Better Off Dead. Meryl SawyerЧитать онлайн книгу.
you can jog.”
“Just point it out. I’ll find my way.”
But Lucas was already on his way to change. “Meet me on the pool deck. Downstairs, past the kitchen.”
Devin didn’t know why she’d waited. It wasn’t as if she’d get lost on the estate. The extensive yard was well lit, and she was fairly certain it was fenced—not that she was planning to go out of sight of the big mansion anyway. There were lights on all the way up to the third-floor turret. She’d probably be able to spot it for miles.
The clear water sparkled in the outdoor pool, submerged lights illuminating its beautiful blue depths. She couldn’t help but admire the tiered decks and the gardens surrounding the pool. The chairs and loungers were padded with burgundy cushions. Both dining tables and occasional tables dotted the seating areas. Sun umbrellas covered many of the dining tables, while tall propane heaters were placed strategically throughout furniture groupings. It was obvious the Demarco family spent a lot of time out here.
Devin couldn’t help feeling as though she’s wandered into a five-star resort.
“Ready?” Lucas’s footfalls sounded on the wooden steps that led from a sundeck to the pool deck. He wore runners, a pair of lightweight black shorts and a sleeveless gray T-shirt with a Seattle Mariners team logo across the front.
“I don’t need a babysitter,” she informed him, trying valiantly not to notice the definition of his biceps and broad shoulders. Nobody had ever accused the Demarco men of being unattractive. With dark eyes, strong chins and straight aristocratic noses, both Lucas and Konrad often graced the cover of Seattle Entrepreneur. The urbane and sexy image was what had attracted Monica to Konrad in the first place.
How could an ordinary woman be expected to resist when one of the Demarco brothers set his sights on her? Predictably, Konrad had swept Monica off her feet. It had taken her about five minutes to fall in love with him. And though she’d later been angry with herself for being duped into doing so, and furious with Konrad for doing the duping, Devin also knew that Monica had never actually fallen out of love with her husband.
“How far do you want to go?” asked Lucas.
Devin wished the question hadn’t turned into a double entendre inside her head. She wished even harder that her expression hadn’t given her away.
“I meant jogging,” said Lucas with a knowing smirk.
“I know what you meant.”
“But I’m open to discussion….”
“In your dreams.”
“Apparently, in yours.”
“Get over yourself. Two miles.”
“Is that all?”
She glared at him. “Five, then.” It would mean she’d get to bed later, but it would be worth it to show Lucas she wasn’t a wimp.
He shrugged easily. “This way then.” He pointed to a bark mulch path that wound down the sloping hill toward Puget Sound. At the same time, he gave a wave to the house behind him. It must have been some kind of a signal, because the path lit up with pot lights in front of them, highlighting an emerald lawn, bushy shrubs and fragrant flower gardens.
Okay, much as she resented the Demarcos, and resented staying here, and resented having to fight for her rights with Amelia, this was one gorgeous estate.
Devin started off slowly, letting her heart rate increase and pump oxygenated blood into her muscles.
Lucas was slightly ahead, so she increased her pace to come abreast. He lengthened his stride to stay in front, and she cursed him under her breath. The showoff.
“What’s that?” she asked him, nodding toward a rectangular building, half from curiosity, and half to show him she had enough breath to carry on a conversation.
“A garage,” he responded, dropping back to run beside her. “Konrad liked antique cars.”
It was an awfully big garage. “Did he have a collection?”
Lucas nodded. “Twenty-five, I think. Oldest is a Model T, right up to a ‘56 Caddy. A Coupe de Ville, burgundy and cream.”
“And over there?” Devin asked, indicating a distant building up the hill with a few lights shining from windows.
“The stables,” said Lucas. “You ride?”
Devin shook her head. Horseback riding wasn’t something most middle-class urban kids learned growing up.
“Go ahead and try it while you’re here.”
“I don’t plan to be here that long.”
He glanced down, the ocean breeze wafting through his short dark hair. “You know something I don’t about the court date?”
“I hope they move it up.” “Why?”
The answer was obvious. “So Amelia and I can go home.”
His voice went soft in the cool night air. “What if I win?”
She tossed her own short hair, determined to show the man nothing but confidence. “The only thing you’ve got going for you is money.”
“Money helps.”
“It also corrupts.”
The path curved, and they began a gentle uphill climb. Devin breathed deeply, determined to keep up her pace. She didn’t want to show Lucas one iota of weakness, on any front.
“Amelia’s got a whole lot of money of her own,” he pointed out.
“I assume that’s held in trust.” Devin didn’t want Amelia’s money.
“You assume right. For now. But whoever manages her shares in Pacific Robotics will also manage her money. And they had better know what they’re doing.”
“I can hire a business manager.”
“Just like I can hire a nanny.”
“You know the obvious solution, don’t you?” Devin felt compelled to ask.
“I take guardianship and hire you as a nanny?”
And have Amelia subject to Lucas’s whims and control? Not a chance. Devin turned the tables. “I take guardianship and hire you as a business manager.”
“Never going to happen.” Lucas increased his pace as they passed the horse stables. The boathouse and docks came into view far below at the shore.
Devin struggled to keep up. They were on their way back now, but the mansion was at least a mile away.
She brought herself abreast of him, but he sped up. She did it again, and he went faster still.
Her breathing was becoming erratic, and she’d long since lost any semblance of her regular pace. She was running on adrenaline and frustration, in a futile attempt to keep Lucas from beating her.
“You might want to save your strength,” Lucas finally mused. The rat didn’t even sound winded. “I’m fine,” she gasped.
He turned around and jogged backward. Even through her humiliation that he could do it so easily, she couldn’t help but be grateful that they’d slowed down.
“Don’t be stupid, Devin.”
She let a glare do her speaking for her.
“This isn’t the hill to die on.”
“Then why… do you… care who wins?”
He shrugged, allowing a sheepish grin. “It was fun watching you try.”
“Rat.”
“Guilty.” His eyes darkened. “You might want to remember that.”
The mansion