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And what had he meant about being more involved with work than women that he didn't
have affairs? And was that why he was antagonistic toward Kenna? Her mind felt as if it
were on a merry-go-round trying to find answers.
She turned her face toward the window, feeling lost. She'd felt so close to him. She'd
learned things about him, she'd begun to like him, genuinely like him. Now it was all over,
and he'd done his improvement bit, and he was going on to bigger and better things. And
Kenna was to go after Denny and take him away from Margo and live happily ever after.
The end. Except that this wasn't the right fairy tale, either.
She closed her eyes and let herself drift with the music. The laughing camaraderie they'd
shared earlier seemed to have died completely, leaving a grudging truce in its place. The taci-
turn man at her side looked like a man who'd never smiled in his life. And what frightened
her was that he might be setting a pattern for the future. At least be my friend, she pleaded
silently. Be my friend, Regan, don't walk out of my life. Before they reached the city, tears
were threatening behind her closed eyelids.
Chapter Seven
The office felt different when Kenna walked in the next morning. She was wearing the tai-
lored navy suit Regan had bought for her with a white V-necked blouse and a navy and
white scarf to set it off. She looked jaunty and young and on top of the world, despite her
sleepless night.
Denny was pacing the floor when she walked in. He turned and stared at her, running
his eyes up and down her slender body.
"I just can't get over the change," he remarked as she walked slowly, gracefully, to
hang up her coat, using all the tricks Regan had gone to such pains to teach her.
She smiled at him. "You'll get used to it," she assured him. Her eyes went to the closed
door of Regan's office, and her heart jumped at the thought of seeing him this morning.
"He's gone," Denny said flatly, watching her curious gaze.
"Gone?" she echoed. Her eyes widened, and she felt cold all of a sudden.
"To New York for the week," he informed her with a smile. "One of those spur of the
moment decisions he makes. No warning, no nothing, I found a note on my desk."
She searched his eyes. "Did he leave one for me?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Nope, I figured he'd already told you. How odd that he didn't."
She avoided his suspicious appraisal and sat down at her desk. "Did Margo get off all
right?"
"Margo?" He grimaced. "Yes," he said darkly, "she took off in a cloud of smoke."
She lifted her eyes, surprised at the venom in his tone. Denny was never sarcastic. "That
sounds strange."
He looked down at her broodingly, his arms folded over his chest, his blond hair
gleaming in the sunlight that streamed through the open
curtains. "We had a knock-down, drag-out fight, if you want to know," he told her.
"Over you."
Her eyes widened. "Me?"
"She thought I was paying you too much attention." He smiled at her, a new kind of
smile, teasing and flirtatious and interested.
"And I suppose she was right."
Her eyebrows arched. She lifted her eyes to his and lowered them quickly. "I'm flat-
tered," she replied. That was all she was, unfortunately, not thrilled half to death as she
would have been a month, even a week, ago.
"I'd never have known you were the same woman," he continued. "Everything about
you has changed all of a sudden. Regan's influence?"
She smiled. "He has a way with him," she murmured demurely.
His face clouded. "Yes, I know. And a way with women, period," he added coldly. "I
could never keep track of them until he married Jessica. He draws them like honey."
That hurt. She wondered if he meant it to, or realized how successful the remark was.
Now she'd spend the whole week thinking
about Regan with other women in New York, and she'd never sleep a wink tonight.
"He's rich," she remarked.
"Yes, he's that," he agreed. "And macho. Regan's always had everything he wanted."
She read the hurt in that cold statement, and she felt a surge of compassion for him.
"Growing up in his shadow wasn't easy, was it?" she asked.
He laughed shortly. "That's an understate
ment. No matter what I ever did, Regan did it
better. His grades were higher, his athletic
prowess put me in the shade, he could make
Dad sit up and take notice if he made a sug
gestion about the corporation____" He
shrugged. "I'm jealous of him, you know. Men like Regan make up their own rules as
they go along. He's one of a kind."
She agreed with that in her heart. He was one of a kind, and she didn't think she'd ever
stop wanting him. But Regan had nothing to offer her.
She glanced up at him. "Does that lunch invitation still stand?" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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And what had he meant about being more involved with work than women that he didn't
have affairs? And was that why he was antagonistic toward Kenna? Her mind felt as if it
were on a merry-go-round trying to find answers.
She turned her face toward the window, feeling lost. She'd felt so close to him. She'd
learned things about him, she'd begun to like him, genuinely like him. Now it was all over,
and he'd done his improvement bit, and he was going on to bigger and better things. And
Kenna was to go after Denny and take him away from Margo and live happily ever after.
The end. Except that this wasn't the right fairy tale, either.
She closed her eyes and let herself drift with the music. The laughing camaraderie they'd
shared earlier seemed to have died completely, leaving a grudging truce in its place. The taci-
turn man at her side looked like a man who'd never smiled in his life. And what frightened
her was that he might be setting a pattern for the future. At least be my friend, she pleaded
silently. Be my friend, Regan, don't walk out of my life. Before they reached the city, tears
were threatening behind her closed eyelids.
Chapter Seven
The office felt different when Kenna walked in the next morning. She was wearing the tai-
lored navy suit Regan had bought for her with a white V-necked blouse and a navy and
white scarf to set it off. She looked jaunty and young and on top of the world, despite her
sleepless night.
Denny was pacing the floor when she walked in. He turned and stared at her, running
his eyes up and down her slender body.
"I just can't get over the change," he remarked as she walked slowly, gracefully, to
hang up her coat, using all the tricks Regan had gone to such pains to teach her.
She smiled at him. "You'll get used to it," she assured him. Her eyes went to the closed
door of Regan's office, and her heart jumped at the thought of seeing him this morning.
"He's gone," Denny said flatly, watching her curious gaze.
"Gone?" she echoed. Her eyes widened, and she felt cold all of a sudden.
"To New York for the week," he informed her with a smile. "One of those spur of the
moment decisions he makes. No warning, no nothing, I found a note on my desk."
She searched his eyes. "Did he leave one for me?" she asked.
He shook his head. "Nope, I figured he'd already told you. How odd that he didn't."
She avoided his suspicious appraisal and sat down at her desk. "Did Margo get off all
right?"
"Margo?" He grimaced. "Yes," he said darkly, "she took off in a cloud of smoke."
She lifted her eyes, surprised at the venom in his tone. Denny was never sarcastic. "That
sounds strange."
He looked down at her broodingly, his arms folded over his chest, his blond hair
gleaming in the sunlight that streamed through the open
curtains. "We had a knock-down, drag-out fight, if you want to know," he told her.
"Over you."
Her eyes widened. "Me?"
"She thought I was paying you too much attention." He smiled at her, a new kind of
smile, teasing and flirtatious and interested.
"And I suppose she was right."
Her eyebrows arched. She lifted her eyes to his and lowered them quickly. "I'm flat-
tered," she replied. That was all she was, unfortunately, not thrilled half to death as she
would have been a month, even a week, ago.
"I'd never have known you were the same woman," he continued. "Everything about
you has changed all of a sudden. Regan's influence?"
She smiled. "He has a way with him," she murmured demurely.
His face clouded. "Yes, I know. And a way with women, period," he added coldly. "I
could never keep track of them until he married Jessica. He draws them like honey."
That hurt. She wondered if he meant it to, or realized how successful the remark was.
Now she'd spend the whole week thinking
about Regan with other women in New York, and she'd never sleep a wink tonight.
"He's rich," she remarked.
"Yes, he's that," he agreed. "And macho. Regan's always had everything he wanted."
She read the hurt in that cold statement, and she felt a surge of compassion for him.
"Growing up in his shadow wasn't easy, was it?" she asked.
He laughed shortly. "That's an understate
ment. No matter what I ever did, Regan did it
better. His grades were higher, his athletic
prowess put me in the shade, he could make
Dad sit up and take notice if he made a sug
gestion about the corporation____" He
shrugged. "I'm jealous of him, you know. Men like Regan make up their own rules as
they go along. He's one of a kind."
She agreed with that in her heart. He was one of a kind, and she didn't think she'd ever
stop wanting him. But Regan had nothing to offer her.
She glanced up at him. "Does that lunch invitation still stand?" [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]