Her Tycoon Hero

by Narelle Atkins

  Cassie Beaumont Believes in Second Chances

  Set on proving to everyone that she’s no longer a party girl, Cassie is focused on her career as an event planner. But her dad’s top executive, Ryan Mitchell, proves to be a handsome distraction. Especially when someone from Cassie’s wild past tries to get her tangled in the life she’s worked hard to escape.

  Ryan is taken with his boss’s beautiful daughter. But having been fooled by a brother who ran in her same circles, he is slow to trust. When Cassie’s newfound faith works its way into his heart, Ryan soon finds he wants to claim both her faith and Cassie as his own.

  “The bays are beautiful.”

  “Dad always wanted to learn to sail. When he retired he bought a yacht and ten acres near the water.”

  Her eyes lit up. “I love sailing, although I haven’t been out on the harbor in ages.”

  He gazed into her striking eyes, the same color as her stunning blue dress. No wonder she was the first person he’d noticed when he arrived at the party.

  “I’d like to be out on the water every weekend,” he said, “and I’ve just brought my yacht back from Port Stephens.”

  “You have a yacht.” She shuffled closer to him as the crowd pressed in behind her.

  “She’s a little beauty and sails like the wind.” He leaned forward so she could hear him above the party chatter. “I’m taking her out on the harbor next weekend. Come with me.”

  “Why?” Surprise filled her voice.

  “Why not? You love sailing and my yacht needs a run on the harbor.” He held her gaze, giving her a big smile. “It’ll be fun.”

  Books by Narelle Atkins

  Love Inspired Heartsong Presents

  Falling for the Farmer

  The Nurse’s Perfect Match

  The Doctor’s Return

  Her Tycoon Hero

  NARELLE ATKINS

  lives in Canberra, Australia, with her husband and children. Her love of romance novels was inspired by her grandmother’s extensive collection. After discovering inspirational romances, she decided to write stories of faith and romance. A regular at her local gym, she also enjoys traveling and spending time with family and friends.

  Narelle Atkins

  Her Tycoon Hero

  Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone.

  Forgive as the Lord forgave you.

  —Colossians 3:13

  For my husband, Jay, who has believed in this story for a long time and is my biggest supporter.

  You’re my hero and an inspiration to me. I love you.

  I appreciate the help and support I’ve received from many people during the writing of this book.

  Mary Hawkins, my lovely mentor and dear friend who provided invaluable feedback on this story.

  Susan Diane Johnson and Stacy Monson, my wonderful critique partners.

  Many thanks to Laura O’Connell for her insightful critiques. I also thank the many contest judges who generously gave their time to provide helpful feedback and encouragement on earlier versions of this story.

  I thank my reader friends for their helpful feedback and support: Jen B, Lisa B, Raylee B, Karinne C, Tracey H, Daniela M, Heather M and Merlyn S. Thanks also to my father-in-law, Kerry, for providing research opportunities and advice on the sailing scenes. Any errors are mine.

  A special thank-you to my editor, Kathy Davis, and the team at Harlequin.

  Contents

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 1

  Everything was in place for her sister’s engagement party.

  Cassie Beaumont pulled out a stool from under the granite counter in a quiet corner of her father’s enormous kitchen, resting her weary body on the cushioned seat. Platters of gourmet appetizers filled the kitchen and the large round table in the breakfast nook. She’d given the caterers detailed instructions and they were ahead of schedule, preparing additional food at the island in the center of the kitchen. Everything was going brilliantly. Dad and Laura should be happy.

  She twisted a lock of blond hair around her finger and glanced at the time illuminated on the microwave oven. Eight-fifteen. Guests had started arriving at eight.

  The aroma of mini quiches fresh from the oven stirred her appetite. She’d only eaten a muesli bar for lunch, squeezed in between appointments. Her feet ached from rushing around at the hotel. Fridays were always hectic and today had been no exception. Snatching a few minutes to rest her feet felt like a precious gift.

  Her father strode through the busy kitchen, coming to a halt a few feet in front of her. “Cassandra, I’ve been looking for you everywhere.”

  She clenched her fists and tipped up her chin, pasting a smile on her face. What had she done wrong this time? “What’s up?”

  John frowned, shoving his hands in the pockets of his conservative gray suit and lowering his voice. “Laura and Greg are expecting a big turnout. Do you have enough staff?”

  “It’s all organized.” She’d made sure he would have no reason to worry. She’d scrutinized all the arrangements, leaving nothing to chance.

  His gaze swept over his spacious kitchen. “Have you ordered enough food?”

  She pointed to the trays of canapés lined up on the nearby table, keeping her tone even. “There’s a mountain of food ready to be served. I have it all under control.” Thankfully her competent catering staff couldn’t overhear their conversation.

  “I expect this party to be perfect.” An icy tone permeated his low voice.

  “It will be.” She held his gaze, refusing to be intimidated. She’d worked hard to pull this party together. Why couldn’t he acknowledge her efforts with a thank-you?

  He leaned back against the counter and crossed his arms. “I told Laura she should have hired a professional party planner.”

  “And what am I?” Pain flooded her heart and old insecurities resurfaced. Her professional role as an events manager for a five-star Sydney hotel wasn’t good enough for him. What would it take to convince him she’d changed? She was twenty-six years old and no longer the unreliable daughter with a drinking problem.

  “I offered to pay top dollar for the right person.” He smoothed back the few remaining strands of gray hair on his balding head. “Instead I find you in the kitchen worrying about food.”

  “Dad, I’m Laura’s maid of honor. She asked me to organize her party and it will be a big success.”

  He snorted. “We’ll see. At least you’re not drinking on the job.”

  Her jaw fell slack, his stinging words further damaging their fragile relationship. Did he want to push her away and out of his life forever?

  She sucked in a deep breath, determined to prove him wrong. “I haven’t had a drink in nearly two years and my faith helps me to stay on track. Why can’t you believe me when I tell you I’m a different person now?”

  “That’s what your grandmother used to say.”

  She stood, placing her hands on her hips. “I’m not like Grandma.”

  “She went to church every
week and it never did her any good.”

  “I’m dealing with my problems.” Her grandmother had struggled for many years with alcoholism and liver disease.

  “You don’t need religion. You just need someone to keep you in line.”

  Like a husband. His unspoken words cut open another raw wound. She straightened her spine, standing taller. “I’m doing okay on my own.”

  “Why can’t you settle down like your sister?” His voice softened. “Is that too much to ask?”

  She looked away, realizing she’d failed him again by her inability to find an appropriate man who met with his approval.

  He uncrossed his arms and moved closer. “Why don’t you stop hiding in the kitchen and mingle with Greg and Laura’s friends? There must be a few good prospects here tonight.”

  She stepped back, frowning. Did he mean Ryan Mitchell, his right-hand man at JB Management? Had Laura been talking to Dad behind her back? “I’m capable of finding my own dates and I don’t need help from you or anyone else.”

  He looked down his nose and let out an exasperated sigh. “I hear you loud and clear. I really hope this religious conversion of yours fixes your problems, but you’d better not screw up tonight.” He threw his hands in the air and stormed out of the kitchen.

  Her father’s anger tore at her heart. Cassie took a deep breath and counted to ten. Please Lord, give me patience.

  She placed her trembling palms flat on the kitchen counter and blinked away her impending tears. Her family didn’t share her faith, and her difficult relationship with her father had deteriorated after she made the life-changing decision to become a Christian eighteen months ago.

  She sucked in a steadying breath. Dad wanted to provide the best possible engagement party for Laura, his perfect daughter. She didn’t begrudge her sister’s close relationship with their father, but how could she improve her own relationship with him when they couldn’t manage to hold a civil conversation for five minutes? Her head hurt from hammering it against the unbreakable wall between them.

  She’d had enough. Tomorrow she would update her résumé and apply for a position in North Queensland. The job—an executive events manager at an exclusive island resort—appealed to her for many reasons. Sunshine, sandy beaches and days spent diving around the reefs. What more could she want?

  Cassie stared at her younger sister’s engagement cake. Would she ever meet the right man? She prayed for a husband who shared her faith and prioritized family over work. A man of honor and integrity, the exact opposite of Sean.

  She shuddered, thankful she’d escaped Sean’s maze of lies.

  Additional waiters arrived. Satisfied with progress on the catering front, she exited the kitchen to check out the party.

  Her high heels tapped on the tiled floor as she strode into the spacious living room of her father’s waterfront mansion. A large number of the one hundred invited guests mingled indoors while a few others braved the cooler evening temperatures on the balcony.

  Cassie gazed through a panoramic window, admiring the multimillion-dollar views of the city skyline and Sydney Harbour Bridge. Fairy lights strung around the gazebo next to the pool lit up the immaculate gardens in a soft glow.

  Regret tainted her pleasure. She rarely visited her father’s home and she’d already broken her promise to Laura by arguing with Dad. Would she ever learn to control her tongue?

  The soothing tones of the hired jazz quartet lifted her spirits. If she avoided her father for the rest of the evening, everything should be okay.

  Her sister had enough to worry about tonight. Top of her list would be wondering if their divorced parents could peacefully coexist at the party.

  She scanned the room and did a double take when she spotted her parents standing together. Her father made a comment and her mother laughed with him.

  Wow. But could it last?

  Cassie strolled through the open French doors and onto the balcony, looking for Laura. The breeze off the harbor cooled her bare arms and her new sapphire-blue evening gown swirled around her calves.

  She stumbled on the pavers as she negotiated her way down the steps to the landscaped gardens. At least her ankle didn’t collapse. A few years ago she’d worn flimsy high-heeled sandals on a regular basis, often with disastrous consequences. She needed to take more care, although her sobriety made a big difference.

  Her sister stood in the gazebo, her sleek dark brown hair flowing loose around her shoulders. Surrounded by friends, she held her left hand in the air and showed off her large diamond solitaire engagement ring. The joy on Laura’s face spoke volumes about her love for her future husband.

  A twinge of envy filled Cassie. She stamped out her uncharitable thoughts when Laura waved and raced over to her.

  “Has Ryan arrived yet?” Laura asked. “I’m dying to introduce you to him.”

  Cassie rolled her eyes. “How would I know?”

  “Maybe he’s inside.” Laura tilted her head sideways. “Greg said he was snowed under with work.”

  “I’m sure Ryan will turn up soon.” He sounded like a younger version of Dad, boring and obsessed with work. Not her type.

  “He’d better, considering he’s going to be the best man at our wedding.”

  “Stop fretting. You’re supposed to be enjoying a fun night.”

  “Okay, but I know you’ll like Ryan.” Laura’s blue eyes sparkled. “He’s gorgeous and a very good catch.”

  Cassie shrugged. Laura’s romantic notion of the maid of honor and best man falling in love was not going to happen.

  “You two are perfect for each other,” Laura continued. “He recently moved back to Sydney after a three-year stint in London. Did I tell you he once dated an Aussie model?”

  Cassie lifted a brow. A few years ago she might have been impressed, but now she couldn’t care less. “Have you forgotten he’s Sean’s older brother?”

  “Sean’s long gone, and it’s not like you dated him or anything.” Laura waved away Cassie’s concerns. “You’re Ryan’s type and you should go for it.”

  “What? How do you know his type?”

  “Greg may have mentioned that Ryan’s partial to blue-eyed blondes. Trust me—he’s a class above the last few guys you’ve dated.”

  Cassie squirmed. “Life isn’t all about money. I’m looking for someone who shares my faith.”

  “Maybe he believes in God, but who cares?” Laura flicked her brunette locks back over her shoulder. “I don’t get why you’re so hung up on religion.”

  She bit back a sharp retort. Let it go. Now wasn’t the time to have this conversation. “Mom and Dad appear to be getting on okay.” She relayed the scene she’d witnessed a few minutes earlier.

  “You’re kidding!” A huge smile broke out on her sister’s face. “It’s about time they buried the hatchet.”

  Cassie nodded. “Look, Greg’s waving at you to join him by the pool. We can talk later.” She hugged Laura before heading indoors.

  Cassie meandered through the throng of guests gathered in the living room, greeting several aunts, uncles and cousins as she made her way back to the kitchen. Her parents congregated with their respective relations on opposite sides of the room. One pleasant conversation was progress and had exceeded her expectations.

  A quick perusal of the kitchen reassured her that everything was fine. Happy with the caterers, she selected an iced tea from a passing waiter and returned to the living room.

  A man appeared at the entrance of the room. He stood tall, with dark brown hair cropped short against his collar but styled longer at the front, sweeping back off his broad forehead. She was too far away to discern the color of his eyes but close enough to feel his commanding presence. Other heads turned his way, but he seemed oblivious to all the speculative glances.

  Her gaze collided wit
h his and a jolt of pure awareness shot through her. Something about him seemed familiar.

  The crowd shifted, breaking their connection. She searched the doorway, unable to see him.

  What had she been thinking, letting a handsome stranger set her pulse racing? She took a sip from her glass, her first impression of him lingering in her mind like the tangy lemon flavor of her iced tea.

  Then it hit her. Could he be Ryan? The general shape of his head and jawline showed an uncanny resemblance to Sean.

  She selected a mini quiche from a passing waiter and her future brother-in-law joined her.

  “Thanks for organizing our party,” Greg said. “You’ve done a fantastic job.”

  “My pleasure.” She popped the warm pastry in her mouth.

  “Your Dad’s house is amazing and it’s great he let us hold the party here.”

  She nodded, savoring the superb flavor of the quiche. “He’s happy to entertain as long as someone else does the catering.”

  Greg grinned, glancing over her shoulder. “Here comes Laura with Ryan.”

  Cassie spun around and gasped. A shiver of anticipation hurtled up her spine as her gaze once again locked with his. His light gray eyes complemented his tanned complexion.

  She dragged her gaze away and tried to focus her attention on her sister. A mischievous glint flickered in Laura’s eyes as she made the introductions.

  “Hi.” Cassie shook the hand Ryan offered, his grasp warm and firm.

  Ryan smiled. “Good to see you again.”

  It took a few moments for his words to sink in. She drew her brows together. “We’ve met before?”

  “Please excuse us.” Laura grabbed hold of Greg’s arm. “It’s nearly time for the speeches and cake so we’ll leave you two to chat.”

  Ryan watched Greg and Laura disappear into the crowd. “We met a few years ago at a party.” He looked her straight in the eye. “Sean introduced us and, if I remember correctly, you gave me an enthusiastic hug.”