Sail Away

by Lisa Jackson

  Adam’s idea. Right now, she wasn’t convinced working for the company again was such a great plan. As for Adam, she’d seen him briefly a couple of times when he’d stopped by the office, but she’d declined any chance to spend much time with him. Her feelings about him were still confused. She didn’t know whether she hated him or loved him, but she told herself that she couldn’t trust him.

  So why did you take his advice and come back here? Because you “owed him one”? Because you want to start a business relationship with him, become “partners”? Get real, Marnie.

  “Oh, shut up!” she grumbled at the nagging note of conscience that had been hounding her since she returned to Seattle.

  “You talkin’ to me?” Donna’s voice carried through the partially opened door. Donna came with the building and was secretary-receptionist for Marnie, an accountant and an interior designer, all of whom occupied this floor of the Maynard Building.

  “Just to myself,” Marnie sang back.

  Grabbing her briefcase and purse, Marnie walked briskly through the door to her office. Donna, offbeat compared to the secretaries who pledged allegiance to Montgomery Inns, was bent over the keyboard of her computer terminal and fiddling with the keys. Somewhere close to twenty, with spiky red hair and outlandish jewelry, she managed to juggle her workload and keep all three offices running smoothly, though she spent a lot of time drinking coffee and smoking cigarettes. So far, though, Marnie had no complaints. Donna was refreshing, outspoken and incredibly efficient.

  “Damned thing,” Donna muttered, her pretty face a knot of frustration as she poked a long, bloodred finger between the keys of the keyboard.

  The computer bleeped angrily.

  “Problems?” Marnie asked.

  “Always. Can’t get the printer to work. I’ve called the company a million times and they can’t seem to find the bug in the system.” She leaned back in her chair and lit a cigarette, blowing smoke to the ceiling and scowling at the machine as if she could will it to turn on and hum companionably.

  “Wish I could help, but I’m definitely on the ‘user unfriendly’ list,” Marnie joked. “I’ll be at Montgomery Inns for a couple of hours. If it takes longer, I’ll give you a call.”

  “I’ll be here,” Donna replied, wrinkling her nose at the terminal. “Probably all night if I can’t get this thing to work.”

  Marnie waved and walked outside, bracing herself for the battle that she was sure would erupt when she came face-to-face with her father again.

  “Marnie!” Kate Delany clasped her hands together and grinned broadly as Marnie walked toward her desk. Piped-in music played softly from hidden speakers and recessed lighting offered soothing tones in the administrative offices of Montgomery Inns. “It’s good to see you again!” Kate enthused. “You know, it hasn’t been the same here without you—and him—” she motioned to the closed door of Victor’s private suite “—he’s been an absolute bear!”

  “I can imagine,” Marnie drawled.

  “Please, for the rest of us, reconsider and come back,” Kate begged, though her dark eyes sparkled with a teasing light. “If you were around, things would go sooo much smoother.”

  Marnie laughed. She was surprised, but it felt good to be in familiar surroundings again. She relaxed a little as Kate rapped softly before shoving open one of the twin mahogany doors. “She’s here,” Kate said, closing the door behind Marnie and leaving father and daughter alone.

  Victor was seated on the couch, pretending interest in a sailing magazine. “You’re late.”

  “I don’t think so—”

  He looked up then, his face a little paler than she remembered. “God, it’s good to see you.”

  “You, too, Dad.” And she meant it. They stood staring at each other for a few seconds, and all the horrible words and accusations that had kept them apart seemed to fade away. She knew she should still be angry with him; he had, after all, encouraged Kent to lie to the press about their engagement, but despite all Victor’s faults, Marnie knew he loved her. Everything he did was simply because he was trying to make her life easier. “Oh, Dad,” she whispered, her throat suddenly tight.

  Tossing his magazine aside, he rose to his feet and hugged her so fiercely she nearly cried. “Sorry about all that business with Kent,” he said, his voice unusually gruff. “Kate advised me to ‘butt out of your love life.’”

  “A wise woman, Ms. Delany. Maybe you should marry her,” Marnie said, lifting her head and swallowing back her tears. She held her father at arm’s length and cocked her head to one side. “What d’ya think?”

  Victor chuckled as he released her and smoothed his jacket. “Far as I’m concerned, I am married.”

  “Dad, Mom’s been gone a long time.”

  “I know. And when I die, I’m going to be put into the ground right next to her.” He shoved his hands into his pockets and jangled his keys. “Well, have you come to your senses, yet?”

  She felt a knot of anxiety tighten her nerves. “About what?”

  “About coming back, that’s what! I thought you were here to talk business!”

  “Yes and no,” she hedged. “Come on, Dad, let’s sit down.” She motioned toward his desk, and Victor, casting her a suspicious glance, settled into his wide leather chair.

  “What’s this all about?”

  “I do want to work for you,” she said, “but not as an employee. This is what I think we should do…” She launched into her speech, explained about her new business, how she wanted to free-lance, and how she hoped to develop her own set of clients. And become publicist for the Hotel Drake? she thought guiltily.

  As she spoke, rapidly at first, her father said nothing, just tented his hands under his chin and, while his expression turned dark, stared at her over his fingertips.

  When she finally finished, his lips were pursed tightly, and his nostrils had flared. With worried blue eyes, he continued staring at her, and the clock mounted on one wall struck three.

  Marnie’s insides twisted. She couldn’t stand the suspense. “Well?”

  He hesitated, but only slightly, and Marnie’s heart sank. “The answer is no.”

  “No?” All her soaring hopes nose-dived back to earth and crashed on the stones of cold reality. What had she expected? She was, after all, still dealing with Victor Montgomery.

  “You either work for me or you don’t. Period.”

  “But, Dad—”

  He shook his head. “I’ll not be used, and I won’t allow this corporation to be a springboard for you. This company has been good to you, and so have I. I’m willing to pay you top dollar to work for me as an executive, but I’m not going to subsidize your talent so that you can go out and work for the competition.”

  “I’m only working for myself. Like you.”

  “Bull.” His fist crashed onto the desk, jarring his humidor and photographs. “Unless I miss my guess, this has something to do with Drake, doesn’t it?”

  “Adam’s not involved—”

  “Like hell!” Victor’s face suffused with color. “That miserable bastard. First the company, then you. What’s the man got against me?”

  “Maybe he doesn’t like the way you convicted him without a trial,” she said sharply, surprised at her quick defense of a man she, herself, didn’t completely trust.

  “So now you’re on his side. When he practically kidnapped you and God only knows what else?”

  “He didn’t kidnap me, Dad. If anything, I took him where he didn’t want to go. And as for sides, I’m not on his or your—”

  Her father made a dismissive sound just as Kate knocked and poked her head into the office. “Mr. Simms would like to see you. He asked that I interrupt.”

  “Not now,” Victor snapped, but Kent had already brushed past Kate and strode into the office.

  “You’re back?” Kent asked, his handsome face breaking into a smile of relief.

  Marnie had to grit her teeth to be civil to him. “It doesn’t look that way.
”

  Kent stared from Marnie to Victor and back again. “But you’re here and…” He gestured toward her briefcase and she noticed him staring at her clothes—the neat black suit and royal blue silk blouse.

  “I’m here on business, yes,” Marnie replied, lifting her chin, “but your boss isn’t interested.”

  “Victor?” Kent asked.

  Victor grumbled as he reached for his pipe and humidor. “She’s here because of Drake.”

  “No, Dad. This is my business.”

  “Humph.” He unscrewed the lid of the humidor and filled his pipe with his favorite blend of tobacco.

  “Drake?” Kent repeated. “What’s he got to do with this?”

  “Nothing!” Marnie insisted.

  “Everything. He’s behind this, you know.” Victor struck a match and puffed furiously as he tried to light his pipe. The flame burned his fingers, and he cursed around the stem of his pipe, waving the match out before lighting another. “He’s concocted some harebrained scheme about Marnie going out on her own, starting her own publicity business, for crying out loud, and then holding this company up for ransom while working for my competitors! Well, I won’t have it!” He shook out his match.

  Marnie climbed to her feet and leaned over her father’s desk. Her temper was slowly getting the better of her. “You haven’t even heard me out,” she said, ignoring Kent. “You have no idea what I’d charge. Hiring me free-lance would be cheaper than paying me all those employee benefits and taxes you keep complaining about.”

  “Hey—slow down. You want to work here?” Kent inquired, his gaze as skeptical as her father’s.

  “On my terms.”

  “Out of the question.” Victor tried to hand her back her proposal, but she reached for her briefcase, snapped it closed and turned her back on the neatly typed pages in her father’s fingers.

  “Read it, Dad. You might find it interesting.” She crossed to the door, and Kent, with a high-sign to Victor, followed her past Kate’s desk and down the hall.

  “Let me talk to him for you,” he suggested, once they were out of Kate’s earshot.

  “No, thanks. I can speak for myself.” Kent was a good reason to be glad she didn’t have to work with Montgomery Inns. She wasn’t sure she could stand being around him.

  “I know, but I think we could work something out.” When she didn’t reply and kept marching toward the elevators, Kent grabbed her arm and tried to twirl her around. “Marnie, if you’ll just listen—”

  “Let go of me!” She yanked her arm back as the doors of the elevator opened. Why had she come here? She’d known how her father would react. Now she had to deal with Kent! Shooting him a withering glare, she climbed into the waiting elevator and pressed the button for the lobby. Kent slid between the closing doors.

  She was trapped alone with Kent. Damn Adam Drake and his stupid ideas! She should’ve known this would blow up in her face. She stood in one corner of the car, watching as the lights to the floors flickered on and off. Fourteen…thirteen…twelve…

  “Marnie,” Kent said softly.

  Eleven…ten…

  “I want you back.”

  She uttered a sound of disbelief. “No.” Nine…

  “I want to see you again.”

  “It’s over, Kent.” Eight…seven…Come on, come on, elevator, she thought, wishing it would land in the lobby or some other soul would stop its downward descent and climb on board.

  “It doesn’t have to be.”

  She held her silence and heard him swear softly before he slammed his palm on the “stop” button. The elevator jerked to a halt somewhere between the fourth and third floors. Her feet nearly slipped out from under her, and her briefcase banged against the walls of the car. “What are you doing?” she nearly screamed.

  “I’m going to talk, damn it, and you’re going to listen!”

  “No way!” She reached behind him, trying to press the control panel, but he caught her wrist and shoved her back against the wooden panels of the elevator car. “Are you out of your mind?” she whispered, shocked at his nerve. Who did he think he was? “Let go of me!”

  “You’re the one who should come to your senses.”

  “About what?”

  “Us, Marnie. We could be good together.”

  “Oh, pleeease.” She couldn’t believe he still thought she cared. What an incredible ego! She pulled hard on her arm, but he didn’t release her. “Let go of me, Kent,” she warned, wondering if she should scream or kick. Screaming would attract attention—probably the wrong kind—and kicking him might make him all the more violent.

  “I mean it,” he persisted, his face close to hers. “We’ve got so much going for us already. Your dad approves of me, he bought us the boat—”

  “A big mistake. We’ve got nothing, Kent. Release me immediately and I won’t cause a scene.”

  He didn’t hear her, but rambled on. “I’m sorry for Dolores and for talking out of turn to the press. I made some mistakes, and don’t you think I’ve paid for them?” For a second a glimmer of intense pain surfaced in his hazel eyes.

  She didn’t buy it.

  “Come on, Marnie. Why don’t you and I take the boat for a cruise, try to patch things up?”

  “I don’t want to hear this, Kent,” she said, her voice edged in steel as she glared at him. Motioning toward the control panel with her briefcase, she said, “You’ve had your little drama, now take your hands off me and let’s get going. I have another appointment.”

  “With whom?”

  “It doesn’t matter.”

  “Drake?” Kent demanded, and his fingers tightened around her wrist, pinching her skin. Her stomach roiled.

  “Stop it—”

  “He doesn’t care for you, you know. You saw that up on the island.” Kent’s face was so close to hers she could see the beads of sweat on his upper lip. “He’s using you, Marnie. To get back at your father, or me, or whoever else he thinks hurt him. He doesn’t care for you and he never will.”

  He voiced all her own insecurities, but she managed to lift her chin a fraction and stare into his eyes. “Let me go, you bastard. Or I’ll call security.”

  Kent sneered, and his breath was hot against her face. For the first time since entering the car with him she felt real fear. “You think he loves you, don’t you? Oh, God, Marnie, you’re such a fool.” He laughed coldly before his lips crashed down on hers with a possessive force that repelled her. Her stomach roiled again, and she struggled, pushing against his shoulders and trying to kick him in the shins. But he sidestepped her blow and kissed her all the harder, groaning low in his throat and pinning her hard against the elevator wall. His mouth ground down on hers with a savagery that scared her to death. She stopped struggling, went absolutely rigid in his arms.

  He tried to turn her on. His hands moved against her back, his lips played across hers, but she remained stiff and unresponsive as a statue, knowing instinctively that if she fought him, he’d misconstrue her struggle for passion. When he lifted his head for a second, she moved quickly, biting his lip, then lunging past him and hitting the control panel with both hands.

  He yipped. The car jolted, nearly toppling them both before resuming its downward flight.

  “Don’t you ever touch me again,” she warned furiously, brandishing her briefcase as if she’d hit him with it. “If you ever, ever lay so much as one finger on me, I’ll have you up on charges so fast your head will spin.”

  Blood surfaced at the corner of his mouth, but she didn’t feel a shred of remorse. He reached into his pocket for his handkerchief and dabbed at the corner of his mouth. “You’re making a big mistake,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he attended his wound.

  “Not as big as the one I made when I got engaged to you.”

  His face twisted as if he really were in pain. He blinked hard, and his voice cracked when he whispered, “I love you, Marnie,” but he didn’t try to reach for her again.

  “No, Kent,” s
he replied as the elevator hit ground level. “You love yourself. And my father’s money. And the boat. Nothing else really matters to you.” She turned and left him, pretending she didn’t hear when he called after her.

  “That boat is half mine! I’ve still got my things, my things on board,” he yelled.

  Marnie didn’t bother turning around. She crossed the tiled foyer of the hotel, walked through a revolving door and took big gulps of rain-washed air. She was shaking all over and she thought she might throw up at the thought of Kent’s hands on her. She went to the nearest phone booth and dialed Adam’s number. If only she could see him, touch him…but that was crazy. She was lucky to be rid of Kent; she couldn’t rush things with Adam. She wasn’t even sure that she wanted Adam as part of her life.

  But he already was.

  With that disturbing thought, she hung up the unanswered phone, walked back into the building and ran down the stairs to the parking lot.

  It took another week for Victor to call. In that time Marnie hadn’t seen much of Adam, but that was her choice. No men. No complications. “And no fun,” Donna informed her when she heard about Marnie’s philosophy. “You know what they say about all work and no play.”

  “’They,’ whoever they are, could be wrong,” Marnie replied.

  She and Donna had just finished lunch—take-out Chinese food—and Donna was getting ready for an afternoon of typing late tax returns for the accountant by touching up her fingernails with a coat of raspberry-ice polish. Why Donna polished her nails before typing was a mystery to Marnie, but she didn’t complain because Donna’s work was flawless and they were fast becoming friends.

  “Who are these guys anyway?” Donna said, motioning with her head toward a stack of phone messages in Marnie’s mail slot. “Victor, Kent, Adam and some guy named Ryan Barns. They never leave you alone.”

  Marnie grinned impishly, and she threw back her head. “They’re all my lovers,” she teased, glancing at Donna from the corners of her slitted eyes.