“Is he talking about Vince being a father again?” Piper joined us, wrapping her arms around Cliff’s shoulders.
“Nobody can believe it. Least of all, Vince,” I said, and we all laughed.
“That’s what they all said when I got pregnant with Izzy. How will Cliff be a daddy? He’s incapable of it. Remember how hard Vince laughed when he tried to picture it?” Piper said, and Cliff was smiling.
“Look who’s back!” It was Vince announcing Max’s arrival. He was a happy little boy, especially in his daddy’s arms and Vince held on to him like a precious doll.
Max was all changed and looking fresh, and he swung out of his daddy’s arms into Aunty Margo’s who cooed and cuddled him till he was giggling and rolling over with laughter.
“Get away from my woman before I have to shoot you all!” Vince joked as he jogged over to us.
“What are you going to do about his jealousy?” Piper asked me, rolling her eyes and I laughed with her.
“I’ll just have to live with it, along with all the other miserable struggles of my life,” I joked, just as Vince came over and wrapping his big strong arms around me. He lifted me up in the air while I squealed.
“Put me down!” I continued squealing while the others laughed.
“Such a show-off. He likes to show off just because he plays for the NFL!” Sawyer commented, and he lifted up Faye too.
“Okay, boys, it’s not a competition!” Margo scolded them, and both Sawyer and Vince put us down.
“You’re right, Margo, this isn’t a competition,” Vince said, and I caught Margo and Piper exchanging looks. Something was going on.
When I turned around to Vince, I saw that he was on one knee in front of me.
I gasped, startled and shocked. It was the last thing I was expecting today of all days! I was warm and covered in grease! But it didn’t matter, because it was perfect.
Vince was kneeling in front of me, and now he was pulling out a blue velvet box from the pocket of his pants.
“Beth Thomas…” he began, and there was complete silence in the garden, other than for Max’s cooing in Margo’s arms.
Vince popped the box open, and I saw the most perfect diamond ring glittering back at me.
“I’ve been waiting for the perfect moment to ask you this question, and today seemed perfect, here with all our friends and our son…because you are beautiful every day and you make me grateful for this life every day.”
Vince was looking into my eyes as he spoke. I couldn’t help it, I was blushing and trying to blink away the hot tears from my eyes. My dream was coming true. Not only did I have a family with this man, but now I was going to be his wife.
Just a little more than a year ago, I was single and unwilling to trust any man. Vince was meant to be nothing more than a one night stand with an unimaginably hot celebrity. Now, he was on his knee in our garden while our beautiful son giggled in the background.
I realized I kept him hanging too long.
“Will you marry me, Beth?” he asked, and I laughed, wiping the tears from the corners of my eyes.
“Of course I will. I can’t imagine doing anything else!” I exclaimed.
A cheer rang out, and everyone clapped. Vince slipped the ring on my finger, and I threw my arms around him. He stood up, lifting me up along the way and we were kissing. It was the most beautiful moment I had ever experienced.
Margo brought Max over to us, and I took our son in my arms and kissed his puffy adorable cheeks.
“Mommy said yes to daddy,” Vince said to Max, who giggled in response since he had no idea what was going on.
Vince swayed me in his arms, while Max was in mine. We laughed and kissed and hugged our friends. We were happy together. We had a wedding to plan, and we had our children to look after and raise. We had photographs to take and vacations to go on together. We had so much to look forward to. I couldn’t wait.
And most of all, I had Vince, and he had me. Today had been an exhilarating rush, and I couldn’t be more thankful for the life that had fallen on my lap. I felt like the luckiest woman on Earth for having found this man. I was glad I went to Miami. I was glad I took a chance on love.
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Chapter 1
Siena
I glared at the group of twenty-somethings sitting around the table in my office. Most of them had their heads turned down, presumably because, they were ashamed of the work they had turned in. They had every reason to be ashamed. I knew I would have been ashamed if I was in their place. They had left out the key elements of a three thousand word story for the magazine, and not just any magazine, the top travel magazine in the country. I had a responsibility to make sure that the article was in top shape for publication.
“Seriously, guys, this will not do,” I said and shook my head as I took in a deep breath. I had made the call to assign the three of them, to work on the centerfold feature on the top ski resorts in the country, and so their failure now was on me. I was fuming because I was disappointed in my team and disappointed in myself for trusting them. I had wanted to give them an opportunity to prove themselves. I remembered what it felt like to be a young, starry-eyed writer in my early twenties, and I was grateful that my editors had given me the chance to prove myself. It was what had made me into the journalist I was today.
“We tried to get a hold of him, but its impossible to get a meeting,” Jonah, the redhead guy who was good with research, declared. Apparently, he wasn’t as good with research as I thought!
“It sounds a hell of a lot like a pitiable excuse to me,” I snapped. Then I quickly realized that I was now beginning to sound like my boss, Harvey. He was the editor of the magazine, who I had worked under for the past four years. Now, I had the position as a sub-editor, which at thirty was a pretty big feat, and I was beginning to sound like him.
“We have all the others on the list,” Marie spoke up. I shot her a warning look.
“You guys have interviews from five of the top ski resorts in the country, but not Salthill Peak, the best one. How do you think it’s going to make us look when this magazine goes to print?” I barked, and I could see the group visibly shrink into their seats as they tried to avoid my eyes.
“Salthill Peak has been losing traction in the last decade, Sienna. It used to be the poster child for Aspen a few years ago, but according to my sources, people now prefer the more modern ski resorts over it,” Jonah spoke again, and I arched my eyebrows at him.
“Which means, that as journalists, it was supposed to be your duty to find out why it started doing so badly in recent years, not leave it out of our article completely!” I said, and I stood up from my chair with a jerk. The three of them were still avoiding my eyes, Paula hadn’t even spoken yet.
“Paula?” I barked at her, and she shrugged and shifted in her seat.
“We all tried getting in touch with the owner, Siena. They refused to give us any interviews or allow us to speak to their staff. We’re very sorry,” she said and looked up at me finally with puppy dog eyes.
It was going to be very difficult to train these kids to be good journalistic writers with this attitude, I thought. If I were in their position, back when I was still doing the groundwork for reports, I would have… There was a knock on my door which interrupted my thoughts.
“Siena, Harvey wants to see you in his office,” my secretary, Sanya, had appeared at the door.
Gathering myself, and keeping my chin up, I walked out of my office, down the busy hallways of the floor and knocked on Harvey’s door. When he asked me to come in, I did so and shut the door behind me, preparing myself for the onslaught of choice words which I knew he was going to throw at me.
“Siena, I wonder if you realize that we’re a travel magazine,” Harvey began, leaning back on his chair with his fingers steepled.
“Harvey, look, I was just in there, talking to the team…” I began to scramble for a way out, but he was already shaking his head. I could see the rough drafts of the article spread out in front of him on the table.
“What good is that going to do? We are scheduled to go to print in a week! The centerfold article, the big report on the top six ski resorts in the country has Salthill Peak missing from it!” he was barking at me, and I had no other choice but to wait and allow him to have his say.
“I know what you’re saying, and I spoke to the team. They’ve tried their best to get an interview with the owners or to talk to the staff. They're keeping a low profile, and shunning reporters and journalists,” I argued, and Harvey was shaking his head in disappointment.
“That sounds like a shit excuse to me,” he said as I gulped, realizing that he had just echoed what I had barked at the team. I nodded my head, in full agreement with him.
“These guys at Salthill Peak, not very long ago, were the cream of the crop. They entertained celebrities and European royalty and had exclusive rates which people like you and I would never be able to afford. Their status might have dropped in recent years, but as journalists, it’s our responsibility to find out why,” Harvey was lecturing me, and I nodded my head. He had the same thoughts as me, but I didn’t have a solution.
“Yes, I agree with you completely, Harvey. I wish that I had taken on this article myself. I shouldn’t have left it up in the hands of novices,” I said, in a quiet, respectful voice and Harvey took in a deep breath. I could see the disappointment in his eyes, and even though I had worked closely with him for four years and I knew that he believed in me, I was also aware that he wouldn’t think twice about firing me from the position if he felt that I was doing a lousy job.
“What would you have done if this was up to you? You’ve worked as an investigative journalist before, Siena, how would you have used your skills for a story like this?” Harvey insisted. My eyes seemed to light up. Was he giving me an opportunity to mend my mistakes? I licked my lips and squared my shoulders.
“I would have gone to the resort myself, dug around for a story, tried to talk to the staff and the owners and write a story based on my experience there,” I declared, and to my surprise, a soft smile had started to tug the corners of Harvey’s mouth.
“That’s my girl!” he said and threw himself back in his large leather swivel chair.
“But we barely have any time. We have a week until we go to print,” I said, and Harvey shrugged.
“When has that ever stopped you from chasing after a story? Don’t lose that spark that I admire in you. I believe that you can get this report done in a week. I’m going to count on you and make sure we have a thousand words left empty in the centerfold for your story,” Harvey said. I could feel a weight drawing my shoulders down as he spoke. This was a huge responsibility, and I was both anxious and excited at the same time.
“Siena?” he urged me when I hadn’t spoken in a while. I looked up at him, with my eyes sparkling and my heart beating a mile a minute in my chest.
“Guess I’m going to Aspen then!” I said and bit down on my lip.
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Chapter 2
Ivan
It was early morning. Dawn had just broke, and it cast a dull orange glow in the sky. It was my favorite time of the day, giving me a chance to survey my territory in silence.
Salthill Peak was beautiful in September. The chill in the air was just right before the weather got harsh in October when ski season started. Now, just before the first snow, the air was fresh and sweet, and everywhere I turned, I could see the signs of snow coming.
It was quiet up here, where my grandfather had built our very first resort sixty years ago. Even though Aspen was known the world over as a ski town, and people from everywhere visited in ski season, Salthill Peak was relatively devoid of crowds. My family had managed to maintain its exclusive status for decades, and people from all around the world scrambled to secure a booking.
Things had changed now though, and the truth was that we had nobody to blame but father.
I shook my head and tried to push those thoughts out of my head. I needed to focus on our business and what we had now. Salthill Peak was the first resort our family had built, and now it was the last one left standing after all these years.
The ones that grandfather had built in Austria, and the one father had acquired in Switzerland all had a good run, but we had to sell them eventually. It was no secret that business wasn’t as great as it used to be. Our money had dwindled over the years because of bad investments, and when I took over, I realized that it was hard to get investors to pump in money, and there was a very specific reason for that.
Father had a reputation. He had carefully cultivated a reputation in the industry for being a mean, inhospitable business owner who drove away guests from his ski resorts because of high-handed service and the lack of warmth. Not only that but the few investors we used to have hated working with him as well. Father was a hothead, made rash investment decisions and the truth was that our guests didn’t enjoy staying at our resorts anymore.
When he brought me into the company, right after high school, he had forcibly moved me to Switzerland to live and work with him. I quickly realized the reality of the situation and how much my father preferred his drink over making his business successful. My grandfather’s famous legacy of Salthill Peak and his subsequent resorts were quickly dying, and my father’s lousy business sense and his rude attitude towards investors were responsible for it.
I drew in a deep breath now, filling my lungs with the fresh early morning mountain air. A gust of cold wind blew into my face, and I could feel it pinching my skin, but I didn’t care. I liked it.
I had dedicated my whole life to our family business. Whatever dreams I had of being an Engineer were quickly squashed right after high school because father claimed that he needed my help. However, when I got to Switzerland, I realized that all father needed was a figurehead, so he could drink during the day as much as he wanted. He never approved any new ideas or suggestions I had for the business, and so I could do nothing but stand back and watch as he started selling resort after resort to fund his luxurious lifestyle until we had nothing left other than Salthill Peak.
But father was ill now. He stayed in a wheelchair in one room in our cabin here, and he spent his days cooped up in that room every day. At thirty, it was finally my chance now to run the business the way I had always intended to. I had even managed to invite a group of potential investors to the resort, hoping to impress them and get them to invest so that I could begin building the business up again.
It would be tricky business. Father’s reputation had traveled wide and far, and even though these men had agreed to meet with me, there was still a high chance that they would not be interested in parting with any of their money. Father was known notoriously as a spendthrift and a lousy businessman, without a stable family life and in possession of a starkly dark temper. All these things were enough to drive any investor away from a family business. It was now going to be up to me to impress these men and make them believe that I was not my father and I had plans of running the business very differently.
It was up to Cora and me now, my five-year-old daughter, to create a picture of a stabl
e family. Cora’s mother, Anna, and I hadn’t spoken in close to four years. We had a brief affair in Engelberg in Switzerland, while she worked as a receptionist at our old resort, but when we sold the property and decided to move back to Colorado, Anna had no interest in accompanying us. Cora was the least of her problems, and I knew it was for the best. Towards Anna, I had felt nothing but lust, and she was only one in a long string of women I had been with since the day I turned sixteen. None of them had meant anything to me, and especially not now that I had Cora.
I walked around the deserted resort, realizing that all the guest cabins were empty. When was the last time we had a booking this year? The expenses and maintenance costs were high, and there was no money coming in at all. These issues were all a recipe for disaster.
I knew that if somehow I could secure an investment in the following days, I would have enough money to renovate the place, hire more staff, get the activities up and running and hopefully have the resort up in top shape again for the ski season. Everything now depended on my meeting with the visiting investors, and I was determined to make a deal, at whatever cost.
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All of Holly's romances involve passionate, alpha males who don't shy away from demonstrating just how they feel about their sassy heroines. Because, let's face it, those are the best kinds of book-boyfriends to have.
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