Lone Star Seduction(6)

By: Day Leclaire

“Let it go, Lance,” Mitch urged.

But he wouldn’t, Alex knew. Couldn’t. “Say it, Brody,” he taunted. “Don’t hold back.”

Old anger burst free. “You used her. You wanted to screw the daughter of your mother’s employer and you did everything and anything necessary to coax her into bed before dumping her like so much garbage. Rumor has it, it was a bet. Is that why you did it? You and your old pal, El Gato, put money on which of you would be the first?”

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” The words escaped in a flood of Spanish, but Lance got the gist. “Huntington filled her head with lies—lies she chose to believe.”

“That’s not the story we heard.”

Alex forced himself to relax, using every ounce of the iron will and tenacity that had earned him his first million. He deliberately switched to English. “And we all know how trustworthy Sebastian Huntington is. Clearly, his word is solid.”

An uncomfortable silence reigned for a full minute before Darius tapped the sheaf of papers in front of him. “If we could focus on the matter at hand?” He paused until he had everyone’s attention. “The one thing we do have is incontrovertible evidence regarding the embezzlement. And there’s little to no doubt Sebastian Huntington is behind it.”

“I’ve spoken with some of the other board members,” Mitch offered. “Quietly. Privately. They all say the same thing. They want Huntington to step down as treasurer—”

Justin snorted. “You think?”

“—and replace the money. There’s been some talk about his resigning from the club.”

“Some talk?” Kevin responded indignantly. “You can’t be suggesting there’s any question about that.”

“Apparently there is,” Mitch replied. “He’s been a member in good standing for decades. We may all consider him a pompous ass, but the old guard is closing ranks.”

“Sounds familiar,” Alex murmured. He released his breath in a sigh. He didn’t know why any of this surprised him, but it did. “I’ll speak to Huntington about replacing the money.”

The Brody brothers exchanged uneasy glances. “I’m not sure—” Lance began.

Alex cut him off without compunction. “I don’t care what you think or what you’re sure of or not sure of. I will speak to Huntington. Deal with Gentry as you wish. Perhaps you can squeeze the truth out of him. If he points the finger at Rebecca’s father, then you may choose how to handle it. I, for one, have no qualms about seeing both Gentry and Huntington locked up for the rest of their miserable lives.”

“Regardless of what it’ll do to Rebecca?” Lance asked.

Alex leaned across the table toward him, his gaze implacable. “He gave no thought to what it would do to the lives of my mother and sister when he threw us off his ranch. All because I had the temerity to fall in love with his daughter. As far as I’m concerned, my mother’s death is a direct result of that man’s actions. So, no. I’m not too concerned about Rebecca’s feelings when I see to it that her bastard of a father is thrown in jail.” He’d had enough. More than enough. He shoved back his chair and stood. “Are we finished here? If so, I have pressing business to attend to.”

It was business that would eventually return him to Rebecca’s orbit. As he left the meeting room, he glanced toward the café. She was still there, sitting with Kate and picking at her food.

She’d worn her hair up today, piling all that fire and glitter into an elegant little knot on top of her head. Did she have any idea what that hairstyle did to a man? She had a redhead’s complexion, her skin the exact shade of rich cream. And her hairstyle exposed the creamy length of her throat and vulnerable nape of her neck to his gaze. When they’d collided earlier, it had taken every bit of control not to feather his fingers along that throat. To restrain from cupping the back of her neck and urging her upward so he could sample her lush mouth and discover if it still tasted as sweet. To watch those witch-green eyes go slumberous with passion.

As much as he despised the woman—as much as Rebecca Huntington had made his life a living hell—he still wanted her. And somehow, someway, he’d have her.

Only this time, it would be on his terms.


Rebecca had planned to question her father at dinner that night. But when she entered the dining room, the housekeeper, Louise, informed her that he was dining with his cronies. It seemed ridiculous to eat in solitary splendor, but since the table had been set and the food prepared, there wasn’t much she could do except enjoy the lovely meal that had been prepared for her.

Top Books