Daddy Wanted

by Wylde, Tara

  Her shorts follow the curve of her buttocks perfectly, allowing just a hint of ivory skin to peek out underneath the fabric. Not that I’m looking .

  I take a bite of my cone and try to act casual .

  “How’s the capital raise going ?”

  “Good,” she says. “Another few days and I should have all my ducks in a row .”

  “That’s great. What kind of timeline are you looking at for construction on the new place ?”

  “As soon as possible. I’ve got a company out of Long Island lined up. They just need the green light on funding .”

  “And Tricia is ready with the recipes ?”

  “She will be. She says hi, by the way. She totally thinks you hung the moon .”

  I smile. “She seemed like a nice girl .”

  “She’s the best friend I ever had,” she says. Her eyes lock on mine again. “Except you .”

  That’s it, I have to say it. I’ve avoided it every other time, but not anymore .

  “What’s going on with us, Cassie ?”

  She looks away, her cheeks suddenly pink .

  “I’m sorry about the other day with your friend,” she says. “I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have said we were dating. That was presumptuous .”

  “Things have been pretty weird since that night at the museum .”

  “My life is just really complicated right now. I – I want us to get to know each other again. But it’s going to take some time .”

  I nod. Every time we talk like this, it’s like the Chase just flies out the window and Cassie is all I care about .

  “I get that this deal is very important to you,” I say. “Maybe I could get in on – ”

  “No!” she says, eyes wide. “This is something I have to do on my own. I have to prove that I can, to myself and my father .”

  That doesn’t surprise me. To call Cassie’s dad overbearing would be like calling Justin Bieber a singer. It gets the basics right, but it misses the magnitude. Besides, I don’t blame her for not wanting to take the easy route – my money. Hell, it only makes me respect this amazing girl even more .

  But still, I want to help .

  “What about this,” I say. “You come over to my place for dinner and we can go over your business plan. I’ve got some experience in that department. I might have some insight that you and Miranda haven’t considered .”

  “I – I don’t think that’s a good idea .”

  There’s that uncomfortable look again. This is so frustrating! What isn’t she telling me ?

  “Why not?” I ask. “It’s just dinner. That’s not unusual for people who are supposedly dating, is it ?”

  My voice comes off snider than I want it to, and suddenly Cassie is getting up from the table .

  “I have to go,” she says, throwing her purse over her shoulder .

  She won’t look me in the eye .

  “Cassie, I’m sorry, let’s – ”

  “I can’t. I have to go .”

  She strides off toward the piers, disappearing into the crowds wandering by to take advantage of the breeze on a hot afternoon. In less than a minute, I’ve lost sight of her entirely .

  Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Seven

  2 9. CASSANDRA

  I hurry along the waterfront, trying to put as much distance between me and Carson as I can, as quickly as possible. I feel like such an ass. I wish I could just tell Carson anything, like in the old days. But of course, I can’t. Rule number one in the Chase – you don’t talk about the Chase ,

  To anyone. No matter how much you care for them .

  The afternoon sun is hot against my exposed skin, baking me the way only a redhead can experience. Sweaty people flow past me in both directions, snapping photos of the water, laughing, arguing, chatting. Doing all the things normal people do .

  I don’t cry. I never cry. It’s not what CIA agents do .

  We analyze, we pretend, we think, we act. We endure. Sometimes we kill .

  But we don’t cry .

  When I’m sure I’m out of Carson’s line of sight, I turn left and head down Forty-Ninth Street to Hell’s Kitchen. Despite the name, it’s actually a beautiful neighborhood. For the most part .

  There are still a few areas that aren’t gentrified yet, but at least I know there won’t be any old billionaires following me in here. And if there are, they’ll stick out like a sore thumb .

  It gives me a chance to let my guard down and gather my thoughts .

  As if I could possibly get the storm swirling inside me right now under control .

  Why couldn’t I take Carson up on his invitation to dinner? I’m not a proud woman, and in all honesty, his experience could really help me with the deal .

  His negotiating skill alone would be an asset worth millions. I don’t know all the details – it felt somehow strange to look them up, as though I was working an asset – but from what little I’ve been able to find out, he sold Black Sword for a serious amount of money .

  I need to stop trying to fool myself .

  I know why I couldn’t have dinner with him. First is that my story about selling my business to raise capital is paper-thin. Carson is sharper than anyone else I’ve ever known. He’d see through it in five minutes .

  Second is that I know damn well I’d end up in bed with him. No question about it .

  But would that really be so bad ?

  For what seems like the millionth time, I imagine going with Carson, giving in to what we both clearly feel .

  Just letting it all go: no more Chase, no more lies. Surrendering to him, letting his body come together with mine and finally reaching the heights that I’ve heard so much about .

  And Carson’s rich; I could get him to invest my share to build Tricialicious, and pay him back over time with the profits .

  There are only two problems with that scenario: first, I’d be relying on him to make my dreams come true for me. And I might not be a proud woman, but I’m definitely too proud for that . Second, I’d be breaking the rules of the Chase .

  Somehow, I don’t think I’d be able to walk away from that scenario unscathed. I don’t know what the woman in the red dress’s “associates” are capable of, but I get the feeling they’re not above making someone disappear .

  I might be able to survive in that situation, but not without everyone I know and love finding out that I was in a competition to sell my virginity. I can’t imagine what Carson would think of that. I mean, what would he think of me when he found out I was that kind of girl ?

  And, of, course, it would come out that I’m a former CIA operative. I watched what that did to my family once. I won’t watch it happen again .

  I stop for a moment and look up at the buildings; I don’t even know where I am anymore. The street is lined with brownstones on the west side and tenements on the east. The trees are throwing welcome shade down on my blistering shoulders .

  At this point in the chase, I’m amazed anything can startle me anymore, but a voice does .

  “Need help, honey ?”

  I look down at a woman in her sixties, sitting on a folding chair beside a flower stand. I assume she’s Betty from the “Betty’s Bouquets” clapboard sign propped on the sidewalk in front of the stand .

  “I’m fine,” I say with a smile. “Just realized I’ve never been down this street before. It’s very pretty .”

  “Not as pretty as the lady who’s callin’ it pretty,” she says. Her own grin highlights a set of slightly oversized dentures, and sends up dual fans of laugh lines at the corners of her eyes .

  I scan the riot of colors in her inventory: white and orange lilies, roses in red, yellow, pink, even blue, and, of course, a rainbow of daisies and carnations. All look as if they just came off the bush .

  “I bet you say that to all your customers,” I laugh .

  “Honey, most of my customers is husbands who f’got they anniversaries. Not often I get one of you uptown models wanderin’ down my s
treet. What brings you down here, honey ?”

  She’s so sweet I don’t try to correct her. Model is about the last career choice I’d ever have gone in for .

  “I’m trying to get away from a boy,” I admit .

  Her grin widens, if that’s possible .

  “Oh, the troubles we gotta endure,” she chuckles. “Lemme guess: he’s chasin’ you with a big ol’ diamond ring and you don’t wanna be tied down .”

  She’s got me on the ropes now. I have to buy something .

  “Not exactly,” I say. “But – well, he is rich .”

  “Course he is .”

  “But there’s … something that I have to do before we can be together .”

  Whoa, when did I start telling strangers my life story ?

  “So you do want him ?”

  “Yes.” God, so much it aches .

  “Honey, I know you din’t ask my advice, but it’s been my experience that waitin’ to do things is a bad idea. That’s how life passes you by .”

  Wise words from a flower lady, I guess. But then it’s not like I’m finding it anywhere else. Sometimes you need to talk to a stranger to find the truth you need to hear. The truth that’s staring you right in the face .

  Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a portly older gentleman walking toward us from the north. His skin is so deeply tanned it borders on leathery, but his bald scalp appears pink under his Dallas Cowboys ball cap. Must have had too much sun this afternoon .

  “Afternoon, ladies,” he drawls in a thick Texan accent, lifting his cap in salute. “Wonderful day .”

  “It is indeed,” says Betty. “Even finer with a pretty lady and a handsome gentleman .”

  She really is the perfect saleswoman. The Texan looks over her wares and points to a bouquet of blindingly white roses. Their marked price is $50, which, for a forgetful husband, isn’t terribly high, I suppose .

  “I’ll take those, my dear,” he says .

  Betty stands up from her folding chair and wraps the roses in green paper .

  “Breathtaking,” she says as she hands them to him. “Whoever’s gettin’ em is a lucky girl .”

  The Texan turns and hands them to me .

  “I don’t know about lucky, but she certainly is breathtaking .”

  What?

  “No sir, I couldn’t possibly – ” I stammer .

  “Miss, I’m a single man on vacation in the big city, and you’re the prettiest thing I’ve seen in a coon’s age,” he says with a grin. “How ‘bout you indulge me ?”

  He lowers his sunglasses to look me in the eye .

  “Not gonna take no for an answer .”

  Betty looks from him to me and back to him .

  He flips a wave at us with one meaty hand and whistles off down the street .

  “See y’all later!” he calls back. “Have a wonderful day .”

  Betty starts to giggle uncontrollably .

  “Oh, the troubles some girls has,” she says as she sits back down in her folding chair .

  I look down at the roses, than at the Texans backside as it recedes down the street .

  How did an old Texan and a streetside flower lady manage to get the best of a CIA operative ?

  I can’t help it. I join in Betty’s laughter until we both have tears streaming down our cheeks .

  Chapter One Hundred Eighty-Eight

  3 0. CARSON

  Each time I come into Patty’s looking for the quarry, I end up running into Cassie. So, of course, when I come in looking for Cassie, she’s not here .

  It would be the height of irony if one of my preferred suspects was here right now, but no such luck. At this time of morning – after the pre-work crowd but before the coffee break crowd – there’s only a handful of customers .

  I sit down near an elderly couple, sipping tea and poring over sections of the Times as they share one of Tricia’s exquisite raspberry scones .

  “Carson!”

  I turn to see Tricia waving frantically at me from behind the front counter. I smile and wave back. I’ve managed to avoid her on my previous trips in here on the Chase, mostly because I didn’t want to start a conversation that I know was just going to distract me .

  Too late now, I guess .

  She fills a cup with black coffee and trots over to my table, bounding with energy .

  “Good to see you again!” she says with far too much enthusiasm, setting the coffee in front of me. A few black droplets spill over the edge of the cup .

  “Thanks, you too. Can you join me ?”

  “Hey, I’m the owner, I can do whatever I want .”

  She plunks down in the chair opposite me and leans forward on her elbows .

  “So,” she says. “I’ve seen you in here lately but I never got to talk to you. How are things ?”

  Hmm. Why am I suddenly picturing an interrogation room and a hot light? Now, if Cassie tried her hand, I’m not sure I’d be able to resist. Still, I have a feeling that whatever I say is going to go straight back to her. I’ll try to sidestep any potential embarrassment .

  “They’re great, Trish. How about you? Is the deal coming along ?”

  She waves a dismissive hand. “I let Sandra look after that. I mean Cassie .”

  What’s this, now ?

  “She doesn’t go by Sandra anymore ?”

  Tricia props her elbows on the table and drops her chin into her hands with a theatrical flourish .

  “Not since you walked back into her life,” she says, batting her comically long false lashes at me .

  Huh. I take a sip of my coffee, mostly to avoid having to say something back. I don’t know how to process all this stuff .

  Also, the timing sucks: my cocky belief that I’d win the Chase within a few days was obviously unfounded. There are only a few days left to go, and the hotel key is still firmly lodged in my pocket. I’d be astounded if anyone has made near as much progress as me, but that doesn’t make it any easier to take. It’d kill me to see it devolve into a bidding war for this woman’s virginity .

  Honestly, I’m not even sure that I would place a bid. It would almost feel like cheating. Maybe, just maybe, I could get involved to save the poor woman from the clutches of one of my less savory colleagues .

  “How did your date go last week?” Tricia asks out of the blue, and I almost spray coffee all over her apron. I manage to choke it down instead .

  “You know about that ?”

  She rolls her eyes. “Cassie is my BFF; I know everything .”

  Everything?

  “So she told you about the coatroom,” I say, wincing .

  Tricia leans back in her chair .

  “The coatroom,” she says with a knowing nod. “Mm-hm. Yup .”

  “Not my finest moment, I’ll admit .”

  “Why, uh, why do you say that ?”

  My eyebrows go up. Maybe Tricia’s into kinky stuff and public sex isn’t a taboo. In any case, she’s not judging me. It’s good to finally be able to talk about it with someone .

  “Well, I mean, I don’t normally go pawing women in public places, especially on the first date .”

  “Uh-huh.” She picks up a toothpick and starts gnawing on it. “Of course not .”

  “Although, I guess it wasn’t technically our first. I mean, we were together for almost two years in high school .”

  “Why did you guys stop ?”

  “Stop dating ?”

  Should I tell her? Hell, why not? In for a penny, in for a pound .

  “Cassie stood me up on our prom night and disappeared. Her family moved to another base, and she never got in touch with me .”

  Tricia frowns. “She did that ?”

  “Yeah.”

  “I was talking about the coatroom. Why you stopped – well, you know .”

  Oh, shit .

  “But really? She just ran out on you at prom ?”

  “It was bad timing,” I say. “I’m sure she had her reasons .”

  I wish I’
d never sat down. Now I have to backtrack on all this. It didn’t mean to turn this into a Cassie-bashing session .

  “Let me guess: Cassie stopped things in the coatroom when they got heavy .”

  My eyes narrow. “I thought she told you all about it .”

  “Look, we’re past that now,” she says. “Was it Cassie that put a stop to things ?”

  “Well, I sure didn’t. It was all I could do to put on the brakes .”

  “And she was all weird after it, right ?”

  I nod. “I have to admit, I’m not used to that. Usually it’s the woman who can’t stop .”

  Tricia grins. “If you do say so yourself …”

  “I own a mirror, Trish,” I say with a shrug and a grin of my own, so she knows I’m joking. “Full length, too .”

  She breaks up cackling at that, which does a lot to ease the tension I’ve been feeling since she sat down. Tricia is a good friend; I’m glad Cassie has her in her corner. She’s never really had someone like that to rely on .

  Well, not as far as I know, anyway. Lately, it seems like I’m constantly reminded of all the things I don’t know about her .

  Tricia’s laughter trails off and she leans forward again. When she speaks, it’s in a whisper .

  “I think I may know what the problem is,” she says .

  “You do?” I whisper back .

  What’s with the conspiracy ?

  “First, you need to know that I would never break a friend’s trust under any other circumstances,” she says in a lecturing tone. “I’ve got Cassie’s back, you feel me? And if you ever hurt her, I’ll be the first one coming at your balls with a pair of live chainsaws .”

  “I don’t doubt that for a second,” I say. It’s the truth. A part of me wonders how she could go about holding two chainsaws at once, but I quickly focus my attention .

  “The reason Cassie’s being so weird is that… well, she doesn’t have the same level of, you know, experience that you do .”

  I frown. “What’s that got to do with it ?”

  “Think about it: you’re – well, you’re you . You said it yourself, you own a full-length mirror. And you’re rich and successful and super-cool and everything else that comes along with it. Private jets and supermodels and God only knows what else .”