Yeah, maybe hell give you a nice, shiny medal for doing him such a big favor.
Maggie sighed and glanced around. The receptionist was many yards ahead of her down the hall, and Maggie had to double her speed to keep up. How long was this darn hallway anyway? Where was Connors office? In the next county? She shouldve left a trail of bread crumbs. If she had to leave in a hurry, shed never find her way out. Heck, she could wander these corridors for years. It was starting to feel as if she was stuck on some kind of never-ending death march.
Stop whining. Just turn around and walk away before its too late.
If she had a choice, she would take her own subliminal advice and hightail it out of there. Shed taken a big risk coming here and now she was regretting it with every step she took. Hadnt she spent half of her life avoiding risks? So why in the world was she here?
Because she didnt have a choice. She was desperate. Truly, completely desperate. Connor MacLaren was her last hope.
But he hates you, and for good reason. Walk away. Walk away.
Oh, shut up!
Susan stopped and turned. Is something wrong, Ms. James?
Yes, somethings wrong! Thats not my real name! Maggie wanted to shout, but instead she flashed a bright smile. No, absolutely nothing.
As soon as the woman continued walking, Maggie rolled her eyes. Not only was she talking to herself, but now she was arguing with herself, too. Out loud. This couldnt be a good sign.
Her life truly had descended to the lowest rung of the pits of hell, not to be overly dramatic about it.
Even the cheery receptionist had caught on to the desperation vibe that hung on Maggie like a bad suit. She had taken one look at Maggies faded blue jeans and ancient suede jacket, and smiled at her with so much sympathy in her eyes that Maggie wouldnt be surprised to have the woman slip her a ten-dollar bill on her way out.
Treat yourself to a hot meal, sweetie, Maggie imagined the woman whispering kindly.
Unquestionably, Maggie had been hiding out in the remote hills of Marin for way too long. Glancing down at her serviceable old jacket and jeans, she realized that shed lost the ability to dress for success. Her boots were ancient. She hadnt been to a beauty spa in more than three years. True, she hadnt exactly turned into a cave dweller, but she certainly wasnt on top of her fashion game, either. And while that wasnt a bad thing as far as Maggie was concerned, it was probably a mistake not to have factored it in when she was about to go face-to-face with one of Northern Californias top power brokers.
The man whose heart everyone believed shed broken ten years ago.
Someday she would find out why Connor had allowed everyone in town to believe it was her fault theyd broken up all those years ago. It wasnt true, of course. Theyd had what could charitably be called a mutual parting of the ways. She could remember their last conversation as if had happened yesterday because Maggie was the one whod ended up with a broken heart. Her life had changed drastically after that, and not in a good way.
Why had her old friends turned their backs on her and blamed her for hurting Connor so badly? Had he lied about it after she left town? It didnt seem like something Connor would have done, but she had been away such a long time. Maybe he had changed.
Maggie shook her head. She would never understand men and she wasnt even sure she wanted to. But someday she would ask him why he did it. Not today, though, when she had so many bigger problems to deal with. She didnt dare take the risk.
Turn around. Walk away.
Here we are, Susan the receptionist said cheerfully as she came to a stop in front of another set of intimidating double doors. Please go right in, Ms. James. Hes expecting you.
No, he isnt! Hes not expecting a liar!
Maggie smiled stiffly. Thank you, Susan.
The woman walked away and Maggie faced the closed doors. She could feel her heart pounding against her ribs. The urge to walkno, runaway was visceral. But shed come this far on sheer nerves, so there was no way she would walk away now. Besides, even if she did try to leave, shed never find her way out of this office maze.
Just get it over with, she muttered, and praying for strength, she pushed on the door. It opened silently, gliding across the thick carpeting.
At her first glimpse of Connor, Maggies throat tightened. She tried to swallow, but it was no use. She would just have to live with this tender, emotional lump in her throat forever.
He sat with complete ease behind an enormous cherry wood desk, unaware that he was being watched as he read over some sort of document.
She was glad now that shed made the appointment to see him here in his San Francisco office instead of facing him down back home. Not only would she avoid the gossip that wouldve invariably erupted when people found out shed been spotted at the MacLaren Brewery, but she also wouldve missed seeing him backlit by the gorgeous skyline of San Francisco. Somehow he fit in here as well as he did back home.
For a long moment, she simply reveled at the sight of him. He had always been the most handsome boy shed ever known, so how was it possible that he was even more gorgeous now than she remembered? He was a man now, tall, with wide shoulders and long legs. His dark, wavy hair was an inch or two longer than was currently fashionable, especially for a power broker like him. She had always loved his remarkable dark blue eyes, his strong jawline, his dazzling smile. His face was lightly tanned from working outside, and his well-shaped hands and long fingers were magical...
A wave of longing swept through her at the thought of Connors hands and what he was capable of doing with them.
Maggie sighed inwardly. Lovemaking was one aspect of their relationship that had always been perfect. Yes, Connor had taken too many foolish risks with his extreme sports, and yes, Maggies fears for his safety had driven her crazy sometimes and had ultimately led to their breakup. But when it came to romance, theirs had been a match made in heaven.
Maggie remembered her grandpa Angus saying that the MacLaren brothers had done well for themselves. Now, observing Connor in this luxury penthouse office, she could see that Grandpas comment had been a gross understatement. She probably had no right to feel this much pride in the brothers accomplishments, but she felt it anyway.
At the thought of her grandfather, Maggie dragged her wandering mind back to the task at hand. Grandpa Angus was the main reason she was daring to show her face here today.
Connor hadnt noticed her yet, and for one more fleeting moment, she thought about turning and running away. He would never have to know she had been here and she would never have to experience the look of anger and maybe pain in his eyes. And he would never know to what extent shed been willing to risk humiliating herself. But it was too late for all that. She had been running from her mistakes ever since she first left Connor, and it was time to stop.
Hello, Connor, she said at long last, hoping he couldnt hear the nerves jangling in her voice.
He looked up and stared at her for a long moment. Had she changed so much that he didnt even recognize her? But then one of his eyebrows quirked up, and not in a happy to see you kind of way.
He pushed his chair away from the desk and folded his arms across his muscular chest. After another lengthy, highly charged moment, during which he never broke eye contact with her, he finally drawled, Hello, Mary Margaret.
The sound of his deep voice made the hairs on her arms stand at attention. Amazingly, he still retained a hint of a Scottish accent, even though hed lived in Northern California since he was in grade school.
Anxious, but determined not to show it, she took a few steps forward. How are you? Her voice cracked again and she wanted to sink into the carpet, but she powered forward with a determined smile.
Im busy. He made a show of checking his watch, then stood. Im about to go into a meeting, so Im afraid I dont have time to talk right now. But thanks for stopping by, Maggie.
She deserved that, deserved to have him blow her off, but it hurt anyway. She took slow, even breaths in an effort to maintain her dignity, for she had no intention of leaving. Your meeting is with me, Connor.
He smiled patiently, as though she were a recalcitrant five-year-old. No, its not. Believe me, I would never have agreed to meet with you.
She said nothing as she watched him study her for several long seconds until she saw the moment when realization struck.
Ah, I get it, he said evenly. So youre Taylor James. Inventive name.
Thank you, Maggie murmured, even though she could tell by his tone that he wasnt the least bit impressed by her cleverness. Shed managed to use part of her real last name and had come up with a first name that could be male or female. She tugged her jacket closer. Had the temperature dropped in here? Probably not, but she felt a chill right down to her bones.
Why the subterfuge, Maggie?
She kept her tone as casual as she could manage. I wanted to see if I could make it in the business without leaning on my family name. It was the same lie shed been telling herself for the past three years shed been back in Point Cairn. The truth was too embarrassing to admit.
How intrepid of you, he said dryly.
She watched for a smile or even a scowl, but Connor revealed nothing but indifference. No real emotion at all. She had anticipated something more from him. Hurt. Anger. Rage, even. She couldve accepted that. But Connor didnt appear to be fazed one way or the other by anything she said or did.
Thats where the chill came from. She shivered again.
But honestly, what did she expect? Happy hugs? Not likely since shed found out that hed considered her departure such a betrayal. But if his current mood was any indication, he had obviously moved on long ago.
And so did you, she reminded herself.
He circled his desk and leaned his hip against the smooth wood edge. I heard youve been back in town for a while now. Funny how weve never run into each other.
I keep a low profile, she said, smiling briefly. The fact was, shed spotted him a number of times on the streets of their small hometown of Point Cairn. Each time, shed taken off running in the opposite direction. It was self-protection, plain and simple, as well as her usual risk aversion.
Shed returned to Point Cairn three years ago in a low state, her heart and her self-confidence battered and bruised. There was no way she wouldve been strong enough to confront Connor on his home turf. Not back then. She was barely able to do so right this minute. In fact, she could feel her thin facade beginning to crack and wondered how much longer she could be in his presence without melting down.
Hows your grandfather? he asked, changing the subject. I havent seen him in a few weeks.
She smiled appreciatively. He and his brothers had always had a soft spot for Angus Campbell, and the feeling was mutual. Grandpa is...well, hes part of the reason Ive come to see you today.
He straightened. Whats wrong? Is he ill?
Maggie hesitated. Well, lets just say hes not getting any younger.
Connor chuckled. Hell outlive us all.
I hope so.
He folded his arms again, as if to erect an extra barrier between them. What is it you want, Maggie?
She reached into her bag and pulled out a thick folder. I want to discuss your offer.
He reached for the folder, opened it and riffled through the stack of papers. They were all letters and copies of emails sent to someone named Taylor James. Many had been signed by Connor, himself, but there were offers from others in there, too. He looked at Maggie. These were sent to Taylor James.
And thats me.
But I was unaware of that fact when I made those offers. If Id known Taylor James was you, Maggie, I never wouldve tried to make contact. He closed the folder and handed it back to her. My offer is rescinded.
No. She took a hasty step backward, as though the folder were on fire. You cant do that.
For the first time, his smile reached his eyes. In fact, they fairly twinkled with perverse glee as he took a step closer. Yes, I can. I just did.
No, Connor. No. I need you to
In a heartbeat, his gaze turned to frost. Im not interested in what you need, Maggie. Its too late for that.
But
Meetings over. Its time for you to go.
For the briefest second, her shoulders slumped. But just as quickly, she reminded herself that she was stronger now and giving up was not an option. She used her old trick of mentally counting from one to five as she made one last effort to draw from that sturdy well of self-confidence shed fought so hard to reconstruct.
Defiantly she lifted her chin and stared him in the eyes. Im not leaving this office until you hear what I have to say.
Two
He had to admire her persistence.
Still, there was no way Connor would play this game with her. At this point in his life, he wanted less than nothing to do with Mary Margaret Jameson. Yes, theyd been high school sweethearts and college lovers. At age twenty-two, hed been crazy in love with her and had planned to live with her for the rest of his life. But then shed left him with barely a word of warning, moved to the East Coast and married some rich guy, shattering Connors foolish heart into a zillion pieces. That was ten years ago. At the time, he vowed never to be made a fool of again by any woman, especially Maggie Jameson.
Except it now looked as if shed succeeded in fooling him again. All it took was a convenient lie. But then, hed found out long ago just how good Maggie was at lying.
The last time theyd spoken to each other was on the phone. How screwed up was it that Connor could still remember their final conversation? Hed been about to go on some camping thing with his brothers and shed mentioned that she wouldnt be there when he got home. How could he have known she meant that she really wouldnt be there? Like, gone. Out of his life. Forever.
Well, until today. Now here she was, claiming to be the very person hed been trying to track down for months.
Odd how this mystery had played itself out, Connor thought. Eighteen months ago, a fledgling beer maker began to appear on the scene and was soon sweeping medals and gold ribbons at every beer competition in the western states. The extraordinary young brewmeisters name was Taylor James, but that was all anyone knew about him. He never showed up in person to present his latest formulation or to claim his prize, sending a representative instead.
Taylor Jamess reputation gained ground as the quality of his formulas grew. He won more and more major prize categories while attracting more and more attention within the industry.