Amber breathed a sigh of relief. All that was left was to politely make her way toward the exit, find a cab and get home. She stood, tucking her tiny purse under her arm.
A fiftysomething woman she vaguely recognized grasped her hand to shake it. Lovely speech, Ms. Welsley. Lovely speech.
Thank you.
The womans expression turned serious. Even in such tragic circumstances, the Henderson family is having a positive impact on the community.
Samuel was a very generous man, Amber responded by rote, though she had her own private thoughts on Samuels character, most particularly his decision to marry her beautiful, impetuous, nineteen-year-old stepsister.
Amber had initially kept her distance from the couple, regretting many times the decision to bring Coco to the company party where the two had met. But then Coco had become pregnant, and Amber had been drawn back into the drama of Cocos life.
Excuse me, Ms. Welsley, came a male voice.
The woman seemed reluctant to step back to give way.
Good evening. Amber smiled at the new man, taking his offered hand, mentally calculating how long it would take her to run the gauntlet to the exit. It would be an hour or more at this pace. She truly didnt think she could stand that long in these shoes. For a nonsensical moment, she pictured herself toppling over onto the ballroom floor.
Im Kevin Mathews from Highbush Unlimited. I wonder if I might give you my card.
Amber kept her smile in place. Certainly, Mr. Mathews.
He dug into his inside pocket for a business card. Were a charitable organization, focused on environmental rehabilitation, primarily in the northwest. I know a lot about Mr. Henderson and Coast Eagle, and I cant help imagining that he would have been a supporter of the environmental rehabilitation.
Amber doubted that Samuel had given much thought to the environment, since he flew around in a private jet, air-conditioned the heck out of his mansion and owned several gas-guzzling luxury cars.
But she took the card the man offered. Id be happy to pass this along to Coast Eagles Community Outreach Unit.
His expression faltered. If you have some time now, I could outline for you our
There you are, came a deeper male voice. I believe its time for our dance.
Cole Parker appeared by her side, his arm held out, a broad smile on his face.
Amber couldnt tell if he was rescuing her or about to pitch something himself. But she quickly estimated that the dance floor was more than halfway to the exit. That was progress. She returned his smile and took his arm.
Please excuse me, she said to Kevin.
Kevins expression faltered, but he had little choice but to let her go.
Cole guided her through the crowd, keeping their pace brisk enough to discourage the people who looked as though they might approach. It was hard on her feet, particularly her baby toes, but there was no option but to keep walking. Gradually, the crowd thinned near the dance floor.
Am I out of the frying pan and into the fire? she asked him.
Im not hitting you up for a donation, if thats what you mean.
Good to hear. She wasnt sure what he wanted, but he was persistent enough that he had to be after something.
I brought you a gift, he told her.
Bribery? Thats a bit blatant, dont you think?
I believe in getting straight to the point. He lifted his palm.
She glanced down, squinting. You bought me a pair of...socks?
Dancing slippers. I got them from a vending machine in the lobby. He glanced down at her black-and-gold four-inch heels. Unless I miss my guess, those are two-hour shoes.
She grimaced. Is that what they call them? It was an apt name.
She knew she should be suspicious of his motives, but she couldnt help but feel grateful.
Over here. He pointed to a couple of empty chairs at the edge of the dance floor. Have a seat.
She eased down, deciding to accept the gift and remove the torture chambers from her feet. How much could she possibly be indebted to him for a pair of vending-machine dancing slippers?
She unbuckled the straps and slipped her feet free.
I went with medium. He handed her the black-satin, ballet-style slippers.
Slipping them onto her feet, she nearly groaned out loud. Theyre so soft.
He bent to pick up her shiny heels, dangling them from his fingertips for a moment before setting them down. These are ridiculous.
She rose with him. This is an important event for Coast Eagle. And Destiny says they make my calves look longer.
Your calves are already the perfect length. He set the shoes on the chair.
Youre not even looking at them.
I can tell by your height. He offered his arm again. Shall we?
I suppose its the least I can do, since you saved my feet. But you have to make me a promise.
Sure.
She took his arm. After the dance, walk me to the exit. She glanced discreetly around. For some reason, nobodys bothering me when Im with you.
Were they bothering you before?
All evening long. Shed never experienced anything like it. Donations, jobs and pictures. Why on earth would anybody want their picture taken with me?
Because youre beautiful? He drew her into his arms.
Ha, ha. Coco had been beautiful. Amber was, well, sensible. She was very sensible.
Not that sensible was a bad thing. And she truly didnt mind her looks. Her eyes were a pleasant shade of blue. Her nose wasnt too big. Her hair was slightly curly and had its good days and bad days. Today it had been tamed by a team of professionals, so it looked pretty good. She had to say, though, she wasnt crazy about the sticky feeling from all the products theyd used at Chez Philippe.
I wasnt joking, said Cole.
We both know youve got a lot of ground to make up for from earlier, she said, settling into the rhythm of the music.
True, he agreed.
So anything you say or do is suspect.
Youre pretty tough to compliment, you know that?
Theres no need. Im over the fact that you didnt like Samuel.
He paused as if weighing his next words. Youre a very good dancer.
She couldnt tell if he was mocking her or not. Shed certainly never spent much time perfecting dance steps. Was he trying to kowtow, or was he simply making small talk? Or maybe he was just getting off the topic of Samuel.
So are you, she answered neutrally. I cant remember where you said you were from.
Alaska. Are you changing the subject?
From me to you? Yes. Youre about out of things to compliment. Unless you like my hair.
I like your hair.
Good. It cost a lot of money to get it this way. Now back to you.
Aviation 58 is in Juneau. The state capital. Its on the panhandle.
Youre a pilot?
I am. Im also one of the owners of the airline.
Ive never heard of it.
Coast Eagle flew to Seattle and California, but they didnt venture into the north. Were regional.
She tipped her head back to look at him. And what brought you to Atlanta, Cole Parker?
He gave a small shrug. Its December. Have you seen a weather report for Alaska?
Not recently. Maybe never.
Its cold up there.
So youre on vacation?
For a few days, yes.
For the first time, she allowed herself to take a good look at his face. She realized he was an astonishingly handsome man, deep gray eyes, a straight nose, square chin, all topped with thick, dark hair, cut short and neat. She couldnt detect aftershave or shampoo, but there was something fresh and clean about his scent.
He was probably six-two. His shoulders were square, body fit and trim. And his big, square hands seemed strong and capable where they held her. In a flash, she realized she was attracted to him.
Amber? His deep voice startled her. That sound was another thing she liked about him.
Yes?
I asked if there was anything in particular we should see.
Had he? How had she missed that?
She quickly corralled her thoughts. The botanical gardens are beautiful. Or you can do outdoor ice-skating. My favorite is Atlantic Station. A little shopping, a little Christmas-light gazing, some hot chocolate. She couldnt help thinking about Zachary and the Christmas events he might enjoy as he got older.
Shed easily come to love seeing him every day. He was a bit fussy in the evenings, but the poor little guy had been through a lot. His mother and father were both gone, and he had no way of knowing why it was happening.
She was doing her best to substitute. And shed wrapped her head around the possibility of raising a baby. Though she couldnt yet imagine her life with a child, a school-age child, then a teenager, then a young man. When she thought that far ahead, she feared she wasnt capable of pulling it off. But she knew she had to come through for him. She was all he had.
She felt a sudden urge to rush home and hold him in her arms, reassure him that shed figure it out.
Are we close to the exit? she asked Cole, thinking she could slip out and get herself home.
Ill dance you over there, said Cole. Tired?
Partly. But this isnt exactly my thing.
I thought the über-rich thrived on fresh crab, Belgian torte and champagne.
Im not über-rich. Though she could understand how he would make that mistake. Lately, everybody seemed to assume that guardianship of Zachary made her an instant billionaire. It was far more complicated than that.
Right, he drawled.
She didnt want to have this debate. Thank you for the dance, Cole.
His expression turned serious. I did it again, didnt I? Stuffed my foot in my mouth?
Not at all. I am tired, and I really appreciate you escorting me across the ballroom. It was going to take hours at the rate I was going.
Ill get you to the front doors, he offered.
Thats not necessary.
Its my pleasure. His hand dropped to the small of her back. Ill glower at anyone who tries to talk to us along the way.
She couldnt help but smile at that. And, to be truthful, it did seem like a prudent course of action. The lobby and foyer were full of people. Her name and face had been in the news for the past three weeks, so she was easily recognized.
Then, thank you, she told him.
Lets go.
He picked up the pace, drawing her across the mezzanine floor lobby and down two sets of elevators. People stared as they passed but didnt approach them. For a fleeting moment, she wondered if hed consider a permanent gig as her escort. This was certainly more pleasant than her trek into the event.
The doorman will get me a cab, she told Cole as they came to the glass front.
No need. I have a car right here.
Cole
And a driver, he finished, moving through the front door. Im not plotting to get you alone. Ill get you home safe and sound, nothing else.
As she stepped onto the sidewalk, she felt its cold hardness through the dancing slippers, and her memory kicked in. My shoes. She turned. I left my shoes upstairs.
Ill go back for them, he offered. You dont need to walk all that way again.
Taxi, sir? the doorman inquired.
Ive got a car waiting, Cole answered, handing the man a tip. A sedan for Aviation 58.
Ill have it brought around, the doorman answered.
I cant take your car, said Amber. How had this gotten so complicated?
Where are you going? asked Cole.
Fifth Avenue and Eighty-Ninth.
Itll only take ten minutes to get you there.
A black car pulled up in front of them and Cole opened the door.
Amber decided to go with the flow. The sooner she got going, the sooner shed be home with Zachary. She climbed in, and Cole shut the door behind her.
But before they pulled away, he surprised her by hopping in the other side.
I thought you were going back for my shoes.
Ill do that after we get you home. Fifth Avenue and Eighty-Ninth, he said to the driver.
Thats ridiculous.
She couldnt understand why hed make the round trip for nothing. Unless he was worried shed commandeer his car for a joyride. Though she doubted the driver would let her do that.
As they pulled out of the turnaround and onto the street, she clicked through other possibilities. Hed been intensely persistent, awfully complimentary and easy to get along with, and hed stuck to her like glue. What could he be after?
And then it came to her. The man owned an airline, a small regional West Coast airline that was likely looking to expand. She instantly realized the vacation story was a cover. Cole was here to do business.
She angled herself in the seat, facing him. Youre after our Pacific routes.
Excuse me?
I figured it out. Youre thinking Samuels death makes Coast Eagle vulnerable. Youre hoping well be looking to downsize, and you think you can get your hands on the Pacific routes to expand Aviation 58.
He stared at her for a long moment.
Youve been way too friendly, she elaborated. You overplayed your hand.
Maybe Im simply attracted to you.
She gazed down at the fancy dress. She did look better than usual, but Cole was still out of her league. There were far more beautiful women at the event tonight.
I didnt see them. The sincerity in his expression was quite impressive.
Nice try. Its the routes.
You see that as the only possible explanation?
I do.
Then, I admit it. Its the routes. Will you sell them to me?
She leaned back in the seat. I dont know why everybody thinks I have so much power. Im the assistant director of finance. Theres still a board of directors in place, and the vice presidents are in charge of operations until they name a new president.
But as Zacharys guardian, you control board appointments.
Theoretically.
If she kept custody of Zachary, that would be true. But before that could ever happen, she had a big fight with Roth on her hands.
Theres nothing theoretical about it, said Cole. The board answers to the shareholders, and the president answers to the board, and everyone else answers to the president. You can do anything you want.