Susan Mallery - Lone Star Millionaire

“No. It’s not that personal. However, my job description does include telling you the truth, even when you don’t want to hear it.”

“It’s your favorite part of the job,” he grumbled.

“Sometimes.” This time she did smile. “And I think there’s a chance you could be wrong about Tiffany. She’s not bright, but that doesn’t mean she’s heartless. She might surprise you.”

Cal didn’t want to be surprised. Even if Sabrina was right, it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t want someone like Tiffany near his daughter. Which was a pretty sad state of affairs, he told himself. He was willing to date and sleep with Tiffany, but he wouldn’t want her hanging around his kid. So what had he seen in her in the first place?

He thought about her perfect twenty-year-old body and got a little of the answer, although he didn’t like it. When had he gotten so damn shallow? Was this what he wanted Prominence Magazine to tell the world? Thank God he had Sabrina. He knew he could count on her. He also trusted her.

Sabrina glanced at her watch. “You could still catch a flight to New York this evening. You’ll get in late, but that would allow you to see your mother tomorrow. I’m assuming you want this over as quickly as possible.”

He nodded. “I want to get Anastasia in the next couple of days. She’s living with an aunt, and the woman has made it clear to everyone that she’s not interested in keeping the girl. That’s a hell of a thing for a twelve-year-old to know.”

Sabrina stood up and started toward his desk. “Let me see what I can do about getting you a seat. One night in New York, or two?”

“Make it two. I don’t know how long I’ll be with my mother, but I doubt we’ll have a big family reunion. I already know our conversation is going to make me angry, and I’ll need some time to get over it before going to Ohio. Oh, and book two seats, Sabrina. I want you to come with me.”

His personal assistant looked at him. Wide blue eyes darkened slightly. “You want me to come with you while you talk to your mother?”

“Let’s just say I haven’t lost my temper with her yet, but I’ve come close. If anything was going to push me over the edge, this would be it.”

“I’m not big enough to wrestle you into submission.”

“I know, but one of your icy stares is usually enough to remind me to behave.”

“Okay. I’ll come, too. After all, I’m yours to command.”

“Cheap talk. I command you to stop winning on the stock market.”

She blinked slowly. “I’m sorry. Did you say something? I heard a faint buzzing, but no real words.”

“Just as I thought. Selective hearing.”

“I listen when you say something worth paying attention to.”

He pointed at the phone. “Get us seats. If you promise to behave, I’ll let you have the window.”

“What a guy.”

She picked up the phone on his desk and dialed from memory. While she talked with the airline, Cal crossed to the window and stared out. It was nearly dusk and lights were coming on all around him. He stared into the twilight and wondered about the little girl living somewhere north of here. What did she look like? He could barely remember Janice’s face, although other images were clear to him. The sound of her laughter, the feel of her hands on his body.

There had been, he was willing to admit, an instant attraction between them. A fire that had burned hot and bright. He didn’t remember asking her out, though. At the time, it had sort of seemed to happen on its own. Now, with the hindsight of age, experience and knowledge, he wondered if it had really been that casual. Had she set him up from the beginning, then engineered the entire relationship?

He remembered that the sex between them had been intense. With her claim of being on the pill, they hadn’t worried about precautions. She’d always been eager and willing. At times, she’d been the one pulling him into bed. He remembered being flattered by her attentions and what he’d thought at the time was her insatiable desire for him. Now he realized she had just been making sure she got pregnant. He’d been a fool.

He remembered her tears when he’d left for graduate school, her promises to stay in touch. He remembered how he’d tried to call her, but her phone had been disconnected with no forwarding number. His letters had been returned without a forwarding address. It was as if she’d disappeared from the face of the earth. He supposed she had—after all, seven or eight months after they’d spent their summer together, she’d died.

He tried to feel regret for her loss, but he couldn’t. He’d never known her. Whatever parts of herself she’d shown him had been designed to get him into her bed. Obviously he, too, had been born with the Langtry ability to completely screw up personal relationships.

How much had they offered her? What was a child worth these days? He pressed his hand against the cool glass and wondered how it was possible that his parents had performed this hideous deception. Then he reminded himself nothing they did should surprise him. With his family, he should know to expect anything…and nothing.

Sabrina leaned back into the comfortable leather seat of the sleek limousine and told herself to relax. This wasn’t her problem; she was simply an interested bystander. Cal wanted her along to provide moral support, nothing more. But the sensible words didn’t stop her from clasping her hands together over and over.

She tried to distract herself from her nerves by staring out the window. As always, the city enchanted her. She’d never lived in Manhattan but had enjoyed her visits. She liked the contrasts of the city—the huge buildings, the large impersonal crowds, the street vendors who sold food and drinks on the corners and, after two days, recognized her and grinned as they asked if she would like her usual. She liked all the city had to offer culturally, she loved the theater and the restaurants. When she traveled with Cal, they stayed at beautiful hotels—as they had last night—but they didn’t limit their culinary experiences to upscale, pretentious eateries. Instead, they found strange little places with unusual cuisine and often fabulous food. She liked the potential for adventure and the fact that no two visits were ever alike.

Under normal circumstances, she was usually thrilled to be in the city. Today, however, she would gladly give it all up to be back in the heat and humidity of Houston.

She didn’t want to think about the upcoming visit, so she rolled down her window. It was a perfect New York spring day. Clear, warm but not muggy. The scent of blooming flowers occasionally overpowered the smell of exhaust. A burst of laughter caught her attention. She looked across to the sidewalk and saw a young father carrying his toddler son on his shoulders.

She swallowed. A child. She hadn’t really allowed herself to think about children. She was still young and there was plenty of time. But children had always been a part of her future. She’d just assumed that one day she would have them. Cal was different. As far as she knew, he’d never even thought he would marry, let alone have a family. Here he was being presented with a half-grown kid. How on earth was he going to handle it?

She glanced at her boss. He stared straight ahead, and for once, his handsome face was unreadable. He didn’t show his feelings easily, but over the years, she’d learned to read him. Until today. She knew he was in shock and he was angry. She couldn’t blame him for either emotion. Bad enough to find out a former girlfriend had betrayed him in such a calculated way, but that information was made more horrible by the realization his own parents had joined the conspiracy.