I Gotta Feeling

by Kress, Alyssa

  Felix Roman's reputation means everything to him.

  With a mob gangster for a father, Felix can't afford a single blot on the good name he's worked hard to attain. Besides, as a security consultant he must remain above reproach. So when a client suffers damage from a saboteur, Felix takes the crime personally. He's determined to find the culprit and make him pay. His first stop is the suspect's sister, to see if she knows where her brother has fled.

  Aletheia Cooper won't believe her wiz kid nerd brother has committed a crime. While it's true that running a cafe in a backwater town hasn't given her worldly sophistication, she knows her family. She rejects Felix's accusations and, despite a looming home foreclosure, resolves to find her brother before this stone-faced man can get hold of him.

  The last thing Aletheia expects is to discover that Tough Guy Felix may need her even more than her brother does.

  I GOTTA FEELING

  by Alyssa Kress

  Published by 4 Dolphins Press at Smashwords

  Copyright 2013 Alyssa Kress

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  The characters and events in this book are fictitious, even those referring to actual or well-known entities. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author.

  Acknowledgements

  The author would like to thank everyone who has given immense support and help in creating this and other stories: Julie Woolley, Kathy Bennett, Jenna Ives, Leigh Court, Cathy Yardley, Rose Murray, John Lovelady, and to Ruth Barges of blessed memory.

  Many thanks to my expert on the Boston T transportation system, Dr. Anna Gilman.

  Dedicated to the Starbucks Corporation, for many, many hours of music I didn't like too much, the friendliest baristas in the world, and a place to put my laptop. Oh yeah, and for coffee.

  Table of 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 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  About the Author

  Other Books by Alyssa Kress

  Preview of The Fiancée Fiasco

  CHAPTER ONE

  "Is it supposed to do that?" The man in the pearl gray suit clasped his hands behind his back and peered at Aletheia's espresso machine, from which steam rose ominously.

  "Ah, we call that our diva. Temperamental, but a great performer." Spin. Wasn't that the word? Aletheia Cooper wondered if the man in the Italian suit and charcoal silk tie was going to be the answer to her prayers, after all. Twenty minutes ago, he'd walked into her little café in Deer Creek all hard-edged and professional, looking like a man who was interested in making a deal. She'd latched onto him like a limpet to a rock. He was the first serious buyer to show up in the four weeks since she'd put Aletheia's Asylum, her pride and joy, on the market.

  The cool, nearly glacial, expression in Felix Roman's whiskey-colored eyes had warned Aletheia he was going to be a tough customer. He probably hadn't expected Deer Creek to be so rural. Aletheia had felt determined to prove that class and sophistication weren't restricted to the big cities. Just because she'd never finished college and had only spent two-and-a-half years of her life outside the town limits didn't mean she was a complete hick.

  But everything had gone wrong during her enthusiastic sales pitch. Wanting to make sure her potential fish didn't cut line, Aletheia had drawn him deep into the store, toward the back. There they'd hit a barrier of boxes from the napkin supply company. Aletheia's part-timer, Patty, apparently hadn't had time to shelve them.

  Roman hadn't said a word, but Aletheia could tell he'd seen the space as cramped and inadequate.

  Then, as they'd returned to the bar area, her barista, Brad, had passed by in full tattoo and pierced jewelry mode, with a whiff of interesting herbs to complete the picture.

  Coughing, Aletheia had said, "We think of ourselves as universalists."

  Roman's eyebrows had lifted.

  And now this.

  With a practiced wrench of one of the machine's many knobs, Brad managed to slow the stream of smoke.

  Roman gazed at the calming machine meditatively.

  By this time, Aletheia wasn't sure if it was more important to save the sale or simply preserve her pride.

  "The important thing is over here," she claimed, gently turning her potential buyer from the malfunctioning espresso machine toward the crowded customer area. "A restful oasis in the mountain town of Deer Creek, serving a healthy local population and a constant stream of tourists on their way up to the popular southern California recreation area of Big Bear. With seating for thirty, we serve eight hundred fifty customers per day."

  Roman looked out over the room of soft reds and browns. Original paintings hung on the walls—this month Aletheia was showing a local impressionist artist. Antique teapots and sprays of dried flowers completed the picture of a comfortable, eccentrically cultured living room. The people filling the padded seats and sprawled on the afghan-covered sofa were as much friends here as customers.

  Could Felix Roman see that? Could he understand this place was as much lifestyle as business investment?

  For a moment Aletheia thought he did. His gaze seemed to change, warming infinitesimally. The blunt edges of his not-quite-handsome face softened a miniscule amount.

  But as if on cue to complete the ruination of her sales pitch, Jim Blodger swaggered in through the glass front door. Both his smile and the top of his high bald head looked oily. Gangly and loud, he seemed to fill the room.

  "Thirty-eight days," he called from the door to Aletheia behind the counter. "Thirty-eight days, and you and your crazy relatives are out of Deer Creek."

  While seething inside, Aletheia threw on her Patient Proprietor smile. "Yes, thank you, Jim. I am well aware of the time table." She took Roman by the elbow and tried to steer him back toward her office area. Something told Aletheia that his discovery of her desperate financial situation would not help her in negotiating the café's sale price.

  "I'm planning to buy your family house, myself," Jim boasted, coming toward them while Roman became oddly immovable. "Once I get the deed there'll be no way you could buy it back, even if you won the state lottery."

  Aletheia tried tugging Roman now, but he wasn't budging. He stared without expression at Jim Blodger. Drinking in e
very detrimental detail, no doubt.

  "I'll boot you all outta town the minute the deed is in my hand," Blodger went on, his smile twisting gleefully. "Your relatives will go to the various nuthouses where they belong."

  Aletheia's back stiffened. Unfortunately, Blodger wasn't exaggerating. If she lost the house, assorted government agencies would descend on her relatives, demanding they be found 'adequate placement.' The people who depended on her would find themselves institutionalized, or worse.

  The years she'd spent holed away here in Deer Creek would come to nothing.

  Deliberately relaxing her tensed muscles, Aletheia grabbed back her Proprietor smile. "Did you want something to drink, Jim? That is the reason most people come into my establishment, to order something."

  Blodger scoffed. "I wouldn't touch your swill."

  Despite her grand effort to remain calm, Aletheia would have lost it then. The years she'd spent researching the making of coffee, finding the best beans, learning the best techniques— Swill!

  She was only prevented from sailing over the counter by her astonishment at hearing Felix Roman speak up.

  "Excuse me, sir." He had a voice like a deep Italian roast, low and rough, yet smooth. Its subtle predatory quality, however, went way beyond Italian roast.

  Startled by his tone, Aletheia simply stood where she was.

  With a frown, Jim Blodger blinked at him.

  Roman pulled a business card from an inside jacket pocket. "Felix Roman," he said, "with Morrison World Security Consultants." He handed the card Blodger's way.

  Jim took the card and glanced from it to Felix Roman.

  All Roman did was stand there and look at Blodger, but quiet power filled the space around him. It was the kind of power that might surround a good-sized wolf. Aletheia could hear the unspoken threat, empty as she knew it to be. Roman was making Blodger believe that he supplied security services for her.

  And that Blodger had stepped over the line.

  "All right, all right, I get the hint." His face reddening now, Blodger backed up. "You don't want me in your precious little café, but that doesn't change the facts." Blodger narrowed his eyes and pointed at Aletheia.

  Beside her, Roman seemed to grow. With bared fangs.

  Blodger hastily lowered his threatening finger. Licking his lips and backing away, he repeated, "Thirty-eight days," before hurrying out the front door.

  Everyone in the room who'd looked up when Blodger had blathered in now relaxed. With swift glances toward Felix Roman, they went back to their previous activities.

  As the door behind Blodger swung closed, a strange sensation hovered over Aletheia. Felix Roman had gotten rid of Blodger. He'd...championed her.

  No one had ever done that for her.

  A humming awareness of Roman, an awareness that had been buzzing under the surface since he'd walked through the door, splashed into the open.

  Roman turned to look at her.

  Aletheia felt caught between apprehension and attraction, as if she were trapped in a cage with a handsome, but potentially dangerous, wild animal.

  Slowly, because the awareness thing buzzed so loudly in her brain, the awful truth dawned on Aletheia. Morrison World Security? She nearly moaned. "You aren't looking to buy my café, are you, Mr. Roman?"

  Gazing at her with cool, impenetrable eyes, Roman reached again toward his inside jacket pocket. "You didn't give me a chance to explain before." He handed her another business card. It was pearl gray, like his suit, with an elegant slash of a logo. "And you seemed so eager to show me the place. But no, I'm afraid I'm not planning to buy a café."

  Aletheia took his card and blinked a few times, feeling more than a little foolish. At least she hadn't counted on making the sale.

  "Which is not to say," Felix went on in his deep, smooth-rough voice, "that there isn't another matter on which I would like to do business." He paused. "To our mutual benefit."

  Really? She gave him a dubious look. "I'm not about to hire a security company. As you've no doubt figured out, I'm strapped for cash."

  "Perhaps I can help you with that." Roman's dark lashes lowered. "It so happens you may have another commodity I'd like to purchase."

  A strange shiver went through Aletheia. He didn't mean that in a sexual way. She was sure of it. But neither was he talking about the café. This was something...unexpected.

  She frowned, wondering what she could possibly own that some guy in a two-thousand dollar suit could want. The answer was: nothing. Roman had to be mistaken. Or perhaps he thought she was somebody else, a different Aletheia Cooper, one who lived in a far more fascinating and adventurous world than her own.

  For one ridiculous instant she wished desperately she could be that Aletheia Cooper, unencumbered, daring, exciting...

  Aletheia's moment of insanity ended with a buzz from the cell phone clipped to the waistband of her black pants. She looked down to see the house number, followed by a 911. "Oh, God," she muttered, unclipping the phone. Worried about the alarm signal, she asked, "What now?"

  Aletheia's cousin Parker barked from the phone. "It's Aunt Rosa. She's on the roof."

  "She's where? Never mind. On my way." Pressing off the phone, Aletheia glanced up at Felix Roman. His eyes were alert on her, watching carefully.

  Aletheia paused as another wave of awareness passed over her. She wished she'd had a chance to find out more about him and what he wanted to buy from that other Aletheia Cooper. Instead she had to run off, and would probably never see Felix Roman again.

  The disappointment she felt was surprising in its intensity. Aletheia stared at Roman for way too long, maybe half a second, before her obligations rushed back like a freight train. Aunt Rosa was on the roof. Besides, Aletheia didn't, herself, own anything Felix Roman wanted to buy, at least not for the price she needed: fifty thousand dollars.

  "There's an emergency at home," she told him. "I have to go."

  She saw his gaze sharpen as she whirled toward Brad.

  "Call Patty," Aletheia ordered her barista. "See if she can back you up. Don't know when I'll be back."

  "Will do," Brad answered.

  Urgent now, Aletheia jerked at the tie of her black apron as she turned toward the rear of the store. Her car was parked in the alley.

  Unbelievably, she heard Felix Roman say, "I'll follow you."

  "What?!" Aletheia whirled back again, but Roman was already out her front door. "What?" she asked again, but she spoke to thin air. He was gone.

  Oh, it didn't matter. Aletheia spun and ran toward the back door. No way could the man get to his car in time, then track her up the series of winding mountain roads. But she felt decidedly off-balance as she climbed into her trusty Jeep.

  If anyone could manage it, she had a feeling it would be Felix Roman.

  Though she had no idea why he'd want to.

  ~~~

  Felix had little trouble following his quarry up the winding mountain roads. When he was deeply focused on an objective, complications became simple, obstacles dropped away, opponents fell. He was deeply focused, all right.

  He would find Dr. Benjamin Cooper.

  Inside the hushed elegance of his rented car, Felix's eyes narrowed at the thought of the saboteur. Mistakes did not happen on Felix's watch. Clients did not lose property. Government secrets did not go missing.

  But now all of that had happened, thanks to Cooper.

  Emotions bubbled dangerously close to the surface: anger, shame, frustration. Turning the car easily over the steeply winding road, Felix ruthlessly shoved the feelings down. Emotions clouded judgment and threatened to rouse the dark side of his nature.

  Felix never wanted to do that. Today less than usual. He had a good shot here at restoring his name. He didn't want to screw that up. After working his way up the ladder, Felix had bought Morrison World from old man Morrison five years ago. He'd turned it into a top-notch security consulting company, one that specialized in protecting the difficult and unusual. It was a c
ompany that, up until now, had held an exemplary record.

  Felix's jaw set. He would get that record back. If that meant nabbing Dr. Cooper so the guy could fix what he'd wrecked, so be it. Felix would nab him.

  He'd given his word to protect the property Cooper had destroyed—and Felix always kept his word. Honesty and integrity were the principles by which he lived. They were qualities he'd struggled long and hard to attain.

  Indeed. The world would never know how much like his father he actually was, underneath.

  Up ahead, Aletheia's aged Jeep turned off the narrow road and jounced past a broken wooden gate.

  Felix gripped the wheel of the Lexus and followed after her. A tiny smile edged his mouth. She was like a kitten compared to his wolf. With her big eyes and silky dark hair, she looked soft, defenseless...harmless. He could eat four of her type for breakfast.

  Curiosity had prompted him to let her go through her sales pitch for the café. It was also an opportunity to learn more about her situation. But before Felix had been able to learn anything beyond the strange allure of Aletheia's hands—long, capable hands that moved energetically as she spoke—that local yokel had barged in.

  One side of Felix's tiny smile grew. It had been a pleasure to send the fellow on his way. Felix didn't care for bullies. No finesse. Besides, when it came to a person getting what he wanted from Aletheia Cooper, Felix had first dibs.

  Branches of overgrown eucalyptus towered overhead. Dusty undergrowth scratched the car. Felix caught a glimpse of a roofline through the trees, something tall with broken jigsaw trim at the eaves.

  Felix's half-smile moved to both sides of his mouth. There was clear financial distress here, an echo of the desperation behind Aletheia's sales pitch. Such could easily be turned to his advantage. If Aletheia knew where Benjamin Cooper was, Felix could make it worth her while to tell him.

  The trees parted, showing a full view of the house. It was a grand old Victorian in dire need of a paint job. As Felix drew up in an open, graveled area, he saw a group of people gathered on some matted grass before the house. They were all looking upward. His hand checked on the gearshift as he saw what they were looking at.