The second message was from Danica. Crap. She’d dodged Danica’s calls last night, too. She hadn’t wanted to be consoled, and now guilt pressed in on her. She picked up her cell and called her sister.
“Lacy, are you okay?” Danica asked.
“I’m fine. I just needed to be alone.”
“You’re sure you’re okay? What happened? I looked for you Sunday morning, but you had already checked out. Savannah said she heard there was trouble between you and Dane.”
Lacy rolled her eyes in an effort to keep her tears at bay. “Is nothing sacred?” she managed.
“Savannah cares.”
“Yeah? Well, she shouldn’t,” Lacy said.
“Oh, Lacy. You sound so sad. What happened?” Danica asked.
She didn’t want to argue with Danica. She pushed the confusion she was feeling onto Danica, thinking she would agree and help her to remain strong. “Let’s just say that I realized that waiting fifteen months to be with someone isn’t right. I should have seen the red flags before. You were a therapist; you should have warned me.” Lacy picked up a tissue and wiped her eyes.
“Really? So it’s my fault? I thought you were okay with not seeing him for that long. You were crazy busy, too, and you said you understood. What happened?” Danica asked.
Lacy didn’t answer. Lying was not her strong suit.
“Lacy?” When Lacy didn’t respond, Danica said, “Lacy, listen, honey. If this is really about the panic attack, you can work through that. Your panic attack could have been caused by all of it—your heightened emotions for Dane, fifteen months of building up expectations and turning all that lust into real intimacy, and worrying about if you were afraid of sharks. Anxiety is a funny thing, Lace. It can be really powerful and fed by so many different things.”
Lacy just wanted the whole mess to go away. She already loved Dane too much to be the woman he always had to worry about. Dane had been so attentive to her needs. She knew he would be the same way forever if that’s what it took, and she couldn’t let him mollycoddle her because of her stupid fears. He deserved to be with a normal person who wasn’t afraid of the very things he worked so hard to save. It hurt to think about him, much less talk about him. She’d made up her mind already, and this time she was sticking to her guns, even if it meant leading her sister down a wayward path that she didn’t really care all that much about…or maybe she did. She didn’t really know, and it hurt too much to think about it, but it would definitely shut down Danica’s attempts to push her toward Dane.
“He has women all over the world,” Lacy said.
“So?”
“So? Danica!” Lacy lowered her voice. “What do you mean, so?” Damn it. I thought that would shut you up.
“What a person does before they meet the person they want to be with has no bearing on who they are going to be after they meet him…or her,” Danica said. “Look at Blake.”
“That’s different,” Lacy said. Why is she so set on this relationship?
“Really? How?” Danica asked.
It was no secret that before meeting Danica, Blake was a player of the worst kind. He’d have sex with any woman who wanted him.
“Most men aren’t capable of change,” Lacy said.
“Not true,” Danica retorted.
“They have to want to change.”
“True, and does he?” Danica asked.
“How should I know?” Lacy asked.
“Do you want him to?” Danica asked.
“I don’t know.” Lacy closed her eyes against another wave of tears. “None of it matters. I can’t be around a guy who tags sharks if I’m afraid of sharks.”
“It’s a phobia, and you have no idea how bad it is. You’ve had one panic attack, and you had all those other anxiety-provoking issues rising at the same time. Once you and Dane spend more time together, your anxiety level might dissipate, and spending time learning about sharks and inundating yourself with them could lead you to conquer whatever fear is left. You can work through that if you want to, and it probably wouldn’t be too difficult.”
Silence filled the airwaves.
“What’s your plan?” Danica asked.
“Forget I ever met him and go on with my life,” Lacy said.
“And how did that go last night?”
Lacy looked down at her lap, remembering the box of tissues she’d gone through and the pint of ice cream she’d eaten.
“Lacy?” Danica said.
“Hmm?”
“Before you close that door, why don’t you talk to him? It doesn’t mean you have to be with him, but just clear the air. You waited fifteen months. Fifteen months. That’s a long time to wait just to turn your back because of a panic attack. I can help you with that, too,” Danica said.
“But doesn’t it mean that he doesn’t really like me, or that he’s a user or something, because he didn’t come see me in all that time? Think about it, Dan. Would you put up with that?” Lacy asked. She’d gone over their situation in her mind for hours the evening before. Every time he had free time, she’d said she didn’t, because of that damn promotion she’d wanted so badly, but the truth was, she’d been just as afraid as he’d said that he had been.
Danica sighed. “I don’t know. You were so happy over that period of time. You weren’t pining away for a man who was treating you badly. He called you every time he said he would. He Skyped and FaceTimed, and he sent emails and cards. It’s not like you were being neglected.”
“Damn it, Danica. You’re not making this any easier,” Lacy said. Her office phone rang. “Hold on.” She lowered her cell to her lap and answered her office phone. “Lacy Snow.”
“Our new client is here. Can you join me in my office now instead of nine?” Fred asked.
“Of course. Give me two minutes,” Lacy said.
“Sure.”
She hung up the phone and returned to the conversation with Danica. “I have to go. My boss wants me to meet a new client.”
“Okay, but listen, Lacy. Maybe you shouldn’t make any snap judgments about Dane. I can help you work through your phobia, and you can figure things out with him slowly,” Danica said.
“I don’t know. I think it’s for the best if we’re not together. I’ve been ignoring his calls and texts, which, let me tell you, was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. I’m so used to hearing his voice almost every night that last night was torture. I wasn’t ever lonely before meeting him and now, after talking to him almost every night and then meeting him”—and touching him—“I’m so damn lonely. How can I be lonely after seeing him for only one weekend?” Lacy groaned. “I have to believe it’s for the best.” And I’ll just live with a broken heart forever.
DANE SAT ACROSS from Fred Wright, managing director of World Geographic, focusing on the ruse he’d initiated. Lacy could avoid his phone calls and his messages, but she couldn’t avoid a man who was standing before her. His feelings for her were too strong to let the last year and a half fall away like it meant nothing. In many ways, those long-distance conversations had been more intimate than the night they’d spent together in Wellfleet. They meant everything to him, and the changes he was seeing in himself were all because of Lacy. He’d be damned if he’d just let her walk away. He had to at least try to get her to recognize and accept the man he wanted to be, and part of who he wanted to be was the man to help her with her fear of sharks.
His stomach had been tied in knots since he’d settled on the idea. He was taking all sorts of risks. Lacy might go off on him the second she saw him, exposing his ruse and finalizing their breakup all in one fell swoop. Dane hung on to the tiny shred of hope that her job was too important to her to do that.
Lacy walked through Fred’s office door, wearing a white scoop-necked blouse and a pair of fitted black slacks and flashing a businesslike smile. Dane’s heart leaped into his throat. Her eyes swept the room, landing on Dane. It pained him to watch her professional greeting morph into a confused gape. Her finely mani
cured eyebrows drew together. Her eyes darted between the two men.
“Wha…” she managed.
“Lacy, this is Dane Braden. He’s the founder of the Brave Foundation, and he’s hired us to handle his marketing campaign for the upcoming year.” Fred was a diminutive man with narrow shoulders and a thick waist. He motioned toward Dane with a smile. “I’m sorry I didn’t give you time to prepare. Mr. Braden called the service last night and had me paged. It was too late by the time we wrapped things up to call, and we’ve been working all morning to coordinate a plan.”
“Uh…hello?” she said.
“Lacy.” Dane stood and shook her hand as if he’d never met her, much less ravaged her body a few nights earlier. He’d take his lead from Lacy, play the game her way…sort of. Her hand trembled within his, and Dane put his other hand over it, hoping she’d take comfort in the small embrace and maybe even ease the darts she was casting his way.
Lacy lowered herself into the chair beside Dane with a confused gaze.
Dane breathed a sigh of relief. At least she didn’t call me out right away. He knew he shouldn’t smile, because she might think he was gloating, but he couldn’t wipe the stupid grin from his face. Just seeing her again made his heart sing. It was all he could do not to reach out and touch the soft skin of her cheek.
“As I explained, the Brave Foundation has hired World Geographic to develop their marketing program, promote the brand, and get their name into new media channels. Lacy, Mr. Braden has—”
“Dane, please,” Dane said.
Fred smiled. “Dane, thank you. Dane has requested that you head up the efforts.”
Dane saw her flinch, and the light that her smile brought to the room was sucked away with the confusion and hurt in her eyes.
“But…I’m on an assignment already. And I’ve got—” she said in a thin voice.
“Already taken care of,” Fred interrupted. “Tasha is going to take over your other accounts for the foreseeable future while you immerse yourself in the Brave Foundation activities and get to know their focus and marketplace.”
Lacy drew her eyes to Dane and pursed her lips.
“I heard you were the best,” Dane explained.
“You did?”
He heard the annoyance in her voice.
“From whom?” she asked.
Dane had spent the morning researching Lacy’s previous clients and had come away even more impressed with her abilities than he’d already been. “Oceanic Research, and a good friend at the Boots for Boys Foundation said I couldn’t find a more qualified person for the job.”
Lacy clenched her jaw, but beyond the tension in her face and behind the angry stare, he recognized sadness. The redness beneath her lashes told him that she, too, had had a difficult evening. I’m doing the right thing.
“Dan—”
“Dane,” Dane corrected her, smiling to himself at her attempt to rile him. That’s the Lacy I know and love. Dane loved Lacy’s femininity, but her strength was equally as appealing.
Fred interrupted. “Lacy, Dane is currently on assignment in Chatham, and as of this afternoon, so are you.”
“Excuse me?” Lacy asked.
“It’s exciting, I know,” Fred began. “This is a brilliant idea. Immerse yourself in their work for a week or two. Strategize. See who they talk to, how they present themselves—really get involved. Become one of the team.” Fred looked at Dane. “She’s incredibly talented. Our best account manager.”
“One of the team? Sorry, Dane, but doesn’t your company handle shark research? Unfortunately, I’m afraid of sharks, so this is probably not the best match.” Lacy pushed to her feet with a gloating smile.
Dane had anticipated such a reaction. “Yes, we do, and that shouldn’t be an issue. I will ensure that you are not put in any uncomfortable situations,” he said.
Lacy narrowed her eyes. “But being near that activity is uncomfortable for me.”
“In that case, I will ensure that you will not be near any of that type of activity.” Dane felt the burn of Lacy’s stare. As much as he cared and as much as it sent a pain through his gut to see her squirming in her chair and to know her brain was working to figure out a way to disengage from the assignment, he had to believe that they deserved this chance to see if that one night was a precursor to a fulfilling and happy life together, or if he’d been altogether wrong about them.
Dane stood and extended his hand across Fred’s desk. “It’s been a pleasure, thank you. I look forward to a mutually beneficial business relationship.” And so much more with Lacy. He turned to leave and extended the same handshake toward Lacy with just as professional of a tone in his voice. “I’m driving to Chatham this afternoon. Would you like to ride with me?” Dane couldn’t imagine his life without Lacy in it, and he wasn’t leaving anything to chance. He knew that Lacy would worry about being pressured into being intimate with him, and he’d already come up with a plan to help her feel more at ease. He would assure her that he would not fall any deeper in love with her. She didn’t need to know that he already felt as though he’d fallen to the center of the earth.
“I have a car, thank you,” she answered with an icy stare.
Chapter Twelve
“I’M THE WRONG person. I’m afraid of sharks. I have too much other work to do. Please give it to Tasha.” Lacy had been trying to convince Fred that she was the wrong person for the job for five minutes, and she felt like she was banging her head against the wall. I’ll kill Dane. Why was he doing this? He could have any woman he wanted. Why her? I’m not anything special. Even as she thought the words, she knew it wasn’t about her being special. It was about how what they had together was special. She knew that because she felt it, too. It was too powerful to deny, which was why she bolstered her resolve to ignore it.
“I have faith in you, Lacy,” Fred said. “This is a major account for World Geographic, and I expect you to treat it with the same diligence and professionalism as you would any other assignment. Your job depends on it.”
Fred had supported her vehemently in the five years since she’d worked under his supervision. He’d pushed her to work harder and reach her potential at times when she thought she already had done just that. He urged her down the right path to secure the promotion she’d been working so hard toward. Was he really going to pull that out from under her? He had to believe this stupid ruse was what would seal the deal for the promotion, or he wouldn’t threaten her. Damn it. “My job depends on it? Are you telling me that you’ll fire me if I don’t take this assignment?” Lacy broke out in a sweat. Lose my job?
“No. You’re a valuable employee, Lacy. But we both know you have higher aspirations than account manager, and you’ve proven that you have the skills and the dedication. If I give this to Tasha, you could be swept under the rug for that senior account rep promotion you’ve been vying for.”
“This account is that important?” Lacy asked.
“This account will bring in an enormous amount of revenue for us. Lacy, senior account rep will mean that you call the shots. You decide who you take on as a client and when. You’ll have underlings to do your research and administrative work. This is big, Lacy. Besides, going to Chatham for a week or two? Not a rough way to earn a living. Dane Braden seems nice and professional. He’s agreed to an excessive travel budget for you, too. You’ll be well taken care of,” Fred assured her.
I bet I will. That’s what I’m afraid of. She couldn’t afford to lose her chance at the promotion. She’d worked too hard to maintain a lead in the running—and she’d missed out on seeing Dane for all those months. She silently groaned inside. As much as the idea sent her heart and her head into fits of confusion over working with Dane, she reluctantly relented.
“Fine,” she said. “Thank you for the opportunity.” The opportunity to fight my freaking urges to smack Dane upside his head and follow it up with a kiss on those luscious lips. Stop it. Stop it. Stop it.
Lacy grabbed her cell ph
one and stormed out of the building. She dialed Danica’s number, pacing the parking lot, feeling as though fumes were coming out her ears.
After Danica’s voicemail picked up, she left a message. “He was here, Danica. He showed up at my work and hired my company, and now I have to go to Chatham and work with him or I’ll lose my chance at the promotion. Damn it. Where are you?” She lowered the phone and then quickly put it back to her ear. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to rant. I’m just so frustrated. Call me? Please?” Lacy ended the call and stared at the building. Too angry to return to work, she stalked to the edge of the parking lot and continued pacing off her frustration. She stepped to the side to let a car pass, and when it stopped beside her, she spun around.
Damn it, Dane.
He sat in the car with a smile on his lips. “Sorry,” he said with a shrug.
“Sorry? You come into my office and demand that I follow you to Chatham, and all you can say is sorry? What do you think is going to happen, Dane? That I’ll be swept off my feet? Nothing’s changed. This was a big mistake.” She planted her legs in a determined stance and crossed her arms, willing the tears in her eyes not to fall.
“That’s kind of what I’m hoping for,” he said.
Lacy groaned. “Not happening. You can’t buy your way into someone’s heart.”
“A heart that can be bought is not a heart worth pursuing. Lace, I’ve experienced your heart, and I’ve never seen anything so pure.”
“Stop it,” she said.
“What?”
“Being so damn nice to me.”
Dane smiled again. “We should really talk about the details of the assignment, don’t you think?” Dane parked the car and opened the door.
As soon as his foot hit the pavement, her heart skipped a beat. She dragged her eyes down his body, remembering the feel of him on top of her. Inside of her. Don’t. Don’t. Don’t. Lacy took a step backward.
Dane reached into his pocket and handed her an envelope. “This has the address of the cottage I rented for you. It’s right in Chatham, so you won’t have to travel far each day. It’s nice—right on Cockel Cove. I think you’ll enjoy it.”
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