From Temptation To Twins. Barbara DunlopЧитать онлайн книгу.
best chance at a college education.
There wasn’t a lot about either man that made Caleb proud. “I didn’t do a thing to the Parkers.”
“Did you mention that to Jules?” Matt asked.
“She’s sticking to her story—that she had no idea I wanted to build a restaurant of my own.”
“Maybe she didn’t,” TJ said. “You know, this wouldn’t be the worst time in the world to take on investors.”
“This would absolutely be the worst time in the world to take on investors.” Caleb had heard the pitch from TJ before.
“One phone call to my clients, Caleb. And seventeen Neo locations across the US could become forty Neo locations around the world. A million-dollar loss here would be insignificant.”
“Read my lips,” Caleb said. “I’m not interested.”
TJ shrugged. “Can’t blame a guy for trying.”
“Then call her bluff,” Matt said, crossing the deck and dropping into one of the padded chairs surrounding a gas fire pit.
“She’s not bluffing,” Caleb pointed out. “She already extended the noncompete clause.”
“I mean pretend you believe her. That she’s only after her own business interests, and this isn’t some warped revenge against your family. See if she’ll be reasonable about coexisting.”
TJ moved to another of the chairs. “I see where he’s going. Explain to her how Neo and the Crab Shack can both succeed. If she’s not out to harm you, then she should be willing to discuss it.”
“They serve different market niches.” Caleb sat down, thinking there might be merit to the strategy. “And where they overlap, one could be a draw for the other.”
“Cross-promotion,” TJ said.
“I’d be willing to push some customers her way.”
“Maybe don’t make yourself sound so arrogant,” Matt said. “I don’t think women like that.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be the big expert on women?” TJ asked Caleb.
“Jules isn’t a woman,” Caleb said. But even as he spoke, he envisioned her sparkling blue eyes, her billowy wheat-blond hair and her full red lips. Jules was all woman, and that just made things more complicated.
“I mean,” he continued. “She’s not a woman in the way you’re thinking about women. Not that she’s not good-looking, she is. Anybody would tell you that. But that’s irrelevant. It’s irrelevant to the situation. I’m not trying to date her. I’m trying to do business with her.”
“Uh-oh,” Matt said to TJ.
“That’s trouble,” TJ said to Matt.
“It’s not like that,” Caleb said. “The last time I saw her she was fifteen.”
TJ grinned. “And that was a logical comeback to what?”
“She was a kid. She was my neighbor. And now she’s a thorn in my side. This has nothing to do with, you know, our recent discussions about the two of you getting back into the dating pool. How’s that going, by the way?”
Both men grinned at him. “You think we’re going to let you change the subject that easily?”
“Either of you dating?” Caleb asked. “Are you? Because I had a date last weekend.”
Matt had just made it through a bitter divorce, and TJ had just passed the two-year anniversary of his wife’s death. Both had committed to living Caleb’s bachelor lifestyle for the next year. And Caleb had committed to helping them achieve it.
“Hey, Matt?” came a female voice from below on the pier.
“Speaking of women...” TJ said, interest perking up in his voice.
“Speaking of not women.” Matt muttered under his breath as he rose to his feet.
“Who is she?” TJ asked, standing to look over the rail.
“My mechanic.” Matt raised his voice. “Hi, Tasha. What’s going on?”
“I don’t like the sound of MK’s backup engine. Can I have a day to tear it down?”
Through the rails, Caleb could see a slender woman in a T-shirt and cargo pants. She wore a pair of leather work boots. And she had a ponytail sticking out of the back of her tattered baseball cap.
“It’s booked out starting Sunday.”
“That gives me all day tomorrow,” Tasha called back. “Perfect. I’ll make sure she’s ready.”
“Thanks, Tasha.”
“That’s your mechanic?” TJ asked as he watched the young woman walk away.
“You want to date my mechanic?” Matt asked.
“She’s pretty cute.”
Matt laughed. “She’s tough as nails. I wouldn’t recommend her as a starting point.”
“You calling dibs?”
“Fill your boots, brother. She’ll eat you for lunch.”
Caleb couldn’t help but grin. “Should we go into the city and hit a club tomorrow night?”
Whiskey Bay was less than two hours from the nightlife of Olympia and it sounded like TJ and Matt could use a little push into the social scene. Caleb would be more than happy to forget his own problems for an evening.
“I’m in,” said Matt.
“Sounds great,” said TJ.
Caleb finished his beer. “In that case, I’m going home to strategize.” He rose. “I like your idea to test Jules’s sincerity. I’ll do it in the morning.”
“Good luck,” Matt called.
Caleb took the stairs to the pier then left the lights of the marina behind him on the walk home.
Whiskey Bay was characterized by stunning steep cliffs. There was very little land at sea level, just an acre or so under the marina and another parcel of a similar size where Caleb intended to build Neo. The Crab Shack was located on a rocky spit of land to the south of the marina. It had been closed now for more than ten years, since Felix Parker had grown too old to run it.
Four houses sat on the steep rise of the cliff. Matt’s was directly above the marina. TJ’s was a few hundred yards to the south, then came the Parkers’ small house, with Caleb’s house last.
Back in the ’50s, his grandfather had built a small place similar to the Parkers’. But while the Parker place had remained intact, the Watfords had rebuilt numerous times. After his grandfather’s death Caleb had bought the house from the rest of the family, gradually renovating it to make it his own.
There was a path halfway up the cliff that connected the four houses. Caleb, Matt and TJ had installed solar lights a few years back, so walking after dark was easy. Caleb had passed below the Parker house thousands of times. But in the five years since Felix Parker had moved to a care home, there’d never been a light on there.
Tonight, it was lit. Caleb could see it in the distance, filtered by the spreading branches of cedar trees. As he grew closer, the deck came into view, and he had a sudden memory of a teenage Jules. It had to have been her last summer visiting her grandfather. She’d been dancing on the deck. Dressed in cutoff shorts and a striped tank top, her hair up in a messy knot, she was dancing like nobody was watching.
He could see her freckles. That’s how he’d remembered she’d had freckles. The sunlight had glowed against her blond hair and her creamy skin. She’d been far too beautiful, and far too young. He’d felt guilty for even looking at her back then. He’d been twenty-one,