Sapphire Attraction (The Drakes of California)

by Zuri Day

  “Hi, Quinn. Come on in.”

  “Thanks.” She stepped inside, taking in the decor as they left the foyer and walked down a short hall. They turned right into a living room with two-story ceilings and huge windows that brought nature inside. “You have a very nice home. I love the windows.” Walking farther into the room, she turned and asked him, “All of this for just you?”

  “All by my lonesome.”

  “I’m sure that’s not entirely true.” She held out a bag. “With you fixing dinner, I figured I’d buy the wine.”

  “That wasn’t necessary, but it was very nice of you. Thanks.”

  “I didn’t know what you were fixing. I hope cabernet is okay.”

  “It’s perfect. Come on back. We’re having pasta, and it’s not quite ready.”

  “You’re inviting me into your kitchen? I don’t know, Ike. I’m pretty much allergic to that room.”

  “You don’t cook?” Quinn shook her head. “Anything?”

  “Nothing.”

  “That’s crazy.”

  “It’s how I grew up. Dad always had a cook and then there was boarding school. At college there was a cook for our house. I guess it’s my normal.”

  “Have a seat. Wait, first, can you get a couple wineglasses from that cabinet?” Quinn walked to where he’d pointed. “The wine opener is in the drawer beneath it, and yes, I’d like a glass.”

  “Okay.” Quinn brought the glasses and bottle over to a grand island that dominated the kitchen. She sat on one of two stools on the side away from where Ike prepared dinner, and ran a hand over the shiny countertop. “This is beautiful, Ike. What is it?”

  “Copper.”

  “Wow, nice. Granite or marble is almost all you see these days. I like that this is different.”

  “Thank you.”

  “How’d you discover that you liked cooking?”

  “It started in college. Basic stuff that you opened and mixed. Frozen dinners. Microwave. At one point some friends and I moved into an apartment. The girl I dated at the time knew how to cook. I’d hang out with her while she was preparing dinner and little by little I’d pick things up. Over time I discovered I liked it.”

  “I never would have imagined you in the kitchen.”

  “What did you think of me initially, besides being a jerk?”

  “I thought you were kind of geeky. I don’t mean that in a bad way.”

  “I don’t take that in a bad way. Geeks are some of the wealthiest, most successful people in the world.”

  “Then, when I saw you at the trial, in the suit, it was more the corporate businessman image. You remind me of my dad.”

  “Just his good qualities, right?”

  “You wish, but, um, no.”

  “Ha! I was afraid that would be your answer.”

  “It’s a certain air that many executives have. You’re used to bossing people around and having things run the way you want them. Dad would do that at home as well as in the office. But since working at your company, I’ve seen other sides that aren’t so bad.”

  “Gee, thanks.”

  “You’re welcome. What about me? What are some of the rumors going around about me?”

  “I don’t hang out, per se, so I haven’t heard a lot of them. One is that you were a runaway bride.”

  “That’s the word, huh?”

  “No, I’m exaggerating a bit. But it is being said that you broke up with a guy not long before the planned wedding.”

  “That’s not rumor. That’s truth. He wasn’t who he said he was, and I wasn’t going to lose myself just to save face.”

  “Good answer.”

  “What else?”

  “You already know about the spoiled, rich part.” Ike lowered the heat on the stove’s contents, picked up his glass and leaned against the counter. “I’m less interested about rumor and more about who you really are.”

  “Okay. Shoot.”

  “Why did you move here?”

  “To help my grandmother. She’s dealing with a couple medical issues and needs support, of the moral kind, mainly. Another reason is the breakup. Planning the wedding was stressful—dealing with his family and protocol and the public facade was a lot. After the scandal of a public breakup, I needed to retreat from the spotlight. I’d forgotten how slow it is here, though. Not sure I can give Grandmother the year that I promised.”

  “You were living in Paris?”

  “Yes.”

  “Paradise Cove is not Paris.”

  “At all.”

  “That’s a huge change.”

  “Yes, it is. You’ve never thought of living somewhere else?”

  “I like living here. Excitement, if I need it, is a plane ride away. Aside from work, mine is a fairly laid-back lifestyle. You probably can’t imagine that.”

  “I’m getting a taste of it now.”

  “How do you like it so far?”

  “Honestly? I’m about to go crazy.”

  Ike laughed out loud. “Well, there’s no need to go there hungry. Food’s ready. Let’s eat.”

  After settling down at the table in the informal dining room, Quinn picked up the conversation. “I can’t believe you cooked this, Ike. It’s delicious.”

  “Thank you.”

  “Even the sauce tastes fresh.”

  “It is.”

  “You made the sauce?” He nodded. “I’m impressed. It’s really good, like restaurant quality.”

  “I’m glad you’re enjoying it.”

  Quinn took a couple more bites before stopping to sip some water. “You know my story. I’m the runaway bride. What about you? What, why are you smiling?”

  “I was thinking earlier that we probably had nothing in common. But just now it hit me that I’m practically the runaway groom.”

  “You ended an engagement?”

  “I ended a relationship that lasted for a very long time.”

  “Was it the woman at the golf tournament, the one watching our every move from across the street?”

  “Yes. Her name is Audrey.”

  “How long were you two together?”

  “Off and on for ten years.”

  “Jeez. That is a long time to discover that you don’t like someone.”

  “It wasn’t that. I like her just fine. I just didn’t love her in the way I felt a husband should his wife.”

  “And what way is that?”

  “Totally. Completely. Forever.”

  He said this and it was as if the air changed. Energy shifted. Quinn looked at him, absorbing the words, her wineglass half lifted to her mouth. The mouth grabbed his attention, her lips colored with the wine, slightly parted, just enough for his tongue to slip inside. Sounds of a sexy saxophone drifted across the table. The moment only lasted a few seconds. And forever at the same time.

  “I’m curious to get your thoughts on the report.”

  “Report?”

  “Yes, the one you came over to discuss?”

  “Oh, yes, right. The report.”

  “You forgot.”

  Quinn’s eyes traveled from his eyes to his lips and back. “For a moment, yes. I did.”

  What she hadn’t forgotten was what Trent had shared about the Drakes’ silent partner. Her mind was in turmoil over what to do. If she mentioned it, Ike would know that she’d discussed what was confidential with someone outside the company. If she remained silent, she’d never know whether or not the Drakes had made an informed choice to partner with criminals. Not now, she finally decided. She wasn’t ready and needed more information.

  Reaching for a napkin, she patted her lips and began. “Overall it seemed pretty standard. It appears the company did a very thorough job. I also pulled up a co
uple of similar reports online, not on the Compliance building, but on the financial district. The research results were pretty much all in line.” She spent several minutes sharing thoughts on growth capacity and market strategies. “Regarding the Compliance National building, at least, your information is detailed, comprehensive and complete.”

  Ike nodded but said nothing.

  “That’s what you wanted, right—my take on the report?”

  “Yes.”

  “Okay. You didn’t say anything, so I wasn’t sure.”

  “I was just absorbing what you said. Thank you. Those are some very valid observations.” He peered at her closely. “Anything else?”

  A moment’s hesitation and then, “No. That’s it.”

  “I appreciate your feedback.”

  “No problem.”

  “Were you that nervous about sharing your opinion? You seem relieved.”

  “No, reviewing the report was oddly enjoyable, with much I’d learned and thought forgotten coming back like that.” She snapped her fingers.

  “Good. Over the next couple weeks, I’ll keep that in mind. In case there’s more to review.”

  Conversation flowed much easier after that. Quinn accepted Ike’s offer of gelato for dessert. Shortly after they finished it, her grandmother called.

  “Gotta run?”

  “Yes,” Quinn answered, reaching for her purse and standing. “I’m sure she’s wondered where I’ve been and will be full of questions.”

  “She’s a good woman, your grandmother.”

  “Yes. She is.”

  They reached the front door.

  “Thanks for dinner, Ike. It was really good. Your home is lovely and you’re a fine host.”

  “It was my pleasure. Thanks for taking the time to read the report and share your findings.”

  “You’re welcome. Could you ever have imagined that day after the wreck that I’d be in your home having a civil conversation?”

  “Not at all. Just goes to show you...anything’s possible.”

  He couldn’t go another second without touching her. Reaching out, he pulled her into a warm yet brief embrace. Any longer and his body would have made the fierce attraction he felt very clear. Watching her car pull out of his driveway, he knew one thing for sure—it wouldn’t be the last time he held her.

  Chapter 14

  The next evening, Quinn arrived at the Drake Community Center for the company birthday dinner for Ike Drake Sr. While working at their office she’d mostly kept to herself, and now she felt a bit awkward attending a company event. The thought of being in a room full of Drakes was unnerving. What she’d withheld from Ike last night caused further stress. But after being reminded by both Ike and Lydia that her presence was expected, she had no choice but to spread her social butterfly wings and attend.

  Lydia had also reminded her that clients, vendors and others would be there. So Quinn stepped into the center’s expertly transformed dining area looking to see a familiar face. She did. Directly in her line of sight was an elegantly dressed and smiling Jennifer Drake, beckoning her forward.

  “Jennifer,” she said with outstretched hand. “How nice to see you again. I’m Margaret Newman’s granddaughter, Quinn—”

  “Taylor. I know who you are, Quinn Taylor. It’s wonderful to see you, too, looking stunning as always.”

  “Thank you. I love that jumpsuit. It looks classy but comfy—reminds me of a Chai design.”

  Jennifer raised a brow. “Very good eye. I’m impressed. Not too many know of her. It’s from her upcoming resort collection.”

  “How are you wearing it now?”

  “Connections, darling.” Jennifer winked and offered a wave to someone across the room. “One of my dear friends is related to Chai’s husband. Every now and then she’ll send me something she’s whipped up, to get my feedback or just because. When this arrived, I loved it immediately and simply couldn’t wait until spring to show it off.”

  “Nor should you. That shade of tan and the linen fabric works for every season of the year.”

  “A real fashionista. I knew when you walked into the ballroom that night that we’d get along.”

  Quinn made a face. “Ah, yes. My grand entrance into Paradise Cove.”

  Jennifer chuckled. “I must admit you made quite a splash. I assume that was your intention.”

  “The designer is a friend of mine and I love the dress. When I put it on, I thought it was hella sexy!” Jennifer laughed again. “But...this is a small town, mine is a new face and tongues wagged.”

  “That they did. Your attendance definitely added sizzle to what can sometimes be a rather stuffy affair.”

  “Always willing to do my part.”

  “How is your time at the company going? Is everyone treating you okay?”

  “The time could go more quickly, but I have no complaints.”

  “Not cut out for the corporate life?”

  “I’m not sure what I’m cut out for, besides causing controversy. I seem to be good at that.”

  “Sometimes a little controversy is the spice of life. Takes you out of your comfort zone. Lets you know what you’re made of. Ah, here comes someone whose life could use a little shaking up.” Jennifer waved at someone behind Quinn. “But not too much,” she leaned forward and whispered. “His heart couldn’t take it. Hi, darling.”

  Quinn turned as Ike reached them. “Hello, Mother.” He pulled her into an embrace. “Good evening, Quinn.”

  “Hi, Ike.” Quinn leaned in for a hug, as well. He caught her shoulders with his hands, tightened his arms to prevent her forward progress and then leaned in to give an illusory embrace. What was up with the guy? It was just a hug, for heaven’s sake. She turned back and caught a glimpse of Jennifer. Her eyes twinkled. Quinn thought she saw an almost imperceptible wink before her eyes went over Quinn’s right shoulder once again.

  “Hello, everyone.”

  Quinn looked to her right. What was up with the funky hug became clear as she watched a woman pull Ike in for a hug. He returned the embrace. Their eyes met. What was the message she saw in his eyes? An apology perhaps? Who knew? Who cared?

  “Hello, Jennifer.” Another hug.

  “Audrey, always a pleasure.”

  She turned to Quinn with hand outstretched. “Hi. Audrey Ross.”

  “Quinn.”

  “Quinn Taylor, correct?”

  “That’s me.”

  “My mom is good friends with your grandmother. Her name is Hillary Ross. Have you met her?”

  “No, but I haven’t been here long or met many people.”

  “How long will you be visiting?”

  “I’ve moved here.”

  “Really?” Quinn noticed Audrey’s practiced smile slip a bit. “I would think this town too small for someone like you.”

  “For the moment, it’s just the right size.”

  Audrey casually slipped her arm through Ike’s, causing him to turn from the associate with whom he was speaking. “Yes, Audrey?”

  “Did you know that Quinn is not a visitor, but our town’s newest resident?”

  “Yes, I did.”

  “Since when do you know PC news before me?” She turned to Quinn. “I must be slacking. But you know, your timing may be favorable. Ike’s younger brother is probably around your age and is about to receive his doctorate. Ike, when is Julian coming home?”

  “I’m not sure.”

  “Whenever he arrives, introducing him to this young lady should be at the top of our list.”

  Ike’s gaze went from Audrey to Quinn and back. “Okay.”

  Quinn understood his rather neutral response. She remembered last night, and the hug, and knew Ike remembered, too. What other answer could he have given?


  Audrey’s behavior was that of a woman clearly still in love with her ex. Quinn actually felt for her. Ten years was a long time to be in a relationship. How did one go from being in love to being just friends? Quinn knew one way to help the situation was to remove herself from it. Drama was something she didn’t need.

  “Jennifer, it was good to see you again.”

  “Good to see you, too, Quinn. Give your grandmother my best.”

  “I will.” She looked briefly at Ike and Audrey. “Bye, guys.”

  Quinn saw the senior Drake and headed toward him. Her plan was to wish him a happy birthday and make a quiet exit. She wasn’t even an employee and now questioned why she’d agreed to come in the first place. She waited until the man with Ike Sr. finished his greeting, but before she could reach him, a woman she’d seen at the office and believed was Ike Sr.’s executive assistant handed him a cordless microphone.

  “Good evening, Drake Realty Plus and friends.” Chatter began to diminish as those who heard turned toward him. “If I could have everyone’s attention, please. Everyone includes you, Terrell.”

  “Oh, sorry, Dad!” Terrell yelled amid the laughter.

  “As long as all that yapping continues to bring us business, I’ll cut you some slack. But just a little.”

  Ike Sr. laughed at his own joke as loudly as everyone else, clearly enjoying himself.

  “I just wanted to take a moment and thank you all for coming out to help celebrate my birthday. The older I get, the less I take being another year older for granted. And the more I appreciate all of you, and understand how fortunate I am to work with such a fine group of individuals as those gathered here tonight. That gratitude begins with my family, my sons Ike and Terrell—my son Warren couldn’t be here. He wants me to believe he’s working—” Ike Sr. used air quotes “—at his vineyard, his ranch. Yeah, likely story, right? He’s probably working on opening a bottle of beer.

  “All kidding aside, folks...it’s probably a can.”

  More laughter and comments thrown out here and there.

  “I’m not sure what I did to deserve it, but even the mayor has graced us with his presence. Mayor Niko Drake, everybody!”