She stretched up on tiptoes and kissed him just below the jaw. “Sleep over,” she whispered.
“No.”
His harsh tone didn’t bother her because he was kissing the side of her neck while he refused her.
“Don’t you want to?”
“Of course I want to,” he said. “And if the circumstances were different, I would.”
His hands slid inside her robe. He couldn’t get enough of her. Not good, he told himself. He pulled his hands back. “The whole world is watching you, and I don’t want anyone talking . . .”
“The whole world? Surely not.”
“You’ve got the police department, the security team, the hotel staff, and your brothers watching your every move. Did you forget there’s a policeman standing outside your door? I don’t want anyone speculating about you or gossiping or teasing . . .” She was kissing his neck and tormenting him with her tongue. “Stop that.”
After giving the order, he put his hands on her shoulders with the intent of making her step back. He pulled her up against him instead. His chin dropped down on her head.
“Am I the only one worried about your reputation?”
“Apparently so.”
He laughed. “Damn, you’re sweet.”
He tilted her chin up and kissed her. If she hadn’t been so hot, he might have been able to give her a quick good-bye kiss. Regan wasn’t just sweet and sexy and hot, though. She was enthusiastic and demanding. She could turn him into Jell-O if she kept kissing without a hint of reservation. The little whimper she made in the back of her throat triggered a primitive response.
When he ended the kiss, she collapsed against him.
What had happened to his self-restraint? His discipline? Regan could turn him on faster than he could snap his fingers. Man oh man, she was getting to him, and he had to somehow put a stop to it. He was leaving, and nothing was going to change his mind.
“Listen, Regan. This can’t happen again.”
He waited for an argument. He expected her to be upset. Their lovemaking had been pretty incredible, and he had the scratches on his shoulders where her nails had dug in to prove that it was perfect for her too. Yeah, of course she would argue.
“Yes, I know.”
“What?”
“I agree,” she said. “It can’t happen again.”
A pang of disappointment went through him. “I’ve got to get out of here. Lock the door after me.”
His hand cupped the back of her neck and he jerked her close so he could kiss her again.
And then he was gone. Regan flipped the dead bolt in place and fell back against the door. Alec had clearly worn her out. She was still trembling. She dropped her robe on her way back to bed. The sheets were still warm from the heat of their bodies. She wrapped herself in them and closed her eyes.
She was determined not to think about the future, but that was easier said than done. Tears streamed down her face. What an idiot she was. She was falling in love with him. No, she wasn’t falling, she was already in love with him. She would never have been able to let go the way she did tonight if she hadn’t loved him. She knew exactly when she realized it too. She and Henry had been sitting in the hotel bar watching as Kevin poured his heart out to Alec, and the compassion she’d seen in Alec’s eyes had been her undoing. Oh, yes, she’d known it for a while; she’d just been too stupid to admit it.
Besides his compassion, there were so many things she loved about him. He was a man of honor and integrity. She’d figured that out after spending an hour with him. He was also dedicated to his job. He was fiercely loyal to those he cared about, and he had the most wonderful sense of humor.
He did have flaws, but at the moment she could not remember any. She let out a loud groan. Don’t think about the future, she told herself. Don’t think about the day he leaves.
She couldn’t turn her mind off, and the more she told herself not to think about him, the more she did. Regan buried her face in the pillow and cried herself to sleep.
Chapter Thirty-seven
IT WAS A NEW DAY AND REGAN HAD A NEW ATTITUDE. WHILE SHE showered and dressed, she gave herself a lecture. She was a big girl; she could handle a broken heart. Sure she could. She would survive when Alec left, and she vowed he would never know how she felt about him.
Alec wasn’t outside her door. She’d already looked through the peephole. The same young policeman who’d come on duty when she and Alec had left for the country club last night was waiting for her. She hurried because she knew the policeman had to be exhausted. She’d just pulled on her jeans and slipped into her sandals when her phone rang. Spencer was on the line. He told her he was in her office, but she’d already guessed that because she could hear the television blaring in the background.
“Want me to come up there after the game, or do you want to come down here?”
She didn’t ask what game because there was always some game playing. “I’ll be right down,” she promised.
“Aiden’s here.”
“Is that a warning?”
“Maybe.”
“Yeah, well, you need to warn him. Time has not softened my attitude, Spencer. I’m still out for blood.”
Spencer laughed. “I can’t wait to see that.”
The second she hung up the phone, she started sneezing. Maybe she was allergic to her brothers. The ridiculous thought made her laugh. She went back into the bathroom, took her allergy medicine, then grabbed her keys, stuffed them into her pocket, and opened the door.
The policeman escorted her to her office. She tried to coax him into coming inside and relaxing on the sofa, but he refused. He’d been told to stand guard in the hall, and that’s what he was going to do.
She noticed the stack of mail on Henry’s desk as she walked past, but she didn’t take time to go through it. Henry would get to it tomorrow, and he’d let her know if there was anything that required her attention.
Aiden was standing behind her desk using her phone. He smiled and nodded when he saw her and then picked up a paper from a folder he’d spread open and began to read to whoever was on the line. He was wearing what he considered weekend or casual attire: a pair of khaki pants and a polo knit shirt. Aiden worked out, and he had the muscles in his upper arms to prove it. He looked tired, though, but then he always did. Building an empire apparently required putting in a twenty-four-hour day.
Spencer, on the other hand, didn’t look jet-lagged or tired at all. He was sitting on her sofa and was hunched over another file folder he’d spread on her coffee table.
“Hey, you,” she called out.
Spencer quickly stood and then stretched his arms over his shoulders. His clothing really was casual, an old pair of jeans and a well-worn blue rugby shirt.
She crossed the office and hugged him. “I didn’t get to tell you last night how happy I am that you’re home.”
“Me too,” he said. “Unfortunately, I won’t be here long.”
She stepped back. “How long?”
“That depends.”
Aiden distracted her when he came up behind her and put his arm around her shoulder.
“Are you doing okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she answered. She folded her arms across her chest and asked, “Are you ready to talk?”
“About what?”
“Oh, please.”
“The stress is getting to you, isn’t it?” Spencer said.
Before she could answer, Spencer turned to Aiden and said, “I talked to a man with the police, a guy named Lewis, and he told me the investigation was progressing nicely.”
“Lewis doesn’t know what he’s talking about,” Aiden said. “But the detective Lewis put in charge is good. Talk to him,” he suggested. “His name is John Wincott.”
“Don’t pester him,” Regan said. “Let him do his job.”
Her brothers stood side by side facing her, and as she looked from one to the other, she suddenly realized how handsome they were. She’d never real
ly noticed how much they looked alike. They also shared some of the same mannerisms. Like the frowns they were giving her now. Those were definitely identical.
“They don’t have anything yet, do they?” Spencer asked.
Aiden answered. “Talk to Wincott.”
Spencer rubbed the back of his neck. “Okay, I will. Maybe we ought to hire more security, just until we leave.”
Regan shook her head. “I’m tripping over security guards now. I don’t want you to hire more men. I mean it, Aiden. Promise me.”
“I’m going to do what I think is necessary to keep you safe.”
Spencer agreed. “You’re our little sister, and if we don’t look out for you, who will?”
“We know that under normal circumstances you can take care of yourself, but this isn’t a normal circumstance,” added Aiden.
“I think he should hire more guards. For God’s sake, there’s a killer out there just waiting for the opportunity, and that’s why Aiden and I . . .” Spencer paused.
“Yes?”
“We both thought you would be safe in Melbourne.”
They were doing it again, she realized. Ganging up on her. She couldn’t blame them. The tactic had always worked on her. They were used to wearing her down until she agreed to whatever it was they wanted. She wasn’t upset. In the past, she had always caved. But those days were over. Her brothers just didn’t know it yet.
She couldn’t wait to enlighten them.
“You think I’ll be safer in Melbourne?”
“Yes,” Spencer said. “We’ll fly back together, and we’ll find a nice, safe, secluded place for you to stay.”
She smiled. “And it will be safe because killers don’t get on planes. Is that what you think?”
“No need to be sarcastic, Regan,” Spencer said.
“Spence, why don’t you tell it like it is? You’ve already found that nice, safe, secluded place, haven’t you?”
“As a matter of fact, I have.”
“I’m not going.”
Before he could argue, she turned to Aiden. “What made you think you had the right to get rid of my car?”
“Didn’t he buy you a BMW?”
“Stay out of this, Spencer.”
“The only reason you kept that piece of junk was to irritate me. Isn’t that right?” Aiden asked. Before she could answer, he plunged ahead. “If you had had a new car when you left that seminar, you could have pushed the panic button on the key, and maybe, just maybe, someone would have come to your aid when that maniac was chasing you.”
“When I think what could have happened to you,” Spencer said with a disapproving shake of his head. “You’ve got to know how important you are to us.”
“Running from him . . . look what you did to your knee,” Aiden said.
“Are you suggesting I shouldn’t have run?”
“Don’t be a smart . . .” Spencer started and then stopped.
“You had surgery,” Aiden reminded her. “And when did we find out about it?”
“After the fact,” Spencer answered. He was getting angry now. “You should have told us.”
“It was a minor surgery,” she said.
She walked over to the desk and leaned against it. “I didn’t want it to become a big production. I didn’t even tell Cordie or Sophie.”
“We’re your family,” Spencer said. “You should have told us.”
“Look, Regan, I know you want to be independent, but you take it to the extreme.”
Spencer dropped down on the sofa, but Aiden continued to stand. He looked as if he wanted to tell her something but wasn’t sure how.
She sighed. Now she was trying to read his mind. “About the car . . .” she began.
“We’re finished talking about the car,” Aiden said.
There was a time she would have backed down. Not today. “No, we aren’t. I’m only just getting started. I’ll admit that I was being childish. I kept the car because I knew it irritated you, so, yes, Aiden, you were right about that. However, I don’t agree with or like what you did. You should have asked me before you had my car towed away.”
“You would have said no.”
“Aiden, you had no right—” she began.
“I agree with Aiden,” Spencer said.
She glared at him. “When don’t you agree with him?”
He looked shocked. He wasn’t used to her arguing with him. “When I don’t agree with Aiden, I tell him I don’t agree.”
“It’s done,” Aiden said. “Let it go.”
“We’ve got some important things to discuss,” Spencer added. “And I want to get to them.”
“Maybe we should go into the boardroom,” Alec suggested as he gathered the papers and slipped them back into the file folder.
“Do you want to have the annual meeting now? Are you prepared?”
Spencer stood and walked forward. “Actually Aiden and I already did that.”
She was furious. “When?”
“Early this morning. You’ve got so much on your mind that we didn’t think you would want to be bothered,” Spencer said. “Everything we went over is in that black binder on your desk. Take your time looking it over.”
She didn’t say a word, but she was so angry with the two of them she thought steam might be coming out of her ears.
“Okay,” she said quietly.
Spencer looked relieved. Then she asked, “Did you allocate funds?”
“Yes.”
“What’s my budget?”
“Same as last year.”
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?” Spencer asked. “It’s done.”
“No, it isn’t done. We’re going to talk about this. I want to triple my budget.”
She was looking at Aiden when she very calmly stated what she wanted. He shook his head. “That’s out of the question. We’ve already slotted money for most of the charities in the city because you wanted us to—”
“And because it was the right thing to do,” she interjected.
“Yes,” he agreed. “But we can’t do any more than that, at least not this fiscal year.”
“We have to think about the bottom line,” Spencer said. “We’re trying to make a profit.”
“You are making a profit, Spencer.”
“The budget’s set,” he said. “And we’ve got a new hotel going up.”
“Yes, I know,” she said. “In Melbourne.”
“Yes, in Melbourne,” he agreed. “But we’re just now finalizing plans for another one.”
“Oh? Where?”
“Sydney.”
“I didn’t know that.”
“Now you do,” Spencer said. “We’re hoping to break ground within six months. We’re on a tight schedule, and we’re really moving ahead on this one.”
“And did Walker vote for this?”
“Of course he did. You know Walker. As long as we don’t interfere with his racing, we can pretty much do what we want.”
She picked up a pencil and began to twirl it between her fingers like a baton.
“I’m not a real important part of this organization, am I? Did either of you ever think to talk to me about this expansion?”
“No,” Spencer said. “You’ve been under tremendous stress.”
“Yes, right. Stress.”
“What’s gotten into you?” Spencer said. “I’ve never seen you so antagonistic.”
“I’ve been doing a lot of thinking.”
She waited for one of them to ask her what she had been thinking about, but neither one of them did. She wasn’t really sure Aiden was even paying attention to the conversation. He seemed far more interested in the paper he was reading. The pencil twirling got away from her, and the pencil went flying. It landed at Aiden’s feet. Regan immediately reached for another one.
As she turned, she spotted Henry. He was standing at his desk. What was he doing here on Sunday? He should be out, having some fun, she thought. And who was he talking to?
She couldn’t quite see.
“Why are you so nervous today?” Spencer asked.
“Why do you think I’m nervous?”
In answer, he looked at her hard. Her pencil was going at Mach four speed. She made herself stop.
Aiden picked up the pencil from the floor, handed it to her, and then pulled out the chair behind her desk and sat down. He opened the folder and said, “Regan, you need to look over these contracts Sam sent over.”
“For the new hotel?” she asked.
“Yes.”
“If our attorney sent over contracts, you two must have known about the expansion a long time ago. Odd that you never mentioned it to me.”
“Would you have been interested?” Spencer asked.
“Yes, I would.”
He didn’t believe her. “There’s a basic difference between our philosophies,” he said. “Aiden and I try to make money, and you try to give it all away.”
She smiled. “Not all, Spencer. Just some.”
Her brother walked over to the credenza and poured himself a glass of water.
“I don’t know how it happened,” he said. “We grew up in the same house.”
“I knew I was different and I tried to be more like you, but I didn’t become a capitalist.”
“Right.”
“That’s what I’ve been thinking about,” she said. “And I’ve come to some startling realizations.”
“Like what?”
“I’ve always thought I had to earn your love. Silly, huh? I worried that if I didn’t please you and Aiden, that you would stop loving me.”
“Where did you get that crazy idea?” Spencer asked.
Aiden answered the question. “Mother. When she was there, withholding affection was her way of manipulating us into doing what she wanted.”
Regan turned to Aiden. “She did that to you?”
He nodded. “She did it to all of us.”
“You don’t think we’re doing that to you, do you, Regan?” Spencer asked.
She sighed. “All I’m trying to say is that I’ve spent my life trying to please you, and it’s wearing me out. I grew up worrying that you’d stop loving me . . . but I don’t feel that way any longer. I’m your sister, and as far as I’m concerned, you have to love me no matter how angry I make you.”
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