“Did you say the rightful president?”
He nodded.
“Are you referring to Terrel’s father? Because if you are, he died five years ago.”
“No, I’m talking about Terrel’s older stepbrother, Joshua Montgomery.”
“Once again, Eli, you’re mistaken. Terrel doesn’t have an older brother. Not any longer anyway. Joshua Montgomery died after his father passed away.”
He shook his head. “Joshua Montgomery is still alive. Terrel and his evil mother, Lisa, had Joshua locked in a mental hospital the year after Adam Montgomery’s death. It’s true they told the press that Joshua died, but he’s not dead, I can assure you of that. I can even tell you in what hospital he’s being held prisoner.”
She leaned toward him, narrowing her eyes. “And how do you know that?”
“Because Joshua Montgomery is my father.”
She let out a small laugh and pushed her fingers through her hair, loosening the style she’d spent hours fixing it into earlier this evening. “If Joshua is in a mental hospital, when did he have time to reproduce?”
“I’m the bi-product of a nurse Joshua had an affair with.” He continued, his lips drawn tight. “Although my father was falsely put in a mental hospital and kept sedated, he was still considered a lady’s man.”
Her laughter grew. She stood, walking to the opening of the gazebo and wrapping her hand around the column. Eli followed. All she wanted was for him to leave so this crazy alcohol-induced dream would go away.
“Oh, Eli, what an imagination you have.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry, but I can’t believe any of this. If you’re seeking help, you’ve come to the wrong person.”
He touched her arm and she met his gaze. In the shadows, his eyes appeared spooky, sexy, and hypnotic. With him laying on that electrifying stare, she was certain he could seduce a nun. At the moment, she wanted to be that nun just to see him try. She shook the indecent thought from her mind. What was she thinking? He had no fashion sense at all. His hair didn’t even look combed. She couldn’t find that kind of man attractive. The alcohol was definitely working!
“No, Kenya. I don’t have the wrong person. I know you’ll help me. You’re the only one who can.”
“Why me?”
“Because you’re the closest person to Terrel.”
“What about his mother?”
“Lisa is as corrupt as her son. I’m not going to ask for her help. She’ll have me committed just like she had my poor father.”
Kenya leaned against the gazebo frame. “Eli, I’m going to be honest with you. The truth is I don’t want to help. Your story sounds great, and I’m sure my father would love to hear it and perhaps write a book out of it, but I don’t have time for this nonsense. I have more important things to do.”
“What’s more important than trying to get my father out of the mental institution and into the CEO chair where he belongs? Terrel doesn’t deserve that seat. Hell, he doesn’t even deserve his inheritance.”
She plopped her hands on her hips. “What makes you think that? Of course Terrel deserves it. Adam Montgomery was his father, for heaven’s sake.”
A grin came back to his oh-so-tempting mouth. He folded his arms across his massive chest. Hmm, what she’d give to run her hands over his muscles. She shook the thought away. She’d have to touch him … and his clothes. Eww.
“I hate to prove Terrel a liar, but he’s not Adam’s legitimate son. When Lisa married Adam twenty years ago, she had a four-year-old son from her first marriage. Lisa legally had Terrel’s name changed not too long afterward, which means Terrel isn’t Adam’s blood son.”
“Okay, that’s enough.” Her head pounded, the confusion overwhelming her. She placed her hands over her ears. His accusations were plaguing her own doubts about Terrel. She couldn’t have that. Not when the champagne wouldn’t let her think straight. “You’re slandering my future husband’s name and I won’t stand for it.” She marched down the gazebo stairs and pointed to the front of the house. “Please leave before I call security.”
Eli’s shoulders drooped and his sexy smile disappeared.
“Fine.” He slunk down the stairs, stopping in front of her. Up this close, his spicy cologne wafted inside her head, and the incredible scent made her want to sigh in pleasure. The hairs on his goatee appeared soft, and she wanted to run her hand over his chin to see how it felt. She fisted her hands tight to hide her reaction. She’d never wanted to do this with a bad boy before. Why now?
“I’ll leave,” he said, “but I’m not giving up in my pursuit for justice.” He touched her cheek. Once again, a healthy jolt of sensual power surged through her. Perhaps he was from another time. Why else would he set her body on fire this way?
“But will you do something for me?” He cocked his head. “Will you at least confront Terrel about his stepbrother and really study his reaction? Ask him about legally changing his name, and see what his answer is. Maybe then you’ll believe a little of what I’ve said.”
He leaned in closer and brushed his lips across her forehead. She held her breath. He’s going to attack me. But when he stepped back, relief washed over her. He privileged her with his sexy smile.
“It was nice to meet you, Kenya Whitaker. I’m glad to know my first impressions of you were incorrect.”
He turned to leave, but she stopped him, touching his powerfully muscular arm. “What do you mean by that?”
“I thought you would be the snobbish fiancée of the controlling Terrel Montgomery, but you’re nothing like I expected.” He chuckled. “In fact, I wonder even now how you and Terrel got together. I hope you don’t mind me saying you deserve better. You should have a man who’ll love you unconditionally, and not for the prestige your family’s name will bring him.”
Before she could ask him what he’d meant, Eli stepped away and into the shadows. She hesitated a moment as his comment ran through her mind. What did he mean? She rushed to where she’d seen him last and glanced around the yard. He’d disappeared. She scrunched her forehead. No, he couldn’t have just vanished. Yet where was he and why couldn’t she see him?
She took in a fortifying breath, moving toward the house. Tomorrow she’d realize this was all a dream. Funny, but she’d never had such weird dreams before. Definitely the champagne.
Her father would get a big kick out of this when she told him. Hopefully, Terrel would think it was just as silly, too.
Two
“Good morning, Mary Sunshine.” George beamed as Kenya walked into her shop the next morning. He shook his head. “Boy, oh, boy, honey, look at you. Damn if I haven’t seen anything sexier in my life.” He whistled. “I’ve never known skin tight jeans and heels to go so well with a regular cotton white shirt and Levi jacket. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were some biker’s babe.”
She groaned and held her head, trying to keep it from blasting apart from the noise. Taking cautious steps into her office, she walked behind her desk. She slumped in the chair and pushed her sunglasses back to protect her eyes.
“George? Will you cease the sexist remarks for the remainder of this afternoon? Also, will you please close the blinds? It’s making my headache worse.”
Her assistant laughed and did as she requested, then came up behind her and massaged her neck. “Did you tie one too many on last night?”
“You could say that,” she grumbled. “Plus, my induced state gave me the weirdest dreams, and it kept my mind awake most of the night.”
“Oh, I’m sorry, honey. Do you want George to fix you one of his famous Espresso’s with a touch of Vodka?”
“No. I’m swearing off liquor forever.” She reached up, grabbed George’s hand, and moved him to where she could see him. “But you can tell me what in the hell has you so cheerful this morning.”
He covered his hand over his mouth and giggled. For a gay man, he was certainly happy all the time. His forty-year-old body was as lean as most twenty-year-olds. He had a spunk
y personality, which contributed to his colorful taste in wild clothes, and of course, the matching glasses he had with every outfit. But, he was a brilliant assistant and wonderful friend, so she excused everything else.
He cocked his head. “Guess who popped in this morning?”
“Who?”
“Miss Tina LaRoussè.” He flipped his hand through the air and lifted his nose high. “She pranced in here like she owned the place.” Demonstrating, he copied Tina’s little walk, even swung his arm the way Tina did.
“Are you serious?” Kenya sat up in her chair. “What did she want?”
“She didn’t say for sure, but I think she wanted to take a peek at your wedding dress.”
“You didn’t show her, did you?”
“Do you take me for a fool? The only thing I want to show that woman is the door.”
She exhaled, sinking into her chair. “Thank you. Last night she was at Lisa’s party, and Lisa suggested I look at Tina’s portfolio. Apparently, Tina has a killer designer wedding dress Lisa has flipped over.”
“Has Lisa seen your design?”
“No, and I want to keep it that way. I don’t want anyone to see it until my wedding day.”
George slapped his hand on his hip. “You go, girl.”
Kenya laughed. “George, have I told you lately what a great asset you are to my company?”
“Not so far today.”
She leaned forward on the desk. “Well, you are. If I could give you a raise, I would.”
He displayed a cheesy grin. “You just might do that anyway. After Tina left, I received five calls from women who’d been at your party last night. Honey, they loved your evening gown creation, and they all ordered one.”
Kenya’s smile grew along with her headache. “This is great news.”
“The best.”
The bells on the front door rang announcing a customer. George excused himself and hurried to greet the person.
Kenya drummed her fingers on the desktop as her thoughts moved to the comical events that had taken place last night—or more specifically, that strange dream. It had to be a dream, even though she could still smell Eli’s sexy scent and remembered the tingles that had danced throughout her body. But no, it wasn’t real. Why else would the man just disappear like he’d done and right before her eyes?
But he’d brought up some interesting facts about the Montgomery family; facts Terrel should have told her by now. Why hadn’t her fiancé informed her of his older brother? Was he purposely hiding something from her? She should take Eli’s advice and ask Terrel questions. She didn’t want to act suspicious … yet she’d die from curiosity if she didn’t find out what the hell was going on.
Grumbling, she picked up the phone and dialed Terrel’s number. After three rings, his secretary answered. “Hello, Betty, this is Kenya. Is Terrel around?”
“No, he’s held up in one of his meetings.”
Kenya sighed. “Yes, I should have known.”
“Is there something I can do for you?”
“Yes.” She paused, debating whether or not to ask. “Betty? How long have you been Terrel’s secretary?”
“I’ve been employed with Montgomery’s Aisle for almost five years.”
Kenya’s heart sank. “Oh, so you didn’t know his father?”
“No, I’m sorry to say I didn’t get that privilege. Why?”
“Just wondering.” She let out a deep sigh. “Can you have Terrel call me when he’s free?”
“I sure will.”
“Thanks, Betty.” Kenya placed the receiver on the cradle and dropped her head in her hands. What was wrong with her? It was a dream … wasn’t it? Eli, a dream; a figment of her imagination—and boy, what an imagination she must have because he was one good-looking man, especially since he didn’t have a lick of fashion sense. But then, it was dark out and she was slightly intoxicated.
Growling, she massaged her head. Her problem was lack of affection from her fiancé. Why else would she imagine a man like Eli who was totally opposite in what she wanted in a man? She’d have to do some serious convincing so Terrel would find time for her. It had been so long. Why hadn’t he touched her? Had her body suddenly repulsed him?
She hurried and called Lucinda, Lisa Montomery’s housekeeper to find out if she knew Joshua. Unfortunately, Lucinda and the other servants had been hired on after Joshua and Adam’s deaths.
Kenya pushed away from the desk and stood, stretching her arms above her head as she worked out last night’s kinks. Taking caution, she removed her sunglasses and squinted through the slightly darkened room.
Rubbing her forehead, she walked into the bathroom to splash some water on her face, but from out in the lobby came a man’s deep laughter. She froze.
It couldn’t be.
She hurried toward the very sound causing tingles to dance across her skin. Stopping inside her office door, she stared at the customer her assistant helped. Standing in front of a full-length mirror with George draping different colored sample cloths over his shoulder, was none other than the man of her crazy dream.
What is he doing here? Anger welled up from the pit of her stomach, and she barely managed to bite back the frustrated scream that rose in her throat. How did he know where she worked? He must have followed her. He probably stayed outside her apartment last night and trailed her this morning.
She stood still while George fawned over the very handsome dream-like vision in her shop. Eli actually looked sexier today than he did last night. Was it because she could see him in the light? Yet Eli was dressed exactly as she remembered, except he wore a pair of outdated sandals. She rolled her eyes. Gads, they didn’t even match his clothes!
Eli laughed at George’s sense of humor, which made the so-called future-man’s eyes twinkle. Sexy as hell. She certainly didn’t believe his time-travel story, but then, what was his purpose? And how did he get her father’s ring? Perhaps she should find out what he really wanted.
Eli’s eyes moved in the reflection of the mirror and met hers. His heated gaze traveled over the length of her. He smiled in that knee-quaking way of his. A sexual tremor ran through her and her heart skipped a beat. She cursed the strange reaction. Indigestion. It had to be indigestion.
George must have noticed Eli’s distraction, because he looked over his shoulder at Kenya. Her assistant placed his hands on his hips and marched over to her, his mouth pulled in a pout.
“Why didn’t you tell me your cousin was in town?”
“What?” she asked, but already knew the answer.
Eli stepped away from the mirror and came toward her. “Now George,” he began, but kept his gaze on her. “I told you not to get after her.” He walked up to her and stopped. His grin widened. “Hi, cuz.”
She’d play along. After all, she had to find out his story. She couldn’t stop the sudden tug on her lips as they lifted. “Eli.”
“Now, girl.” George huffed. “I want to know why you’d let your cousin walk around town looking like he’d just been dumped off the farm truck.” He turned and picked at Eli’s black shirt as if it were a rag. “I mean just look at him. This man should not be wearing such filth, especially since he’s related to you.”
She couldn’t tear her gaze away from Eli’s incredible emerald eyes. “Well, George, I just found out last night he was in town, which is why I told him to come to the shop today. I knew you’d be able to help him pick something out that’s more presentable to wear in public.”
Eli’s eyes widened, and she held in her laugh. Eli glanced quickly over George’s attire, and a deep blush stained the future-man’s cheeks. Red was his color.
“Actually,” Eli countered as he swung his gaze back to her, “I thought you could help me go shopping.” He withdrew a card from his back pocket. “I have Daddy’s credit card today.”
She pulled a strip of material off his shoulder. The warmth from his body was still on the fabric, as was his sexy scent. “I guess I can take off a few hours
to go shopping.” Besides, how else was she going to get to know him?
George elbowed her in the ribs. “Now don’t disappoint me, honey. You better bring him back looking like Mel Gibson.”
Kenya couldn’t hold back her laugh this time. “Oh, I’ll try. Just let me grab my purse.” She walked into her office, picked up her purse and keys, then side-by-side, she and Eli left the shop.
He didn’t say a word until they reached her car, and it was just to say, “Here, let me open the door for you.”
She allowed him to take her keys, and when his fingers brushed by hers, her heart fluttered again. She tried ignoring the feeling when he opened her door, and then like a gentleman, he closed it after she climbed in. She waited until he was in and had his seat belt on before speaking.
“I’m surprised to see you today.”
He looked at her. “Why? I told you I wouldn’t give up.”
She chuckled and started the car. “I thought I had dreamed it all last night.”
“Oh, really?” He leaned closer. Her gaze fell to his lips as they curled into a grin. “Is that why you called Lisa’s housekeeper and asked about Adam and Joshua Montgomery in your office?”
She sucked in a quick breath. “How did you know?”
“I overheard.” He reached up to his ear and took out a hearing aide. “George was talking my ear off, but I had my hearing device tuned into your office.”
Her cheeks heated, so she looked away. “Okay, I’ll confess, although I thought last night was a dream, you did bring up some good points that made me want to ask questions.”
His finger stroked her chin, turning her face to his. Her heart seemed to jump to her throat. Damn his sexuality.
“I take it you didn’t find any answers,” he asked.
“No.”
“Don’t give up. We’ll find them.”
“No, we won’t. Listen, Eli, I still don’t believe you’re from the future.”
He shrugged. “Then who am I and how did I get your father’s ring?”
“Wish I knew.”
He chuckled and sat back in his seat. “For now, let’s just pretend we’re cousins.” He gave her a wink.
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