BILLIONAIRE ANGEL (Point St. Claire, where true love finds a way) (14 page)

“Two whole weeks,” Xander said, flipping the closed sign on the door. “And things are really starting to move. We need to go out and celebrate.”

Brooke agreed.

For the most part.

Since becoming a partner in
I Hart Flowers,
Xander had shown up at the shop every day, at first only in the afternoons. Then Heather had phoned apologizing and asking if she could have more time off with her family. Heather’s father had suffered a heart attack; he was still in hospital and her mom needed support. Brooke had assured Heather to take as long as she needed, and then explained about the changed circumstances in the business.

After that, Xander had arrived at the shop around opening and stayed until close. He’d swapped those impressive dark business suits for a pair of mouth-watering jeans, a white tee that highlighted his dynamite physique, and one of her aprons. Didn’t get better than that. Except…it did.

In between helping with customers and caring for Chance, Xander had made it his mission to learn about wholesale produce, floral supplies, handling cut flowers as well as the art of floral design. An uber masculine man like Xander…he’d actually said it was fun. On top of that, he’d made phone calls. Lots and lots.

The rent was taken care of, and his lawyer had drawn up a contract. Xander insisted that Brooke have her own attorney look over the terms of their partnership agreement; he was fine with her deducting that fee from the operating account he’d set up. That account sat on more cash than she earned in a year.

Xander was also sourcing possibilities for a new premises here, as well as looking into opportunities for a second shop in L.A. Finally, he’d let her know that, even though they had never gone on a “date” as such, given the time they’d spent together, he felt justified in having met the terms of that contest’s requirements. Consequently, he’d passed on his donation to the charity. Brooke suspected he’d have done it anyway.  

As he joined her now, looking like a vision from a girl’s hottest dream, Brooke smiled at his suggestion.

“How should we celebrate?” she asked, coiling ribbon around a finger—which she hadn’t chewed in over a week.

As he circled behind her, Brooke imagined she felt the sear of his gaze on her shoulders then her hips.

His voice was close enough to make her quiver.  “How about dinner out?”

“You mean take the baby to a restaurant?”

“It’s been done before. Or, you’ve said your sisters are desperate to have a sleepover.”

Brooke had spoken with Xander about her sisters, particularly Ella’s pleas to have the baby overnight.

“It’s probably too late to organize tonight,” he said. “But maybe later in the week? It’d be good for you both to get a change of scenery.”

When the warmth of his breath stirred her hair, Brooke got her ready-to-party hormones under control and crossed over to see Chance. Xander had set up a playpen enclosure, and associated security cameras, behind the counter. Not only was the baby well supervised one hundred percent of the time, suddenly he was sleeping less through the day and better through the night. Bonus!

Now Chance lay on a big, thick quilt. Recently he’d discovered his hands. Brooke watched as he spread his fingers and then, making a loose fist, tried to plant his hand in his mouth. Hunkering down, leaning over the rail, she wriggled his foot. He cooed and then sucked again.

Xander crouched beside her. Brooke tried not to focus on the powerful bronzed arm resting an inch away from hers. And that subtle musk scent literally made her mouth water. Once, when he was changing in the back room, she’d seen him sans shirt.
Damn
, was that body ripped! Chests like his belonged on billboards. Sometimes she caught herself imagining him bench pressing, hitting the bag…

Holding her close.

“You on for scissors, paper, rock?” he asked.

She grinned. Strange way for a rich dude to make decisions and yet, at least once a day…

“What for this time?” she asked.

“Who gives Chance his bath.”

Xander wasn’t angling to ditch a chore. They both got a kick out of seeing the baby splash around in his suds.

She and Xander pumped their hands twice then both delivered paper, and then scissors, and then paper again. By the time Xander’s paper finally covered and squeezed her rock, they were laughing. And his nose was a hair’s breadth away from hers.

Their expressions eased but his hand over hers tightened more. Then he leaned that bit closer and suddenly her eyelids grew heavy. Beneath her tee, her nipples seemed to swell, rubbing against the lace of her bra. Her heart was beating so hard, she wanted him to kiss her so bad, the physical longing was an ache beneath her ribs.

His gaze dropped to her lips...her eyes drifted shut…and then….

Then the heat of his hand fell away.

Reality flooded back.

Brooke smoothed her hair and cleared her clogged throat. Beside her, talking to the baby about his bath, Xander appeared unaffected. 

What the heck was she trying to do? Ruin everything? Xander might find Chance irresistible; he obviously felt for their situation and, for whatever reason, believed in her business. That did not mean he wanted to get romantically involved. Not on a long-term basis anyway.

She wasn’t that naïve.

Brooke pushed to her feet as a knock sounded on the door. It was after closing time but another sale was another sale. Besides, she needed time and space away from Xander and his pheromones. Every day those deeper feelings seemed to grow.

As Xander scooped Chance up and headed for the back, Brooke crossed to the shop’s street entrance. Before she could open the door, she caught a glimpse of the person waiting outside. When she recognised the jacket, the color and cut of the hair, an ice-cold veil settled over her.

The man on the street had turned to study the traffic. Now, as he angled back to face the door, Brooke grabbed the window’s blind and wrenched it down. With every muscle braced, she counted three beats before that knock came again. And again. To her soul, she wanted to charge out there and tell him to go to hell and never come back. But, even more, she didn’t want to cause a scene. She wouldn’t give him that kind of power or satisfaction. 

From behind her, a deep voice broke into her thoughts and she spun around. Xander was looking at her, questioning.

“Brooke, did you hear me? Are you okay?”

She forced a thin smile. “Sure. Fine.”

“Are you going to let them in?”

She hesitated. “I think they’ve left.”

With Chance balanced in the sling of one arm, Xander walked over.  When he studied her face, she pressed her lips together. She didn’t want to get into this. She’d rather never discuss it at all. 

Xander’s eyes narrowed before he reached and pulled up the blind. Brooke held her breath while he peered out that window. Finally, she looked again, too. No one was there.

Thank God, Jake Bentley had gone, hopefully this time for good.

The next afternoon, ten minutes before shutting up shop, Xander experienced a close encounter of the zany kind.

Brooke was out back with the baby when a young woman came in. Seeing him behind the counter, the woman clapped both hands over her mouth and then shook her head as if to clear her vision. Her hair was palest blond, cut short and mussed up with a whole pile of product. She wore tatty jeans, a tee that read “Admit One,” and a pair of ankle boots encrusted with crystals.

Xander shifted his spray bottle to one side. “Can I help you?” he asked.

“I’m sure you can.” The woman’s gaze traveled down the column of his throat then over his chest before gliding back up to settle on his mouth. “How did my sister land
you
for an assistant?”

Sister?
Ah, now it fit.

“You must be Ella,” he said.

“Brooke’s told you about me?”

“She certainly has.”

Ella tried to look contrite. “Only half of it’s true.” Then her expression changed. “Hang on a minute. I bet I know who you are. Mr. Blistering.”

“Blistering?”

“As in hot. Sizzling.”

He joined the dots. “Brooke called me that?”

Striking a slightly pigeon-toed pose in those crystal boots, Ella crossed her arms and studied him hard. “This’ll sound like a scam, but haven’t I seen you somewhere before?”

“Thought I recognized the voice.” Brooke had emerged with Chance from out back. “Ella, meet Alexander Drake.”

Ella tipped sideways and almost fell off her heels. “
Holy balls
. I don’t believe it. Of course I know you. Everyone does. But what’s a billionaire doing behind a counter wearing an apron? Not that I’m complaining. I’m sure Brooke’s not complaining, either.”

Xander began to explain. “There was this contest—”

“A bachelor draw for charity,” Brooke chipped in.

“Yeah…I read the woman who won had backed out.” Ella’s voice lowered in awe. “My God, Brooke, was that
you
?”

Brooke nodded. “Still don’t know how that happened.”

Ella looked between the two of them. “Someone must have put your name in. Don’t you want to find out who and seriously thank them?”

While Xander rubbed a corner of his grin, Brooke explained to him. “Ella’s a little excitable.”

“But what’s he doing here now,” Ella went on, “serving?”

Xander made himself useful, spraying some mixed bouquets, while Brooke explained the situation fully. Ella still couldn’t come to grips with the news.

“I’ve phoned,” Ella said. “I’ve come over nights to visit. Why didn’t you say something before now?”

Brooke kissed the top of Chance’s head. “I wanted to see if this partner thing worked out.”

Ella eyed Xander again. “Looks like it’s working out pretty well to me.” Then her focus shifted to the baby. “And why haven’t I said hello to you yet?” She put out her arms to nurse Chance and cuddle him close. “Lord, you smell good. All powdery and fresh and cuter than any baby in the world.”

Chance was talking back, in cooing baby language, of course.

Ella spoke to Xander. “Mind if I borrow my sister for a minute.  There’s a matter of utmost importance we need to discuss.”

He shot spray at the gerberas. “Be my guest.”

“I’ve come over to make you an offer you can’t refuse,” Ella told Brooke. “I’m staying over Hannah and Dan’s tonight. We really, really want to look after Chance, give you a night off.”

Brooke took a moment and then exhaled. “Okay.”

Ella froze. “Did you say…? I thought you said…”

“Yes,” Brooke said, moving behind the counter. “You can look after Chance tonight.”

Ella gently bounced the baby. “Yay us!” Then she sent Xander a sly but approving look. “Did you guys have something planned?”

Brooke said “not really” at the same time Xander said “yes.”

He clarified. “We do now.”

“I expect to hear more about this,” Ella said, heading for the back room. “Right now, I’m going to pack this little man’s bag and get outta here before you all change your mind.”

Xander joined Brooke behind the counter. She never wore make-up other than a lick of gloss he had grown increasingly impatient to taste. He got the feeling she was leaning that way, too. He often caught a certain sparkle in her eyes…a breathy quality to her voice. Still, her main priority was that baby. Only made her
more
attractive. There was something special about Chance. He got more into that kid every day.  

“So, what have you got in mind for tonight?” he asked, setting down the spray bottle.

“You’re right. We totally need a change of scenery.”

“Consider it done.” He tore off his apron and set it down beside the spray. “Put on something pretty and I’ll pick you up at seven.”

Her eyes were sparkling again. With a burp cloth slung over one shoulder and her ponytail mussed from where Chance had caught a handful of hair, Xander didn’t think his business partner had ever looked more beautiful.

“Can I ask where you’re taking me?” she said.

“And spoil the surprise?”

“As long as it’s not a red carpet affair.” A finger went to her mouth. “I’m not much into the socialite scene.”

“I promise.” He headed for the front door. “What I have in mind is ultra private.”

She might not be a princess or a movie star, but at this minute, Brooke felt as if she were the most desirable—the
luckiest
—woman in the world. Sitting in a private area of a quaint but tasteful restaurant, with the sound and scent of ocean waves crashing on the nearby shore…this must be heaven on earth.

She’d known Xander a little over two weeks. Practically no time at all. So, why did she feel so connected? How did Xander truly feel about her? He’d said that he liked her. He had absolutely invested in her. During the day, they talked and laughed and made plans…

Was it crazy to wonder if one day there might be more?  

Xander was refilling her wine glass. “How do you feel about the baby being more than five seconds away?”

“Like I’ve lost a limb.”

In the soft yellow glow of the candlelight, she saw his eyebrows lift. “That bad?”

“Not bad, exactly. Different. Weird. Thing is I know he’s safe and being lathered in love.”

This afternoon when Ella had offered again to have Chance for the night, Brooke had come to an overdue conclusion. She’d been hooked up on her promise to Tiffany: Brooke had vowed to always look after her son. Didn’t mean she had to lock Chance away until graduation. Moms were allowed to go out every now and again, weren’t they? 

“Your sister’s quite a character,” he said, scooping up a forkful of linguini.

“She can wrap anyone around her little finger. Hannah’s the oldest...a total egghead. The one with all the degrees, remember?” Toying with her salad, Brooke gave up a bit of information she hadn’t offered before. “Hannah and her husband are trying for a baby.”

“Good for them.”

“Being a parent has to be the best feeling in the world. I couldn’t imagine life without Chance now.”

Xander set down his fork. “There are questions that need to be asked though.”

“Questions?”

“About the birth father. You don’t want him showing up out of the blue, hiring a lawyer and demanding parental rights.”

Brooke’s heartbeat began to race. “Could that happen? I was named in Tiffany’s will. I’ve lodged my consent . I know I’ve passed the background check.”

“I’ve had my attorney look into it. Seems there’s a lack of uniformity between states regarding level of protection for unwed fathers. If he pops out of the woodwork, it could mean a lot of emotional and legal issues.”

For an evening that had started out so well, now Brooke felt a little ill. She had given thought to Chance’s biological dad before. But now…“What should I do?”

“I can make a few enquiries. Shouldn’t take long to find something out.”

“And if we
can’t
find anything?”

“Then we tried, for Chance’s sake.”

When a song drifted out through the speakers, she sat back and closed her eyes. Ella’s words from the other week were ringing in her ears. Was Chance’s father a good man, an unselfish person…or was he cut from a similar cloth to Jake’s?

She shivered and opened her eyes.

A pulse was beating in Xander’s jaw. “I’ve upset you,” he said, sounding annoyed at himself.

“It’s not you. It’s just this song reminds me of someone.”

“A man?”

Her stomach swooped as she nodded. “It’s over.”

“Are you sure?”

She was taken aback. “Positive.”

They were seated in front of a wall of glass. For a long moment, Xander concentrated on a series of night waves rolling in on the shore.

“Yesterday, after closing, who was it at the door?” he finally asked.

She opened her mouth to tell him again. No one. But she saw in his eyes…Xander had guessed anyway.

She locked her hands in her lap. “Jake and I were an item for six months. I met him at a friend’s wedding. We’re both huge Dodgers fans. He took me to a game. A homerun sailed straight to us in the stands. For the first four months, we really seemed suited. Then his mom let it slip that he’d spent a bit of time in Juvie, and that now he owed people money, including her. We’d make a time to see each other and he wouldn’t show up. The final straw was his reaction to the baby. He didn’t like the idea of sharing.”

Xander’s brows knitted. “He didn’t like Chance?”

“He wasn’t so keen on me liking Chance, either.”

Sitting back, he swiped a hand down over his mouth. “So, you dumped him.”

“I didn’t want to see Jake the other afternoon. I never want to see him again.”

Xander raised his glass. “I’ll drink to that.”

Later, when they left the restaurant, Xander’s arm slid loosely around her back as he steered her toward the boardwalk.

“Is it too cold for a walk?” he asked.

She fought the urge to lean closer. “A walk sounds good.”

For the longest time, they strolled in a comfortable silence. Knowing Chance was, by now, blissfully asleep, Brooke simply enjoyed the sound of the waves…the appeal of having Xander this close.

“Bet you’re thinking about the baby,” he finally said.

“You, too?”

When warm fingers slipped around hers, Brooke siphoned down a quick breath but didn’t pull away. 

“He’s fine,” Xander said, peering down the misty, otherwise vacant boardwalk.

Brooke had talked about her family, but Xander always seemed to dodge the subject of his own. Now she asked, “Do you have any sisters or brothers?”

“Two brothers, one sister and a mom.”

“No dad?”

“He vanished when I was six.”

Brooke’s step faltered.
Ohmygod
. “Why?”

“Classic case of another woman. Or two…or three.”

Although Xander’s expression was calm, that pulse in his jaw had started to pop again.

“Did you see him after that?” she asked gently.

“Half a dozen times. He was too interested in his love life to worry much about being there for his kids. I was just happy the yelling and tears had stopped. Made me realize what I
didn’t
want when I grew up.”

When his grip on her hand shifted, Brooke automatically squeezed back.

“Are you the eldest?” she asked.

“Second youngest.”

“That blows the order of birth theory. Aren’t firstborn children supposed to rule the world?”

“The other Drake kids have done okay. They’re all married with kids. Holidays are fun. How about you? Into big family Christmases?”

Before Brooke could answer, under a brighter street light, the shimmer of a conch shell caught her eye. She swept down to pick it up, turn it over, and then back again.

“It’s perfect. Not a chip anywhere.”

“You collect shells?”

“When I was a kid.”

She scanned the shadowy stretch of beach. This shell didn’t get up here by itself. Someone must have dropped it.

She put the shell to her ear and grinned. “Yep. There’s the ocean rushing around.”

He chuckled. “That’s the sounds around you resonating in the cavity.”

“Mr. Brain McBrain,” she teased, lowering the shell. “Is there anything you
don’t
know?”

He only grinned. “It’d be the same if you held a cup to your ear. Airflow, ambient noise, resembles the sound of ocean movements. The human ear also picks up the sounds your body makes.” His hand found hers, lifting and cupping the shell against her ear again. “Can you hear muscles working? Blood flowing?” His voice and head lowered. “Can you hear your own heart beating?”

She gazed into his eyes.
Most definitely
.

He brought the shell, and her hand, to the side of his own face. As the bristles on his cheek lightly grazed her knuckles, Brooke swallowed and asked, “What do you hear?”

“A voice.”

“What’s it saying?”

His gaze dropped to her lips. “It’s telling me not to wait.”