Safe in the Tycoon's Arms (Harlequin Romance)

by Faye, Jennifer

  “Ah, but you’re forgetting about the fund-raiser. You know what they say—any publicity is good publicity. Well, maybe not any publicity, but you know what I mean.”

  The scary part was that she did know what he was trying to say. And she didn’t know whether to be angry...or excited.

  Maybe she’d misunderstood. “Are you saying we should pose as a happy couple?”

  “It’s out there now. You might as well capitalize on the news coverage.”

  “And you’re okay with this?”

  He shrugged. “I know how to work the press when I need to. It’s all an act for the sake of the fund-raiser and the launch of Fiery Hearts. Why not let it play out?”

  She crossed her arms and pursed her lips. She noticed how he never said that he was comfortable with this plan, but he seemed resigned to do his part to help their mutual cause. Instead of being angry with him for putting her in this position, she found herself liking him a little more.

  “Kate, if you’re ready to go, I can drop you off at the hospital on my way to the office.”

  She shook her head. “I’m not ready to put your plan into action.”

  “Even so, you can’t let those reporters dictate how you live your life. And I promise to be a perfect gentleman and keep my hands to myself.”

  What worried her more was the thought that she wanted him touching her. She found she liked having him close. Her heart thump-thumped at the memory of him next to her. His finger beneath her chin. His deep, hungry gaze. His lips pressed to hers.

  Drawing her meandering thoughts up short, she said the first thing that came to mind. “You should come to the hospital with me. Once I take care of the billing department, we could visit Molly.”

  He shook his head. “I don’t think so.”

  “Molly wants to meet you. I told her you make the most beautiful jewelry. She wants to know if you make tiaras for princesses.”

  “I’m sorry. I can’t meet your daughter today. My schedule is backed up.” He started out of the room. “But I’ll make it up to you.”

  “How?”

  “You’ll be the first to have a preview of the Fiery Hearts collection.”

  “I can’t wait.” She loved jewelry, even if it was only to admire it while window-shopping. “Don’t forget to let me know when you have some free time. Molly would really enjoy meeting you.”

  “I won’t forget. Let’s go.”

  Five minutes later, Kate settled into the seat of Lucas’s expensive sports car. She loved the buttery-soft leather upholstery, the purr of the powerful engine and most of all, the driver. She watched as Lucas grasped the black shifter. His long, lean fingers drew her attention. Her mouth grew increasingly dry. Why was he getting to her? Was it the tempting thought of what it’d be like to once again be held by those hands? The thought of a mere gentle caress had a sigh slipping past her lips.

  “Did you hear me?” Lucas’s deep voice jarred her from her ambling thoughts.

  “I was thinking about the article.” It was that darn paper that filled her mind with...things. Bad things.

  He slowed to a stop and glanced her way. “Quit worrying. It’ll all be fine.”

  She was drawn in by his mesmerizing stare. After all, he was very handsome and very available. Her heart beat faster as heat swirled in her chest and spread out to her limbs. Did he have the heater on in here or what? “Mind if I open the window a crack?”

  “Go for it.” He chanced a quick glance her way. “Are you feeling okay? You look a little flushed.”

  “I’m fine.” She resisted the urge to fan herself. “Honest.”

  She eased the window down and savored the cool morning air. What in the world was up with her? Article or not, since when did she let a man get to her?

  In an effort to act normal, she said, “You wouldn’t believe how helpful your aunt has been. When I’m not at the hospital, she checks on Molly for me.”

  “I thought your ex was with her.”

  Kate shrugged. “He’s supposed to be, but he isn’t exactly reliable. And I don’t want Molly to feel like everyone has forgotten her. So Connie and a couple of the nurses promised to call if Chad decides that sitting with a sick kid isn’t for him.”

  “My aunt is very outgoing. She’d help anyone in need. No matter what.”

  Kate’s body tensed. Surely he wasn’t implying that she was taking advantage of the woman, was he?

  “I didn’t ask your aunt for anything—”

  “I’m sure you didn’t. She never had the opportunity to have a family of her own, and since I’m the only relative she has left, she likes to take in strays—”

  “Strays! I’m not a stray.” Kate glared at him. “I didn’t need to be taken in. Molly and I have been doing fine on our own.”

  He shifted in the driver’s seat. “I didn’t mean that like it sounded.”

  “And how did you mean it?” She wasn’t letting him off the hook that easily.

  “I just worry. My aunt has a history of taking in the wrong sort of people—people that take advantage of her naïveté. If you hadn’t noticed, my aunt goes through life with rose-colored glasses on. She can’t or won’t see the bad in people.”

  Actually Kate had noticed that his aunt was surprisingly trusting and friendly. Lucas didn’t seem interested in offering more about his aunt, and she didn’t want to probe any further.

  They pulled up in front of the hospital and Kate noticed Lucas’s shoulders tense as he scanned the area, most likely searching for more photographers. She followed his line of vision, but didn’t see anyone paying them the least bit of attention.

  “I’d better hurry. After I confirm some details about the fund-raiser with the billing department, I’m going to stick my head in and say good-morning to Molly before heading back to the house.”

  “Won’t your ex be with Molly?”

  She nodded. “But it isn’t like we’re mortal enemies.”

  “You aren’t?”

  “We’ll never be buddies or anything, but we can tolerate each other...at least for a minute or two.”

  “And you’re okay with him spending time with Molly after being gone so much of the time?”

  With anyone else, she wouldn’t get into this type of conversation, but something told her this was important to Lucas. “Letting Chad back into our lives is the last thing I want. But this isn’t about me. This is about Molly. And she wants him, so who am I to stand between them? But it doesn’t mean I trust him to stick around. Old dogs don’t learn new tricks, no matter how much they might want to at the moment.”

  Lucas gazed past her, as though lost in his thoughts.

  She got the distinct impression that his relationship with his ex wasn’t so amicable. But if that was the case, why was he alone in a dusty house of memories, pining for her? There were a lot of missing pieces to Lucas’s puzzle. And though she knew better—knew to keep her distance—she was intrigued by him. What was the real story behind New York City’s most eligible bachelor?

  CHAPTER NINE

  LIFE HAD KATE in the fast lane with no signs of things slowing down.

  A week had already passed since Lucas agreed to let her manage the repair work on the house. During that time, they’d fallen into a routine of morning coffee together followed by a late dinner when she got home from the hospital. Sometimes they ate in and sometimes he’d take her out. It was never anything fancy, a little off-the-beaten-path pizzeria or a mom-and-pop diner. She actually enjoyed the warm, inviting atmosphere more than if they’d gone to a high-class establishment where the point was more about being seen than having a relaxing dinner.

  But when it came to lunch, she was on her own. Today she didn’t have much of an appetite as she arrived at the hospital for an upcoming meeting with Molly’s surgeon. They were awa
iting test results to make sure the procedure was still an option. Kate had prayed long and hard that there wouldn’t be any further complications.

  “Kate, did you hear me?” Connie Carrington, Lucas’s kindhearted aunt, smiled at her from the other side of the table in the Hospitality Shop. “I said Lucas is lucky you happened into his life.”

  “I didn’t exactly stumble into his life. You had a big hand in that.”

  “I did, didn’t I?” The woman smiled broadly. Her bouncy personality didn’t quite jive with her prim and proper appearance. Her short silver hair was swept off to one side. Her smooth, porcelain complexion had just a hint of makeup and a pair of dark-rimmed glasses perched upon her petite nose.

  “You sound quite pleased with yourself.”

  “My nephew needed his eyes opened before that house collapsed around him. Thank you for making him see sense.”

  “I don’t think it was me as much as the dripping rainwater.”

  Connie reached across the table and patted her hand. “You, my dear, are good for him.”

  She highly doubted that. There was an undeniable vibe between them—more like a magnetic force. But he didn’t seem any more eager to explore their options than she was to get in any deeper. Experience had taught her that once they crossed that line, there would be no going back.

  “Regardless, I have a feeling the house is going to be a huge success. I just hope Lucas likes what I’ve done.”

  “I’m sure he will. It’s about time that boy lets go of the past and starts living again.”

  This was a prime opportunity to ask about Lucas’s history and the story behind that locked room at the end of the hall, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. She and Lucas were forging a friendship of sorts. If she was going to learn about his past, she wanted it to come from him. She didn’t want to sneak around behind his back.

  Connie sipped at her coffee and returned the cup to its saucer. “I meant to tell you that splashy headline in the paper was just the publicity we needed.”

  “It was?”

  Connie nodded. “Tickets are going fast. A little more of that free exposure and we should be able to sell out.”

  Kate lowered her voice. “So you think I should go along with Lucas’s idea to play the happy couple in hopes of gaining more publicity?”

  Connie reached out and gave her arm a squeeze. “I do. I really do.”

  “I...I don’t know.”

  “You’ve already started quite a buzz. People want to meet the mystery woman caught kissing the Bachelor of the Year. Many women have tried to capture my nephew’s attention, but few have ever turned his head. And after the divorce, he’s closed himself off. But you—you’re making a big difference—”

  “What difference would that be?” questioned a familiar male voice.

  Kate turned. Her face warmed, wondering how much he’d overheard.

  When neither of them replied, his searching gaze moved between the two of them. “Is it some big secret you’re sharing?”

  Kate’s heart pounded in her chest. She was a miserable liar. Her best defense was silence.

  Unable to look Lucas in the eye, she lowered her gaze. She noticed his sharp navy suit was tailored to show off his broad shoulders and tapered for his trim waist. Talk about fine packages. Even fully clothed he was definitely Mr. Oh-So-Sexy.

  Realizing that she was publicly ogling him, she reined in her thoughts. What was she doing lusting over him? He was here to be a supportive friend. If it weren’t for him and his aunt, she didn’t know where she’d be or how she’d take care of her daughter.

  Lucas and Connie made her feel as though she were no longer alone in this world.

  “Heavens, no. We don’t have any secrets.” Connie’s voice wobbled just a bit. “I was telling Kate that even though she isn’t doing the guest list and ticket sales that she’s making the biggest contribution by pulling together the venue.”

  “I agree. She’s doing a fantastic job.” Lucas gave her an approving nod. “The downstairs is all cleaned up and the painting has begun.” He smiled, causing the ever-present sadness in his blue eyes to disappear. She wished he looked like that all the time.

  “Now, if only the upstairs would go just as fast.” Kate finished off the last of her coffee.

  “I’m sure it’ll all come together.”

  Lucas’s belief in her abilities meant a great deal to her. And the fact he’d shown up today to show his support totally caught her off guard.

  She flashed him her best smile. “I’m so glad you decided to take me up on my offer to meet Molly. It’ll be a nice surprise for her. Wait until she finds out she has a special visitor. And I see the milkshake I ordered for her is waiting at the checkout.”

  “But I don’t have time—”

  “I’ll hurry.”

  Embarrassed by the way she’d nervously chattered nonstop, Kate rushed away. Just because he’d shown up didn’t mean she should read anything into his presence. Should she?

  * * *

  Before Lucas could explain that he was there to meet his aunt for their regular lunch, Kate was already across the room.

  With a resigned sigh, he sat down across from his aunt. “What’s going on here?”

  “Kate and I were just discussing the fund-raiser. I’m so glad you agreed to do it at the house. I know that must have been a difficult decision for you, but I’m really proud of you for making the right one. Kate hasn’t had many breaks. And at this moment in her life, she can use all of the help she can get.”

  His aunt might be far too trusting of people she barely knew and might always be looking for the good in everyone, but in this instance he thought she might actually be right. He’d observed Kate this past week, and though he’d given her plenty of chances to take advantage of him, whether by sloughing her work off on someone else or by sponging off him or by leaving him with the bulk of the housework, she’d been a stellar employee.

  He shifted positions on the hard plastic chair to get a better view of Kate’s slim figure as she stood at the checkout. She was a fine-looking woman. The man who’d walked away from her couldn’t be very smart. And best of all, she was as sweet on the inside as she was on the outside.

  He jerked his gaze back to his aunt. “And from what I understand, you’re helping Kate organize this fund-raiser.”

  Connie glanced at her wristwatch. “Of course. The girl needs someone to steer her in the right direction. Unless you’re offering to take over.”

  Lucas held up both hands. “Count me out. I’m no party planner. Besides, I have urgent matters to deal with at Carrington. The San Francisco project has hit a snag. More like a brick wall.”

  His aunt’s gaze narrowed in on him. “You aren’t thinking of skipping town, are you?”

  “Would that be so bad? Or don’t you trust Kate after all?”

  “I trust Kate. It’s you that worries me.”

  “Me. Why me?”

  “How long are you going to keep hiding and putting your life on hold? Why aren’t you fighting for custody of your little girl—”

  His voice lowered. “You know why. And I don’t want to discuss it any further.”

  He thought if anyone would understand his need to do this, his aunt would. She’d saved him from being a pawn between his arguing parents more than once. He wouldn’t do that to his daughter.

  “But you are missing so much of Carrie’s life—”

  “Leave it.” He fought back his rising temper. “I thought by agreeing to this fund-raiser, it’d make you happy.”

  His aunt’s gaze needled him. “You only get one go-around in this life and it goes by in the blink of an eye. Please don’t waste it.”

  His palm smacked the tabletop. “I’m not.”

  No matter how much he miss
ed his little girl, he had to put Carrie’s happiness above his own, something his parents had never done with him. And right now his ex-wife was hostile on the phone and argumentative in person. If only he could make her see reason.

  Connie got to her feet. “Kate’s finished checking out. You better hurry and catch up with her since you two have plans—”

  “But we don’t have plans. The only reason I’m here is because you insist we meet here for lunch once a week—even though I’ve offered repeatedly to take you anyplace you’d like.”

  “And you were late today. Now it’s time I got back to work.” Connie glanced in Kate’s direction. “She’s waiting for you. You don’t want to disappoint her, do you?”

  Before he could argue, his aunt walked away. His gaze immediately sought out the door, but Kate stood between him and the exit. He mentally ran through a list of excuses of why he had to leave. Each excuse sounded more pathetic than the last.

  He straightened his shoulders. Time to make a confession. He approached Kate, who was holding a tall cup with a lid and a straw. She’d understand everything once he explained about the mix-up. After all, misunderstandings happened all the time.

  She glanced up and a smile bloomed on her face. The color in her cheeks and the light in her eyes touched something deep inside him—a place that had felt dead up until now. He didn’t want her to stop smiling, not now...not ever.

  “Are you ready to go?” Kate motioned toward the door.

  He should speak up...explain that he’d only come here to visit with his aunt. That he had no intention of venturing into the pediatrics unit full of tiny humans—little ones like his Carrie. His mouth opened, but when Kate grabbed his hand, giving him a gentle tug, the words balled up in his throat. He glanced over his shoulder at Connie, but she wasn’t paying any attention as she took food orders from customers.

  His gut churned. He was backed into a corner with no easy way out. Maybe he could just say a fast “Hi” and then be on his way. In and out. Fast as can be.

  “I...I can’t stay long.”