through the doorway, spying a closet door. He opened it and placed them inside.
The baby’s cries faded to whimpers behind him.
He turned back. “I’ll have you know I practically risked my life to rescue these.”
Zachary suddenly stiffened. He twisted his head to stare at Cole in what looked like amazement.
“The party got that wild?” Amber asked.
Zachary’s silver-gray eyes focused on Cole like lasers. He went silent and stared unblinking, seeming to drink in Cole’s appearance.
Then, suddenly, he lunged for Cole.
“Hey.” Amber grappled to keep hold of him.
Zachary’s own arms were outstretched, reaching almost desperately for Cole. He started to howl again, hands clasping the air.
“This is weird,” said Amber.
Cole didn’t have a clue how to respond.
“Do you mind?” She moved closer, glancing meaningfully at the baby.
“I guess not.” Who would say no?
Taking Zachary from her arms, he cautiously brought him into his chest. Zachary instantly wrapped his arms around Cole’s neck, squeezing tight. He nuzzled his sticky, tear-damp face against Cole’s skin. Then he sighed, and his entire body went limp against Cole’s chest.
Through his shock and surprise, Cole’s heart started to pound, bringing a strange tightness to his chest. For some bizarre reason, his baby brother trusted him. How was a guy supposed to react to that?
“You’re magic,” Amber whispered. “Whatever it is you’re doing, just keep it up.”
“I’m only standing here.”
“He’s been crying for over an hour. He gets like that sometimes.”
“He probably exhausted himself before I got here.”
“I think he misses his parents,” Amber said softly, her expression compassionate as she gazed at Zachary. She reached out to stoke the baby’s downy hair. “But he doesn’t understand what he’s feeling, and he certainly can’t put it into words.”
Then she gave Cole a sweet smile. “You should come inside for a minute.”
The dog seemed to understand the invitation. It padded gamely into the living room.
Amber’s cute, disheveled appearance, the mutt’s claws clicking on the hardwood and the baby powder scent of Zachary’s warm body curled in his arms brought a sense of unreality to Cole.
“Sure,” he answered, and followed her through the archway.
It took only seconds for him to realize this was a perfect opportunity to learn more about her.
“It was either this or the mansion.” She seemed to be apologizing for the opulent surroundings. “We thought it would be less disruptive if Zachary kept his nanny, Isabel. She occasionally sleeps over, so there was no way we’d all fit in my apartment. It’s one bedroom with a tiny kitchen. This place belonged to Samuel.”
The furnishings were obviously expensive, but they were strewn with baby blankets and rattles, the floor decorated with colorful plastic toys.
“Sorry about the mess,” she said.
“You don’t need to apologize.”
“And me.” She looked ruefully down at herself. “Well, this is me. This is what I normally look like. Last night was the anomaly.”
“Seriously, Amber. You have nothing to apologize for. You look great.”
She coughed out a laugh of disbelief.
“Okay, you look normal. How formal do you think we get in Alaska?”
She seemed to consider that. “Can I get you something?”
“I’m fine.”
He didn’t want to put her to any work. Then again, judging by Zachary’s even breathing and relaxed body, his excuse for hanging around had just fallen asleep. Maybe refreshments weren’t such a bad idea.
“Do you happen to have coffee?” he asked.
“Coming up. Take a seat anywhere.” She gestured to the furniture as she exited through another archway that obviously led to the kitchen.
Cole took in the massive living room. In one corner, a plush sofa and a couple of leather armchairs bracketed a gas fireplace. Another furniture grouping was set up next to a bank of picture windows overlooking the city. The room was open to a formal dining room at one end and a hallway at the other that obviously led to the bedrooms.
He decided to follow Amber into the kitchen. No point in wasting valuable conversation time here by himself.
The kitchen was also huge, with high ceilings, a central island, generous granite counter spaces, stainless-steel appliances of every conceivable description and maple cabinets interspersed with big windows that faced the park. There was a breakfast nook at one end, stationed beside a balcony door, and an open door at the other, leading to a big pantry.
“This is very nice,” said Cole.
“I’m still getting used to the size.” She closed the lid and pressed a button on the coffeemaker. “It’s weird moving into someone else’s stuff—their furniture, their dishes, their towels. It’s crazy, but I miss my pepper mill.” She pointed to a corner of the counter. “You practically need a forklift to use that one.”
Cole found himself smiling. “You should move your own stuff in.”
For some reason, her expression faltered.
“I’m sorry,” he quickly put in. “It’s too soon?”
She paused, seeming to search for words. “It’s too something. I won’t pretend I was close to my stepsister, and I barely knew Samuel. Maybe it’s the court case. Maybe I don’t want to jinx anything. But I’m definitely keeping my own apartment intact until everything is completely finalized.”
Cole perched on a stool in front of the island. Zachary was quiet and comfortable in his arms and surprisingly easy to hold. “Tell me about the court case.”
“You haven’t read the tabloids?”
“Not much.”
“I’m in a custody battle with Roth Calvin. He’s a vice president at Coast Eagle and Samuel’s stated choice for guardian.”
“I’d heard that much.”
“Coco named me as guardian, and I won on a technicality, but Roth’s fighting it.”
“Is Roth close to Zachary?”
Amber pulled two hunter-green stoneware mugs out of a side cupboard. “Roth’s close to Coast Eagle. You were right last night in the car. The person who controls Zachary ultimately controls the company.”
“So you can get me my Pacific routes.” Now that Cole had thought it through, he realized the cover story was perfect. It gave him an excuse to ask all kinds of questions without anybody growing suspicious.
“I have no intention of micromanaging Coast Eagle.”
“We had a fight last night, didn’t we?” Cole had become so focused on the shoes, and then the dog, and then on Zachary, he’d forgotten she’d left the car mad at him.
“You call that a fight?”
“I believe I questioned your commitment to Zachary’s inheritance.”
“My commitment is to Zachary. I want the company to stay healthy for him, sure. But I can tell when I’m not the smartest person in the room. There are a lot of committed, hardworking managers and employees at Coast Eagle. They need to continue running the company.”
“Don’t sell yourself short.”
“I’m an assistant director, Cole.”
He liked it when she said his name. “You’re responsible for the well-being of the company owner.”
Her gaze rested on Zachary, and her tone went soft. “Poor thing.”
“Poor little rich boy?” It came out more sarcastic than Cole had intended.
“I honestly wish he’d inherited a whole lot less. That way nobody would fight me for him.”
“So you’re afraid you might lose?”
Her expression faltered, and she focused on pouring the freshly brewed coffee. “I try not to think about it.” She turned back with both cups in her hands. “I can’t believe you got him to sleep.”
“I’m just sitting here breathing. You wore him out.”
“Maybe he likes the sound of your voice.”
“Maybe,” Cole agreed.
Cole didn’t like to think Zachary’s behavior had anything to do with the genetic connection. But Cole supposed it was possible he sounded like Samuel. Maybe Zachary was subconsciously picking it up.
“You can probably get away with putting him down in his bed,” said Amber.
“He’s fine here.”
Oddly, Cole didn’t want to put Zachary down, at least not right away. This vulnerable little baby was his brother. And for some reason, the kid had instantly trusted him. Cole was suddenly acutely aware that there were two of them in the world. He could not have imagined how that would make him feel.
* * *
Amber’s boss, Herbert Nywall’s, expression was stern as he rose from the table in her compact office on the seventh floor of the Coast Eagle building.
Max Cutter was the company’s chief lawyer, so Herbert had had no choice but to acquiesce to his request to speak privately with Amber. But it was obvious Herbert was becoming frustrated with the increasing interruptions of Amber’s day-to-day duties.
She didn’t blame him.
“Can this wait, Max?” she asked, earning a look of shock from Herbert.
“I’m afraid not. Sorry, Herbert.”
“Not at all,” Herbert responded with false cheer. “She’s all yours.”
“We’re pretty busy today,” Amber told Max as Herbert closed the door behind him.
“You can’t pretend this isn’t happening.” Max took the chair across from her at the two-person meeting table. It was wedged between her desk and a bookshelf in the windowless room.
“Believe me, I’m not pretending anything isn’t happening.” In the past three weeks, her life had been turned completely upside down.
Nothing was remotely normal, and now Cole Parker had appeared, somehow insinuating himself into the circumstances. She didn’t quite know what to make of him. He was opportunistic, that was for sure. And he had definite designs on Coast Eagle.
But Zachary’s reaction to him had been astonishing. And her own reaction was just as bizarre. Yesterday, she’d fought a ridiculous urge to throw herself into Cole’s arms and trust him completely.
Max got straight to the point. “Roth’s pressuring the board to appoint him president.”
The news surprised Amber. It also worried her. “I thought they were going to wait to choose a president.”
“That was the agreement. But he wants it bad, and half of the board members are convinced he’ll win the custody battle. If he does, he’ll be the guy deciding who stays on the board. They want to ingratiate themselves now while they have a chance.”
Amber understood their dilemma. She even sympathized. If Roth obtained custody of Zachary, he’d be ruthless in his revenge on board members who’d stood against him.
“Plus,” Max continued, “they see strength in him, decisiveness and intelligence. They think he’ll make a good president.”
“I don’t like him,” Amber blurted out. “And I don’t think he’d make a good president.”
Max sat back in his chair. “That was definitive.” He seemed to be considering her words. “Is it because of the situation with Zachary? Because that would certainly be understandable.”
“It’s because he recklessly spends company money. He wants to refurbish or replace the entire fleet with no regard whatsoever for the debt load. He’s a shopaholic on a massive scale.”
Max quirked a smile. “Interestingly put, but not inaccurate from what I’ve seen.”
“They can’t make him president.”
“The board’s deadlocked. We need to appoint another board member to break the tie.”
Amber shook her head. Max had broached the subject of board appointments with her two weeks ago.
“You know I don’t want to do that.”
“I know you don’t.”
“I don’t want to run Coast Eagle.” She knew she wasn’t qualified to take the helm of the company.
“Well, you’re the only one who doesn’t.”
Amber came to her feet, taking the three steps that brought her flush against the front of her desk. She turned back. This was a terrible office for pacing.
Max spoke again. “If you appoint the right person, a majority will agree on a different interim president and Roth will have to back down. If you don’t appoint anyone, MacSweeny will flip. It’s only a matter of time. And then Roth’s in.”
Amber spoke more to herself than to Max. “And the spending spree begins.”
For some reason, her thoughts turned back to Cole Parker. In the car Saturday night, he’d said it was her responsibility to take control of the company for Zachary. She’d disagreed with him at the time, but the advice stuck with her.
She let the memory take shape, and his image came clear in her mind. The streetlights had played across his handsome face. He was sexy in a suit, sexier still in his blue jeans the next morning at the penthouse. And the memory of him holding Zachary? The tenderness had touched a chord deep down inside her. It shouldn’t have turned her on, but it did. The truth was, everything about Cole turned her on.
All that probably meant she shouldn’t take his advice.
She looked at Max, bringing herself back to the present. She had to agree that letting Roth plunge the airline into debt wasn’t in Zachary’s best interest. Any thinking person could see that. And what Max said was true. At the moment, she was the only person who could legally appoint a new board member.
If she didn’t do it, no one could.
“Who?” she found herself venturing. “If I was to appoint someone, who would that be?”
It had to be someone they could trust. It also had to be someone who didn’t have to fear Roth if he won the custody battle. It had to be someone who understood the airline, who brought true value to the board and who could be strong in the face of divided loyalties, uncertain times and extraordinarily high stakes.
She couldn’t think of a single person who fit the bill.
“You,” Max told her softly.
“No.” She gripped the back of her chair and shook her head. “No.” It was unthinkable. “No.”
“You underestimate yourself, Amber.”
“Coco chose me because she knew I would love Zachary. She had no idea it would put me in this position with the company.”
“Coco had no idea about anything,” said Max.
Amber didn’t know how to respond to that. Her sister wasn’t the most analytical person in the world. It was fair to say that Coco had operated on emotion rather than logic. It was also fair to say that Coco had never really grown up. She’d wanted what she’d wanted, and she’d usually wanted it right away. She’d never spent much time worrying about the impact on others.
“There’s no one else,” said Max, spreading his palms.
“There has to be.”
“It’s one vote. You take the appointment. You go to one meeting. You vote. You leave. And the new president takes over the reins.” He glanced around her small office, all but wrinkling his nose. “You can come back here an hour later and take over your regular duties.”
“There’s nothing wrong with my job.”
“Nobody’s saying there is. Though not many new billionaires would keep working in this particular office.”
“I’m not a new—”
“Amber, please. I can see that your instinct is to be humble. But you’re Zachary’s guardian. Anytime you want to exercise it, you have control of a billion-dollar company.”
“Temporarily.”
“Maybe. But maybe not.”
She slid back into her chair, propping her elbows on the table. “It’s not that simple.”
“It’s very simple.”
She couldn’t, wouldn’t, didn’t dare let her head run away with any aspect of the situation. There was too much at stake for her to let her guard down.
She tried to explain her feelings to Max. “I can’t let myself think it’s real until it’s really real. You know?”
“Amber, this is no time to be superstitious.”
“I can’t jinx custody of Zachary. I can lose anything else, but not him.”
“Coast Eagle needs you to step up.”
Her stomach went hollow, and her pulse began to pound. It wasn’t exactly what Cole had said, but it was close. Two apparently smart men were telling her the same thing.
“How long do I have to decide?”
“Twenty-four hours. After that, we may lose MacSweeny.”
“Let me think about it.”
Max gave a sharp nod. Then he rose. “I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“I’ll be here.”
* * *
“Max is a very intelligent lawyer,” said Destiny over Zachary’s cries.
They were in the penthouse kitchen, Amber jostling Zachary and Destiny doling out linguini and salad.
“You’re a smart lawyer, too,” said Amber.
“Sure, but I’m looking after your interests. Max is looking after the interests of Coast Eagle. From the perspective of what’s in the best interests of the company, you should absolutely take the board appointment.”
“And from the perspective of me?”
“You’ll make a lifelong enemy out of Roth.”
“I’ve done that simply by breathing.”
Destiny grinned, while Zachary’s cries increased.
Amber jiggled harder. She was growing exhausted. “I swear, if I had Cole Parker’s phone number, I’d call him up and beg him to come over.”
“He’s the other Alaska guy?”
“Yes, the one who put Zachary to sleep Sunday morning without lifting a finger.” Amber knew she should feel miffed by that, because it sure didn’t seem fair.
Destiny picked up her phone. “I’ve got Luca’s number.”
“Yeah, right,” Amber chuckled.
But Destiny raised her phone to her ear. “Luca? It’s Destiny.”
“Don’t you dare,” said Amber.
Destiny stopped talking and smiled. “Thanks.”
Amber shook her head in warning.
“That’s not why I’m calling,” said Destiny. “No. It’s really not. I’m looking for Cole.”
Amber shook her head more frantically, moving closer.
“Not even close,” said Destiny. “Tell him Amber needs him to put Zachary to sleep.”
“She’s joking,” Amber called out, causing Zachary to cry louder. She turned away, walking toward the living room. “Shh, shh, shh,” she whispered in his ear. “I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Hi, Cole,” said Destiny from behind her. “Yes, Amber needs the baby cavalry. Can you come?”
Amber couldn’t believe this was happening. Cole was a stranger. You couldn’t ask a stranger to drop everything, drive over and soothe your baby. The world didn’t work like that. With any luck at all, he’d be bright enough to say no.
“They’re on their way,” called Destiny.
“You’ve lost your mind.”
Destiny set down her phone and moved to the wine rack recessed in the kitchen wall. “How’s Zachary been doing with the nanny?”
“Sometimes he’s good with Isabel, sometimes not. Evening is always the worst. We’re been helping each other, but tonight’s her night off.”
Perusing the shelves, Destiny chose a bottle. “Do you think maybe we could give him a little of the merlot?”
“I wish. But definitely pour me a glass.”
Destiny located the corkscrew, peeled the foil and opened the bottle. She moved two glasses to the center of the island and poured, placing them next to the two plates of linguini.
Then she slid onto a stool while Amber jiggled her way back to the island.
Amber knew there was no point in sitting down. Zachary had a built in altimeter. His preferred height was precisely five feet off the ground, not four feet, not four and a half. And his preferred swaying arc was approximately nine inches. Any deviation from the pattern brought an immediate vocal protest.
Luckily, Amber had become adept at simultaneously standing, swaying and eating. She lifted her fork and swirled a bite of the seafood linguini.
“Say I was to appoint myself to the board,” she ventured.
“Say you were.”
“Would it hurt my custody argument? I mean, would it look like I was the kind of person who used Zachary to gain power in Coast Eagle?”
Destiny thought for a moment. “Maybe. I mean, we’d spin it that you were willing to step up and look after Zachary’s interests.”
“Would a judge believe that?”
“Maybe. It’s a fifty-fifty shot. Then again, a judge might just as easily take you not joining the board as a sign you weren’t a suitable guardian.”
“Problem is we can’t separate the two.” Amber set down her fork to free her hand for a drink of wine.
Zachary batted his arm out, nearly knocking the glass from her hand. She gave up on the drink.
“If you do it,” said Destiny, “Roth will spin it that you’re power hungry. If you don’t, he’ll spin it that you’re incapable. But Coco wanted you, and that’s important.”
“But Samuel wanted Roth.”
“He did,” Destiny agreed.
“And in a character and intellect debate, Samuel is going to win out over Coco every time.”
Destiny took a drink, and Amber couldn’t help but feel envious. She settled for another bite of the linguini.
A knock sounded on the door.
“That was fast,” said Amber, starting for the path through living room.
“They’re staying at the East Park.”
With a tired and tearful Zachary on her shoulder, Amber crossed to the entry hall. She checked the peephole and opened the door to Cole and Luca.
She couldn’t help but smile at the sight of the dog at Cole’s heels. He’d told her about the shoe altercation, and his decision to take the animal back to the hotel. She also knew he’d been planning to drop the scruffy dog at a shelter. He hadn’t done it yet, and that was somehow endearing.
His expression was sympathetic as he gazed at the pathetically sobbing Zachary.
“I hear you’ve got trouble?” he said.
Zachary instantly perked up. He straightened in Amber’s arms, turning to Cole and blinking his watery eyes. Then he lunged for him.
Cole reflexively reached out, stepping forward to catch the baby. “Hey there, partner.”
“It’s hard not to take this personally,” said Amber, even though her arms and shoulders were all but singing in relief as the weight was removed.
For some reason, Luca was grinning ear to ear as he took in the sight of Cole and Zachary. “Nice to see you again, Amber.”
“Hello, Luca. I’m really sorry that Destiny called you guys. It wasn’t a fair thing to do.”
“No problem at all,” said Luca. “She in here?” He brushed past Amber.
The dog kept his position next to Cole.
“In the kitchen,” Amber called to Luca’s back.
Cole moved into the entry, and Amber shut the door behind him. Zachary heaved a shuddering sigh and laid his head on Cole’s shoulder.
“Do babies always react to you like this?” she couldn’t help asking.
“I don’t know. I’m not usually around them. Mostly, they ignore me.”
“Do you mind if I have something to eat while you hold him?”
“Not at all.” Cole shrugged out of his jacket, draping it over the brass coat tree. “Do whatever you want. Have a bath. Take a nap.”
“Tempting,” Amber admitted. “But I’ve got a glass of merlot in there with my name on it.”
Cole and the dog followed her into the kitchen, where Destiny had dished up some linguini for Luca.
“Peace and quiet,” she noted, taking in Zachary’s posture.
His little hand was stroking one side of Cole’s neck, his face buried in the other.
“Hungry?” Amber asked Cole.
“You go ahead. But I’d pour myself a glass of wine.” He took the remaining of the four stools, and the dog curled up at his feet.
Amber took a satisfying sip of wine and another bite of linguini. It was wonderful to have the use of both hands.
“What’s his name?” Destiny nodded to the dog as she poured wine for the men.
“I don’t know,” said Cole, looking down. “We met in the alley after the dance, and I wasn’t really planning to keep him.”
“I think he’s planning to keep you,” said Amber.
“That’s because I fed him a burger that first night.”
“Cole’s got plenty of room in Alaska,” said Luca.
“You’re taking him home with you?” asked Destiny.
Cole glanced down and seemed to contemplate. “I suppose I am. I’m not liking his chances stacked up against those adorable puppies at the shelter. I don’t know who would choose him.”
“He’s not that homely.” Amber sized up the square, tan muzzle, the floppy, uneven ears and wiry, mottled coat. “Okay, maybe Alaska’s not such a bad idea.”
“You’re so diplomatic,” Cole said with a smile.
“He’ll need a name,” said Amber.
“Rover?” Cole asked the dog.
It didn’t react.
“Spot?”
Nothing.
Amber smiled as she ate and drank.
“Lucky? Butch? Otis?”
The dog glanced sharply up.
“Seriously?” asked Cole. “Otis?”
The dog came up on its haunches and lifted its chin.
“Otis wins,” said Destiny.
“Otis it is,” said Cole, reaching down to pat the dog’s head.
It sniffed at Zachary’s bare foot.
Zachary looked down with curiosity, and the two stared at each other for a long moment.

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