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  As she walked by Rick’s side, she thought about her parents and how they must have felt viewing their first property. It wasn’t the same, of course. Rick, unlike her father, had been doing this for years and was at the top of his game. But this was her first property, the first one that she had discovered and wanted to buy, and she felt an excitement in the air. A big what-if.

  And although, in the end, Rick did not agree to purchase the property, he at least agreed to consider it. She knew that whatever decision he made, she would have to trust him. For the first time ever, she saw a light at the end of the tunnel. He was her partner but he was also much more. He was her friend.

  Twelve

  As Rick watched the world disappear beneath them on the flight to the Bahamas, he thought about the previous evening and something became painfully clear: He could not take this company away from Lessa.

  He had gotten too involved and there was no turning back. This was no simple affair. He could not hurt her.

  So what should he do?

  He had already bought the stock; their contract was signed a week ago. Once Sabrina sold him hers, he would automatically be the new owner of Lawrence Enterprises. He would then officially give Lessa back her stock and, at the board meeting, he would announce his support of her chairmanship. If Lawrence Enterprises was what Lessa wanted, it was exactly what she would get.

  Their flight arrived shortly before noon. Sabrina had sent a car and together they drove to her office, where Sabrina was waiting for them. She leaned over her desk in front of Rick, causing her cleavage practically to fall out of her shirt as she pretended to sort through some papers.

  “Well, well, well. It’s so nice to see you again.”

  “I can’t tell you how happy we were to receive your phone call,” Lessa said.

  She raised an eyebrow. “I bet you were.”

  She motioned toward the chairs, encouraging them to sit. “Can I get you something? Tea? Coffee? Water?”

  “We’re anxious to sign the contract,” Rick said.

  “I have it right here,” she said, waving it in front of them. “Before I sign it and we make this all official, I wanted to take a moment to congratulate you both on your ridiculous performance. Although I must say, Lessa dear, you were a little stiff. But your trip together to Mara del Ray was a very nice touch.”

  “I’m sorry?” Lessa asked.

  “You, Rick, however, almost had me convinced. There was a look in your eye, one that gave me pause.” She laughed. “But you, Lessa…I never quite bought it. Then again, you had a much more difficult job. After all, how could you take up with the man who ousted your father? But I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m such a romantic at heart. And of course, everyone knows that for some, love is blind. Also, having tasted the goods myself, I know how, well, persuasive Rick can be.” She stood before Rick and caressed his cheek. “And now that you got what you wanted, Rick, and you’re through with Alessandra, perhaps you and I can rekindle what we once had.”

  Rick froze. Sabrina knew. “Sign the contract,” he commanded. “Now.”

  “What’s going on?” Lessa asked.

  Sabrina looked at Lessa and flashed her an evil smile. “Is it possible she doesn’t know what you’ve done, Rick?”

  “I bought some shares, after you fired me,” Rick said to Lessa.

  “Some shares?” Sabrina said. “How modest.”

  “Things have changed since then,” he said to Sabrina.

  “I’m afraid you’ve been double-crossed, my dear,” Sabrina said to Lessa. “But don’t feel bad. I have all sorts of people working on this and I just found out myself this morning. Unfortunately it doesn’t change much for me. Because once Rick gets your shares, he’ll be quite invincible.”

  Lessa glanced toward Rick, as if looking for some sign of reassurance that Sabrina was making the whole thing up.

  “Lessa,” he said, “I have several other business ventures. Each one of them bought a significant share of stock during the period of time I was not working for Lawrence.”

  “Spell it out, Rick, for God’s sake,” Sabrina said. She turned to Lessa and explained, “Once he gets your stock he’ll own the majority. Enough to wield significant control, like making himself chairman and CEO.”

  Lessa sat silent, her eyes blazing with the pain of betrayal. “You were going to fire me?”

  What could he say? Until he’d gotten involved with her, he had hoped to do just that. But everything had changed. “Originally, yes. I felt as if I had no choice. But I’ve since changed my mind.”

  He could tell from the look in her eyes that she did not believe him. He wanted to take her in his arms and get her the hell out of there. To prove to her that he was sincere.

  “Actually, Lessa,” Sabrina interjected, “considering the recent turn of events, I’m hopeful that you and I might work out a deal. You only have to give him the company back if he prevents a takeover, correct? Which is dependent upon me selling you my shares.”

  And suddenly he saw where Sabrina was going with this. She wanted to take advantage of Lessa’s emotions to try and talk her out of her stock.

  “We’re two women who have been betrayed by Rick,” Sabrina continued. “Sisters in pain, so to speak. Sell me your shares. Give me the company instead of Rick.”

  Lessa appeared to hesitate. She couldn’t really be considering this, could she? “Lessa,” he began, “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

  “He betrayed not only your father, but you,” Sabrina said. She grabbed the contract and ran it through her fingers, as if ready to rip it to shreds. She walked over and sat on the edge of her desk, directly in front of Lessa. “I sign this and he gets the company. Sell me your stock instead and I’ll give you the same deal you were going to give me.”

  “That’s enough,” Rick said angrily to Sabrina. He took Lessa’s hand. “I had changed my mind. I wasn’t going to go through with it. You have to believe me. When I bought that stock you’d just fired me. I had no other options.”

  Lessa pulled her hand away and closed her eyes, as if fighting back the pain.

  How could he have allowed this to happen? The last thing he wanted was for her to get hurt. “I don’t want your stock anymore. We’ll renegotiate.”

  Sabrina’s voice snaked in. “Desperate words from a desperate man. You can’t possibly believe him, can you, Lessa?”

  “You’re right, Sabrina,” she replied. “I don’t want to give this company to him. But I don’t have a choice. I can’t bear the thought of you breaking it up and selling it off piece by piece.” She took the contract out of Sabrina’s hands and laid it on the table. She picked up a pen and handed it to her. “Could you sign this, please?”

  Sabrina hesitated before finally signing. She begrudgingly handed the contract to Lessa. “You just lost everything,” she said. “For what?”

  But Lessa didn’t answer. She walked over to Rick and handed him the contract. “You worked hard for this.” And with that, she walked out of the room and out of his life.

  How could she have been so foolish as to believe he really cared about her, to believe he would not betray her? And finding out through Sabrina only added to her humiliation. How could he have done this to her? Tears stung her eyes as she hurried toward the car. Just as she was about to get inside, she felt a hand on her arm.

  “I need to talk to you,” Rick said, steering her toward a private area by the beach. “This is a misunderstanding.”

  “A misunderstanding?” She shook her head sadly. “You warned me, didn’t you?” It had been a brilliant yet simple plan. A trap that she had walked right into. Did she really think Rick would ever agree to be partners, especially with someone he held in such low esteem? Their affair had been nothing but a distraction for him, an opportunity that she herself had offered. She didn’t blame him so much as herself. She had been a fool.

  “When I bought that stock we were not involved,” he
said.

  “But after we were involved you didn’t tell me, did you?”

  “I didn’t see any point until I could prove to you otherwise.”

  “You planned everything, right down to your own firing. You pushed me into firing you just so you could buy stock. And then when I asked you back, you knew that you’d be able to get rid of me.”

  “And I planned on firing you just as soon as I got my company back. That’s all true.”

  “Revenge,” she said softly. She had fired him and he’d planned on doing the same thing to her.

  “But that was before I got to know you. Before I began to care about you.”

  She desperately wanted to believe him. But how could she? It might be another lie. The more she thought about Rick and Sabrina, the more she felt they deserved each other. Sitting there in that office, the two of them had been wily and frightening, firing each other, sleeping with each other, making deals behind each other’s backs. It made her sick. Maybe she didn’t have the stomach for this business after all. She needed a little time to digest all that had happened to her and consider her next move.

  “When people care about each other, they help each other,” she said. “They look out for each other.”

  “I’m giving you back your stock,” he said, as if that made everything all right.

  “I don’t want it back.”

  “I’ll pay you for it. I’ll pay a premium. Whatever you want.”

  She looked into his eyes, desperately searching for some sign of the man she had grown to care about. She wanted to believe him, believe that this had all been a colossal misunderstanding, but how could she?

  “You don’t get it, do you? It’s not about money. It never was.”

  Thirteen

  It was official. She was lost.

  Lessa scooted forward in her seat as she drove slowly down the two-lane dirt road in Connecticut, hurrying toward a board meeting in the middle of nowhere. On either side of the road was a landscape more appropriate for Halloween than Christmas: deserted farmlands, their brown, dried-out grasses blowing in the wind. Every now and then she would see a lone abandoned house or barn with the roof caved in. Lessa followed the winding road down a hill and found herself enveloped in fog. She turned on her fog lights and continued, slowly making her way through the thick, cotton clouds. She had agreed to have the meeting at this out-of-the-way location because it was Christmas Eve and many board members were already at their vacation homes throughout New England. This just happened to be the halfway point. But the last thing she felt like doing on Christmas Eve was driving around dirt country roads in search of an ornery board and their deceitful, if charming, president.

  At the thought of Rick, her stomach turned over. This would be the first time she had seen him since they had returned from the Bahamas. Despite his repeated phone calls over the past two days, she had not spoken with him. What was the point? He had her shares. Although she had been a fool, he had played by her rules. And she had lost.

  And now she had no choice but to resign her position on the board. It was ridiculous to think that she could stay on. After all, she had never fit in with the stuffy and shortsighted people she was surrounded by, the same people who had fired her father. And now that she had lost her stake in the company, why would they keep her on? They would not. It was time to bow out gracefully.

  Unfortunately, it was proving easier to walk away from the company she had thought she loved than it was to walk away from Rick. She had barely slept all night, filled with dread at the thought of seeing him again. Instead she had walked the floor, analyzing and reanalyzing the situation. She didn’t need Psych 101 to figure out what had happened. It boiled down to one issue: honesty. This whole thing could have been avoided if she had just been honest with herself. After all, did she really think that Rick would agree to be her partner? Did she really think that just because he had made love to her he would fall in love? Rick had remained honest to himself and his business. It was she who was the traitor.

  She had underestimated his immense attraction. With one kiss, Rick could make a woman forget who she was and where she was going. It was the way he listened, the way he looked at her when she spoke. He made her feel as if she were the most interesting person in the world.

  Time, she thought. She just needed some time to clear her head before seeing him again. She needed some time to think before even mentioning his name. But she didn’t have any time. In fact, according to her watch, the board meeting had already started.

  She thought of the scene that awaited her. Were the board members eager to give her the evil eye? Would they jump with glee when she informed them she was resigning? Or did they already know? Some, she suspected, had been aware of Rick’s plan from the beginning. She was on her way out, Rick was back in power and the stock was already going back up.

  She checked her watch once again and pulled out her cell. Still no reception. A psychologist would have a field day with this one. She, who was never late, was going to be late for her own resignation. Was her tardiness intentional? And why wasn’t she more upset about leaving Lawrence?

  True, her time there had not been happy. She had been fighting an uphill battle, one that had been doomed from the beginning. The only reason she’d had even attempted it was because of her promise to her father. She had never asked herself whether being a part of Lawrence Enterprises again was something she really wanted, because it did not matter. It was an obligation, something she had to do.

  But she’d always known her aunt was right; if Lessa had succeeded at Lawrence, she would have paid a steep price. Lawrence Enterprises was a public company and she knew from her father’s experience just how taxing and emotionally exhausting it was to run. There would always be someone looking over her shoulder, someone trying to take her place.

  Perhaps she should think optimistically. It was very possible that this was a blessing in disguise. She did not want to work for someone else. She wanted her own company run by her own rules. Unfortunately, the whole experience made her wonder whether had she chosen the right business. Was she destined for a career in the resort industry? She had always thought that if she worked hard enough, like she had in tennis, she would succeed. But she had had talent on the tennis court. Was it possible she had no talent for this business?

  One thing was obvious-hard work alone was not enough. Perhaps, she thought optimistically, all she needed was a little luck.

  As if the forces were listening, her car suddenly began to shimmy. She fought for control of the car, yanking the throbbing steering wheel and pulling over to the side of the road. With a groan of despair, she hurried outside to inspect the damage. So much for luck. The right wheel looked like a deflated inner tube.

  Lessa glanced around the desolate area as she tied her scarf more securely around her neck. Although the fog had cleared somewhat, a cold and bitter rain still fell. She headed around the side of the car toward the trunk. Her only hope now was that she would find a spare. And figure out how to use it.

  Rick had been looking forward to this meeting. Since their return from the Bahamas, he had struggled to focus at work. He was like a man possessed. Lessa haunted his thoughts and dreams. The board meeting at least would provide another chance to explain himself to her, another opportunity to prove himself. He would succeed, he had no other choice. He did not want their relationship to end, not like this.

  What had gotten into him? After all, wasn’t the inevitability of the relationship’s demise what he’d found so attractive in the first place? Wasn’t this his pattern? Hadn’t his sister accused him of only getting involved with women who were “safe”? Women who, for obvious reasons, he could never love? He had done this ever since Karen had died.

  But this time, something was different.

  He had never met a woman like Lessa. She was brilliant, determined and feisty. Not to mention her obvious physical attributes. She was a classic beauty, with eyes that seared right through a man, the kind
that haunted his dreams. But she was more than a compilation of superficial qualities. There was a vulnerability that he saw in her, a sweetness that made him want to protect her from the world.

  Rick checked his watch again, then glanced around the table. The board was getting agitated. Where the hell was she? His heart filled with dread. What if something was wrong? What if something had happened to her?

  No. That was ridiculous. He was certain there was a logical reason for her tardiness. He checked his watch again.

  “Let’s vote,” Ward said. “I think we have a consensus anyway. We don’t need her here to fire her, do we?”

  “We’re not firing her,” Rick said quietly.

  “You can’t be serious,” John said. “We’re certainly not going to keep her on the board. Why should we? After all, thanks to you, she’s got a minority stake. And we all saw what she did to the company. She almost led us to ruin.”

  True, Rick had once thought the same thing. The stockholders had made it clear they did not consider Lessa an asset. But they didn’t know her. They, like the board, had not given her a chance. “You’re all forgetting that I now own a majority. And I say she stays.”

  The room silenced as everyone looked at him, their faces drawn and pale. “You can’t be serious,” Ward said.

  “I am serious.”

  “She doesn’t even have the courtesy to show up on time.”

  “Maybe something happened,” Betty said quietly, voicing his own fear. The muscles in Rick’s neck tensed as the color drained from his face.

  Rick pushed back his chair. He couldn’t take this any longer. He stood up and began walking toward the door.

  “Rick?” Betty asked. “Where are you going?”