In Bed with the Devil / High-Society Mistress

“It’s your competitive streak,” he said.

She swayed slightly on the bed. “You think I’m competitive?”

“It’s in your blood.”

“I guess. I like to be right about stuff. I get focused. I can be a real pain.” She grinned. “Doesn’t that make me even cuter? How can you stand it?”

“I’m using every ounce of willpower not to attack you this very moment.”

“You’re so lying, but it’s sweet. Thank you.”

She stared at him. If eyes were the windows to the soul, then Jack’s innermost place was a dark and protected place.

Secrets, she thought. They all had secrets. What were his?

Not that he would tell her. He kept that sort of thing to himself. But if he ever did decide to trust someone, it would be forever, she thought idly. Or maybe that was another of her fantasies.

“You need to help me with Betina and Colin,” she told him. “We’re going to get them together.”

One dark eyebrow rose. “I don’t think so.”

“Oh, come on. Don’t be such a guy. This could be fun. Just think of it—we could be part of a great love match.”

“Colin and Betina?” He sounded doubtful.

“Sure. Betina has a serious thing for Colin. I was skeptical at first because Betina changes her men with the rhythm of the tide. A long-term relationship for her is a week. But that’s because she’s afraid to really care about someone. She had a bad early marriage years ago. Anyway, she’s liked Colin for a long time, and that liking has grown into something more. Something significant.”

She paused, waiting for him to grasp the importance of the information. Obviously he missed it, because he said, “I’m not getting involved.”

“You have to. It’s not like you’re doing anything else with your time.”

“We’re going to ignore my work and the effort I put into avoiding you?”

“Oh, yeah. There’s hard duty. A beautiful single woman desperately wants you in her bed. Poor Jack. Your life is pain.”

She could think of a thousand ways he could have reacted, but she never expected him to smile.

“You think of yourself as beautiful?” he asked quietly, sounding almost pleased.

Meri shifted on the bed. “It was a figure of speech.”

“The last time we talked about your appearance, you said you were a freak.”

She didn’t want to think about that, but if he insisted… “The last time we talked about my appearance, you emotionally slapped me, trampled my heart and left me for dead.”

His smile faded. “I’m sorry. I should have handled that differently.”

“But you didn’t. I wasn’t asking for sex right that moment.” She didn’t want to be talking about this. It was too humiliating. “My point is, Betina is crazy about Colin and I’m pretty sure he likes her. Which is where you come in. I want you to find out for sure.”

“What? No.”

“Why not? You’re a guy, he’s a guy. You can ask him if he likes Betina.”

“Should I pass you a note in homeroom?”

“I don’t care how I get the information, I just need confirmation.”

“You’re not getting it from me.”

She remembered his being stubborn but never this bad. “Have I mentioned you’re annoying? Because you are.”

“I live to serve.”

“If only that were true. Look, they’re both great people. They deserve to be happy. I’m just giving them a little push.”

“Did you need a push with Andrew?”

She sighed. “I wondered when you’d bring him up.”

“You’re nearly engaged. Why wouldn’t I be curious?”

She tried to figure out what he was thinking from his tone of voice, but as usual, Jack gave nothing away. It was one of his more annoying characteristics.

“We met at a charity auction,” she said. “There was a pet fashion show to start things off. Somehow I got tangled up in the leashes and nearly fell. Andrew rescued me. It was very romantic.”

“I can only imagine.”

She ignored any hint of sarcasm in his voice. Maybe knowing there was another man in her life would make him a little less arrogant.

“He was funny and charming and I liked him right away. We have so much in common. What movies we like, where we go on vacation. It’s been really fun.”

It had been fun, sh e good times with Andrew. But she’d been on this coast for nearly six months. They’d had a chance to get together only a few times, although they talked regularly. Their relationship seemed to be on hold and she obviously didn’t mind. Something she was going to have to think about.

“Is he a genius, too?” Jack asked.

“No, he’s delightfully normal. Smart but not too smart. I like that in a guy.”

“What do you know about him? Did you check him out?”

“Of course. He’s just a regular guy. Not in it for money.” Her good mood faded. “Is that your point? That no one could possibly want me if it wasn’t for the money?”

“Not at all. I just want you to be happy.”

“I am happy. Blissfully so. Andrew’s the one. We’ll be engaged as soon as I get back to D.C.” Which wasn’t actually true but it sounded good.

“Congratulations.”

Jack had ruined everything, she thought bitterly as she stood. Her buzz, her great evening.

“Just because you don’t believe in letting yourself care about people doesn’t mean the feelings aren’t real,” she told him. “Some of us want to connect.”

“I hope you do. I hope this is everything you want.”

“Why don’t I believe you? What aren’t you saying?”

“That if Andrew was so important to you, you wouldn’t stay away from him for six months.”

She walked to the door. “Who says I have?”

With that, she walked out and closed the door behind her.

It was only a few steps to her room, and she was grateful for the solitary quiet when she entered. After flicking on a few lights, she crossed to the window and stared out at the night sky.

It was a perfect night for viewing the stars, but she wasn’t in the mood. Not even on her brand-new telescope. She hurt too much and it was hard to say why.

Maybe because Jack was right. If Andrew was that important to her, she wouldn’t stay away from him for six months. But she had, and it had been relatively easy. Too easy. If she were really in love with him, wouldn’t she be desperate to be with him?

Finding the engagement ring had shocked her. She hadn’t known what to think about his proposing. She’d been happy, but a part of her had known that it was time to put off the inevitable. That closure with Jack was required.

She’d known about Hunter’s friends coming to stay at the house. She’d taken the consulting job in California, hired on as the caretaker of the house and had waited to confront the man who was holding her back. Once she got her revenge on Jack, she would be fine.

“That’s what’s wrong,” she whispered to herself. “I’m still waiting to punish him. Once Jack is reduced to dust, I’ll be able to give my whole heart to Andrew. It’s just going to be another week or so. Then I’ll be happy.”

Jack spent a restless night. He told himself it was because he’d had coffee too late in the day, but part of the problem was Meri’s words. Her claim that he didn’t connect.

Late the next morning, he saved the files on his computer and opened the top desk drawer in his temporary office. There was an envelope inside, along with a letter.

The letter had been waiting for him the first day he’d arrived. He’d recognized the distinctive handwriting and had known it was from Matt. The battered appliances in the kitchen had been another clue. His friend might be able to program a computer to do heart surgery, but Matt couldn’t do something simple like work an electric can opener.

For some reason, Jack had avoided the letter. Now he opened the envelope and pulled out the single sheet of paper.

Jack—

When I read Ryan’s note that called this place a “love shack,” my first thought was, what a load of BS. But now I think he may have been onto something. He was also right about how wrong we were when we compiled our universal truths about women. Remember those? Yeah? Well, now you can forget ’em. We had no idea.

As for me, here’s what I learned during my month at the cabin: the most important work you’ll ever do has nothing to do with the job. And it’s work you can’t do by yourself. But when you find a partner you can trust and the two of you do that work together, it pays better than any career you could imagine. And the perks? You have no idea…. Have a good month, pal. Matt.

Jack read the letter again. He’d figured out a long time ago that he didn’t know squat about women. Not that it mattered, as he never got involved. As for Matt and his other friends, sometimes he allowed himself to miss them. To wonder what it would have been like if Hunter hadn’t died. Because Hunter was the one who had held them all together. Without him, they’d gone their separate ways. There were times when he—

He stood and shook his head. Okay, he needed more coffee or something, because there was no way he was spending the rest of the morning in his head.

He went downstairs and poured himself coffee. He could hear Meri and her team talking in the dining room.

“String theory is ruining theoretical physics,” one of the guys said. “Everything has to be defined and explained, which is wasting a lot of time. Sure there’s a why and a how, but if there’s no practical application, then why bother?”

“Because you can’t know the practical application until you understand the theory.”

“It’s not a theory. It’s equations. Compare string theory to something else. Something like—”

They kept on talking, but even thought Jack knew they were probably speaking English, he had no idea what they were saying. He knew string theory had nothing to do with strings and maybe something to do with the universe. The word vibrating was attached to the idea in his head, but whether that meant string theory was about vibrations in the universe or just so above him that it made his teeth hurt, he wasn’t sure.

“All very interesting,” Meri said loudly over the argument. “But it has little to do with the project at hand. Get back to work. All of you.”

There was a little grumbling, but the discussion shifted back to something that sounded a lot like solid rocket fuel. Not that Jack could be sure.

After grabbing his mug, he stepped out onto the deck. Hunter would be proud of Meri. She’d turned into a hell of a woman.

He pulled out his cell phone and hit redial. Bobbi Sue answered on the first ring. “You’ve got to stop calling me,” she told him by way of greeting. “I swear, you’re starting to get on my nerves. We’re all capable here. We can do the job. You’re just bored, and let me tell you, I don’t like being punished for your mood swings.”

He ignored her. “I want you to check out someone Meri’s seeing. Andrew Layman. His address is on file. I want to know everything about him. Apparently it’s gotten serious, and I want to make sure Meri isn’t getting involved with a guy after her money.”

“I swear, Jack, you have got to stop spying on this girl. If you’re so interested, date her yourself. Otherwise get out of her life.”

“I can’t. She’s a wealthy heiress. That makes her a target. Besides, I gave my word.”

“I wish you were here so you could see how unimpressed I am by you giving your word. This just isn’t healthy.” Bobbi Sue sighed. “I’ll do it, but only because it’s my job and, for the most part, I respect you.”

He grinned, knowing Meri would adore his secretary. “Your praise is all that matters.”

“As if I’d believe that. This’ll take a couple of days.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“I hear that. You need to get out. Find a woman. I mean it, Jack. Either get involved with Meri or leave the poor girl alone. You have no right to do this.”

“I have every right.” Meri might not know it, but she needed him. Someone had to keep her safe.

He hung up and returned to the kitchen for more coffee. Meri entered from the dining room.

“Hi. How’s your day going?” she asked as she pushed past him and walked into the pantry. “Have you seen the box of pencils I put in here? Colin insists on fresh pencils when he works. Betina thinks it’s charming, but I have to tell you, his little quirks are a pain in the butt. There was a whole new box. I swear.”

He heard her rummaging around, then she gasped. He stepped to the pantry door and saw her crouched by the bottom shelf.

“What?” he demanded. “Did you hit your head?”

“No,” she whispered and slowly straightened. She held a box in her hand, but it wasn’t pencils. Instead it was a shoe box covered with childish stickers of unicorns and stars and rainbows.

“This is mine,” she breathed. “I haven’t seen it in years. I’d forgotten about it. How did it get here?”

As he didn’t know what “it” was, he only shrugged.

Meri looked up at him, her eyes filled with tears. “It’s pictures of Hunter and my mom and all of us.”

She set the box on the counter and opened the top. There were old Polaroid photos of a very young Hunter standing in front of some church. Probably in Europe. He looked about fourteen or fifteen. He had his arm around a much younger Meredith.

“God, I miss him,” Meri whispered. “He was my family.”

Betina walked into the kitchen. “It’s pencils, Meri. You’re supposed to be the smart one. Are you telling me you can’t find a—” Betina stopped. “What happened?” She turned on Jack. “What the hell did you do to her?”

“Nothing,” Meri said before he could defend himself. “It’s not him. Look.”

Betina moved close and took the photo. “That’s you. Is that Hunter?”

“Uh-huh. I think we’re in France.” She pulled out more pictures. “I can’t believe it. Look at how fat I am. Did anyone stop to say, ‘Gee, honey, you should eat less’?”

“Food is love,” Betina told her and fanned out the pictures on the counter. “You’re adorable and Hunter is quite the hunk.”

Several more members of Meri’s team wandered into the kitchen. Soon they, too, were looking over pictures and talking about Hunter as if they’d known him.

Jack hung back. As much as he wanted to see his friend, he didn’t want to open old wounds. For a second he wondered if Meri would need comforting, then he looked at all the people around her. She didn’t need him at all. Which was for the best. He didn’t want to get involved.

Meri paid the driver, then carried the bag of Chinese food into the house. “Dinner,” she yelled in the general direction of the stairs, not sure if Jack would come down or not. She was gratified to see him walk into the kitchen a couple of minutes later.

“Why aren’t you out with the nerd brigade?” he asked as she pulled a couple of plates out of the cupboard.

“Nerd brigade?” She smiled. “They’d like that. It sounds very military. They’re all going to a club in Lake Tahoe and I’m not in the mood. Plus, I knew you were lonely, so I stayed home to keep you company.”

“I’m not lonely.”

He sounded annoyed as he spoke, which made her want to giggle. Jack was really easy to rile. It was that stick up his butt—if he would just let it go, he could be a regular person. Of course, his macho I’m-in-charge attitude was part of his appeal.

“Can you reach those?” she asked, pointing to the tall glasses some idiot had put on the top shelf. She could never have left them there.

While he got them for her, she carried the plates and food over to the table in the kitchen, then went to the refrigerator for a couple of beers.

When they were seated across from each other, she said, “So are we invading you too badly?”

“Do you care if you are?”

She considered the question and went with the honest answer. “Not really, but it seemed polite to ask.”

“Good to know. I’m getting work done.”

“Your company specializes in protecting corporations in scary parts of the world, right?”

He nodded.

“An interesting choice,” she said. “But then, you have all that Special Forces training.”

Again with the look.

She passed him the kung pao chicken. “I know a few things,” she said.

“Yes, that’s what my company does. When I left the Army, I wanted to start my own firm. Being a consultant didn’t give me enough control. Someone has to rebuild roads in places like Iraq, and our job is to keep those people safe.”

“Sounds dangerous.”

“We know what we’re doing.”

“Weren’t you supposed to be a lawyer?” she asked.

“I joined the Army after Hunter died.”

An interesting way to cope with grief, she thought. But then, maybe the point had been to be so busy he could just forget.

“What do your parents have to say about all this?”

“They’re still hoping I’ll take over the Howington Foundation.”

“Will you?” she asked.

“Probably not. I’m not the foundation type.”

She wasn’t either, but so far it wasn’t an option. Her father seemed content to spend his money on the very young women in his life. Hunter’s foundation ran smoothly. She had her trust fund, which she never touched, and a nice salary that covered all of her needs. If Hunter were still alive…

“You have to deal with your grief sometime,” she said.

“About the foundation? I’m over it.”

“No. Hunter.”

Jack’s mouth twisted. “I’ve dealt. Thanks for asking.”

“I don’t think so. There’s a whole lot there under the surface.” He’d let down his best friend. That had to bug him. Jack had let her down, too, but for once she wasn’t mad at him. Maybe because she’d had a good cry after looking at all the pictures she’d found and felt emotionally cleansed.

She looked at him. “On my bad days I tell myself you’re a selfish bastard who played us all. On my good days I tell myself you wanted to stay but couldn’t handle what you were going through. Which is it?”

“Both.”

* * *

Meri waited until nearly midnight, then climbed the stairs to Jack’s office, prepared to let herself out onto the balcony and enjoy the beauty of the heavens. She didn’t expect to find him on his laptop.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” she grumbled as he glanced up. “It’s late. You need your rest.”

“I see you’ve changed your seduction techniques. These are interesting. Less effective, in case you were wondering.”

“I’m not here to seduce you. I have more important things to do with my time.”

He glanced out the French doors toward the sky. “I see. And I would get in the way?”

“You’re going to ask a lot of irritating questions. You won’t be able to help it. I’ll try to be patient, but I’ll snap and then you’ll get your feelings hurt. I’m just not in the mood to deal with your emotional outbursts.”

Instead she wanted to stare at the sky and let the vast beauty heal her soul. Okay, yes, getting Jack into bed was her ultimate goal, but there was a time and place for work and this wasn’t it.

“I suspect my feelings will survive just fine,” he said.

“No way. You’ll go all girlie on me.”

She shouldn’t have said it. She knew that. She hadn’t actually meant to challenge him—she was simply impatient to get out into the night and use the telescope.

He stood without speaking and moved around the desk until he was standing in front of her. Looming, actually. She had to tilt her head all the way back to see into his eyes.

“You think I’m girlie?” he asked in a low, slightly dangerous voice. A voice thick with power. A voice that made her realize he was a whole lot bigger than her and that there were a couple of floors between her and help.

“Not at all,” she said quickly. “I didn’t mean to say it. The words just slipped out. Bad me. You should probably stalk out and teach me what for by leaving me alone.”

Instead he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Do you play all the men in your life?”

She swallowed. “Pretty much.”

“Does it work?”

“Mostly.”

“Not this time.”

He cupped her cheek with his hand, bent down and kissed her.

She’d sensed he was going to and should have had time to brace herself. It was just a kiss, right? No big deal. They’d kissed before, and while she’d liked it, she’d managed to keep perfect control…sort of.

But not this time. The second his mouth touched hers, she started dissolving from the inside out. Technically that couldn’t be true, but it felt true. Heat poured through her, making her want to move closer. Again something that didn’t make sense. The closer she got to Jack, the more their shared body temperature would rise. Wait—it wouldn’t rise exactly, it would…

He moved his mouth against hers. This wasn’t the angry, something-to-prove kiss he’d given her at the gym. That had been easy to deal with. This kiss was different. It offered instead of taking. He applied just enough pressure to make her want to lean in and do a little demanding of her own.

Without meaning to, she reached up and rested her hands on his shoulders. He pulled her close until they were touching all over. Shoulder to knee, man to woman. He was hard and unyielding, a combination she found wildly erotic.

One of his hands slipped through her hair, tangling in the waves. The other moved up and down her back. Slowly, so slowly. Not touching anything significant, but still…touching.

He continued to brush his mouth against hers, keeping the kiss chaste yet arousing her until she wanted to grab him, shake him and tell him to get on with it already.

When he licked her bottom lip, she nearly groaned in relief. Fortunately she managed to hold in the sound. She even waited a nanosecond before parting for him. She didn’t want to seem too eager. But then his tongue was touching hers, and staying cool was the last thing on her mind. Not when her blood rushed through her body at Mach 1 and every interesting female part of her began to tingle and ache and move toward begging to be touched.

He kissed her deeply, exploring, teasing, circling. She met him stroke for stroke, wanting to arouse him as much as he aroused her. Not to prove a point, for once, but because a kiss this good should be shared. Because it felt right.

She breathed in the scent of his body. She wished she were physically capable of crawling inside of him so she could know what he was feeling at that exact moment. Instead she tilted her head and continued to kiss him as if this had been her plan all along.

She felt the hardness of his arousal pressing into her midsection. He wanted her. There was physical proof.

It should have been a moment of rejoicing. She should have pulled away and crowed about her victory. She was more than halfway there. But while she did pull back, she didn’t say a word. Instead she stared into his dark eyes, at the fire there, the fire that matched the one raging inside her.

Then she did the only thing that couldn’t possibly make sense. She turned and ran.

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