Some Like It Hot (10 page)

There were certain things that a woman just couldn’t forget.

For instance, she could not forget the time she progressed from girl into woman, the time she began wearing her first bra, her first date, the first time she fell in love, and the first time she had made love.

Gina was reminded of the latter two as she sat across from the man who had played an instrumental role in both: her ex-husband, Mitch Farrell. She tried to concentrate on what he was saying and not on the memories invading her mind. Memories of naked bodies and silken sheets, of lovemaking sessions that had seemed to last forever, of orgasms of the highest intensity that had no endings.

Seeing Mitch again reminded her of all those things. It also reminded her of pain still lingering deep within, and was a rude awakening that even two years after their divorce, he was not yet out of her system, not fully out of her heart. That thought made her rather uncomfortable.

“What about it, Gina?” Mitch asked softly after taking a leisurely sip of his wine, interrupting her thoughts. The eyes that met his were curious yet reserved.

They sat at a corner table in Sisters, a well-known restaurant in downtown Houston. On weekends it was usually filled to capacity, but tonight—a weeknight—the amount of people dining was a good number: not too many to be considered crowded and not too few to be considered cozy. The atmosphere was relaxing, comfortable and tranquil.

“Why me, Mitch? Why have you come to me with such a generous offer?” she finally asked him, her brows knit.

He smiled before his gaze shifted to the magazine in front of him, having expected her question. “I think the answer to that is obvious. That piece you did on Jake Madaris and Diamond Swain was outstanding and says it all.”

She smiled. “Thank you.”

When wealthy rancher Jake Madaris and movie actress Diamond Swain had announced to the world they were married, and had been for nearly two years, everyone had wanted their story. It had been Gina Grant Farrell, a twenty-eight-year-old freelance writer and family friend of the Madaris family, whom the couple had gotten to do the exclusive interview and write the article. Before then, Gina had done a number of jobs for various publications but the piece on Jake and Diamond for
People
magazine had brought her skill as a journalist into the national spotlight.

“And you know how I am when it comes to my privacy, Gina,” he continued. “You know me better than anyone, and I think it’s time people knew the real Mitch Farrell as well. I want you to be the one to tell my story because I know you’ll be fair and objective.”

Gina inhaled slowly. Yes, she did know him and at one time she’d felt she had known him better than anyone. But that had been before the demise of their marriage. After that she’d wondered if she’d really known him at all. She silently admitted there were times when she thought there were things about his past that he refused to share with her. But the one thing she did know was that Mitch wasn’t the cold, hard, self-made millionaire the media made him out to be. He was fast becoming one of the largest land developers in the country, and everyone wanted to know all they could about the elusive, wealthy divorcé who’d made his mark in real estate.

“People might think I’d be
less
objective since we
were
once married,” she finally said.

“Or they may think that since we were married you would have the inside scoop if there were any. I want my story told, Gina, so people can stop speculating.”

Again she was surprised. The Mitch she knew wouldn’t have cared what anyone thought. She had been a journalist long enough to know that people liked reading whatever they could get their hands on about the rich and famous—regardless of whether the information was true. “The speculation may not stop, Mitch. It may only increase.”

“I know, but I want to put it in writing once and for all that I live a very normal and very dull life that doesn’t include a different woman in my bed every night.”

Gina took a sip of her wine. She was glad to hear that. Although she hadn’t wanted to believe what she’d read in the newspapers and tabloids, the thought that he had become a womanizer had bothered her more than it should have.

She sighed as she placed her wineglass down. There was a lot to consider. She had thought about him a lot over the past few weeks after hearing he had returned to Houston on business. He had moved to California within months after their divorce.

He had come to town to discuss a business deal with Madaris Enterprises, a company formed by the Madaris brothers—Justin, Dex, and Clayton—to fulfill their dream of building an exclusive office park that would house the fifteen-story Madaris Building as well as a cluster of upscale shops. She had been surprised to get a call from Mitch yesterday, inviting her to dinner to discuss a business proposition. The last time they had seen or spoken to each other had been at her brother Trevor’s wedding reception almost a year ago. She knew Trevor and Mitch had stayed in touch over the past two years.

Her mind went back to the offer he’d made. She knew any journalist would jump at the chance to do an exclusive with Mitch. He was a man who seldom did interviews. And not only was he willing to do one, but he wanted her to be part of it.

And that was the crux of her problem. That was the reason she felt so tense. There was no way she could spend any amount of time with him and not remember what they had once meant to each other. Although they had agreed to remain friends after their divorce, all it took was for her to look at him to know that even after all this time she was still attracted to him. He was still handsome, sexy, and masculine, with eyes so compelling they not only penetrated your soul but had the ability to draw you in. Even now when he looked at her, his eyes went almost black. They were just that intense, dark, and magnetic.

She sighed deeply. The effect Mitch still had on her was startling and played havoc on her raw nerve endings. He could still make her body ache in certain places. The interview would take a good week to complete if she did it in stages, like the one she’d done on Jake and Diamond. How would she survive Mitch Farrell for an entire week?

“Where will the interview take place?” she asked, breaking the silence between them and trying not to notice his hands. They were hands that used to give her hours upon hours of earth-shattering pleasure. Of all the things they used to disagree about while married, sex was never an issue; the both of them had had overpassionate hormones. The main reason they had decided to go ahead and marry so soon after they’d met was that they had found it hard to keep their overheated sexuality under control. It was during those times in his arms, while they were able to bring each other to a second orgasm while still trembling from the effects of the first, that she’d felt so much an integral part of him. Even now, a part of her body tingled just thinking about how they used to make love all night long.

“My ranch.”

Gina raised an arched brow when she realized he had answered her question. “Your ranch? In Los Angeles?”

He gave her a smile that had the ability to actually reach out and touch her, which was bad timing after just having thoughts of them making love. “No, the one here in Houston,” he murmured softly.

She stared at him through the lingering fog of his words, confused. “You own a ranch here in Houston?”

He knew that information had surprised her. “Yes. Actually it’s a few miles out, a hundred acres of land in Fresno. I bought it six months ago. Are you familiar with the area?”

Gina nodded in stunned shock. Yes, she was familiar with the area. It was a beautiful section that was far enough away from the hustle and bustle of downtown Houston but close enough by way of the interstate. The land, rich in dark Texas soil with large oak trees and lush green grass, was beautiful and scenic. She knew Trevor and his wife, Corinthians, were thinking about buying land in the area to build a new home.

“How are your parents, Gina? I understand they’re back together.”

Gina refused to let him smoothly change subjects, especially after the bomb he’d just dropped. “Yes, after nearly twenty years Mom and Dad are back together and are ecstatic about being grandparents,” she said, thinking about her three-month-old nephew. Then, without missing a beat, she asked, frowning, “Why did you buy a ranch in Fresno, Mitch?”

He met her gaze. “Because I’m moving back here.”

She frowned some more. “Why?”

Rather than tell her the truth, the absolute truth, Mitch decided to give her the watered-down version. “I miss Texas, Gina. Houston especially. Although I was born in Beaumont, I consider Houston my home since I spent the majority of my time growing up here. Is it so unusual for someone to want to return home?”

She considered his question thoughtfully before responding. “No, but you used to hate Houston because of the things you didn’t want to remember.” They were things he had never shared with her. “Is it easier to come back now that you’ve gotten everything you wanted in life?”

A part of Mitch knew that now was not the time to tell her he hadn’t gotten everything since he didn’t have her. Nor was it the time to tell her that he’d found out the hard way he had never been satisfied. The more he had obtained, the greedier he had become. But in the end he’d realized material possessions and success weren’t everything. Having someone you loved and someone who loved you were. And he did love the beautiful woman sitting across from him. He loved everything about her. He loved the way she wore her hair now, an abundance of shoulder-length, precision-cut layers. And he loved her full lips, the high cheekbones on her cocoa-colored complexion, and the dark brown eyes that conveyed sensuality and allurement all rolled into one.

“No, that’s not the reason, Gina,” he said as the corners of his lips lifted in a smile. “I guess you can say that I’ve come back to find myself. That’s one of the reasons I want you to do the article. Talking about it, getting it out with someone I trust will help. That’s one mistake I regret making while married to you. I didn’t openly communicate with you as I should have.”

Gina said nothing for a long time. This was definitely not the same Mitch. He might look the same, but his views had definitely changed. What he had just confessed was true. He hadn’t openly communicated with her because he’d been too busy making it to the top. Being successful and having money and power were all that had mattered. He had wanted those things more than he had wanted her. What had bothered her most about their breakup was how easily he had walked away from their marriage without putting up a fight.

“I need to think about it, Mitch.”

“That’s fine, but I’d like to know something within a week if possible.”

She nodded and glanced at the magazine that was still in front of him. A week was plenty of time for her to really think things through. “All right. I’ll let you know something by then.”

She then looked up at him and again got caught up in the way he was looking at her. His gaze was touching her; she could feel it through the clothes she was wearing. The deep penetration of his eyes was hot. She let the scope of her vision run lightly over his face, everywhere except the deepness of his dark eyes. She took in the rich chocolate coloring of his skin, the sharp cheekbones, the jutting chin with its dimpled cleft, the full lips. She inhaled deeply when she felt deep sexual awareness and knew she had to make sure his offer was just what it was. She could not fill her head with illusions that it was more than that. For a moment she tried reading his thoughts, but as usual his expression was unreadable.

“This interview is strictly business, right, Mitch?” she decided to ask.

Mitch lifted his wineglass and met her stare before taking a sip. “Yes, Gina, this is strictly business,” he said smoothly. He then tipped the wineglass to his lips and while the cool wine slipped down his throat he thought,
Strictly
unfinished
business.

Gina heard her phone ring the minute she walked into her home. Locking the door behind her, she quickly crossed the room to answer it. “Hello?”

“How did things go tonight?”

Gina smiled upon hearing her sister-in-law’s voice. The woman her brother had married almost a year ago had become the sister she’d never had. With only a three-year difference in their ages, she and Corinthians had quickly formed a bond that was priceless.

Easing onto the sofa, Gina pulled off her earrings and adjusted the phone to a more comfortable position. “They went okay, I imagine, given the fact that I sat across from Mitch hot and bothered the entire time. Isn’t that pathetic?”

“No,” Corinthians answered softly, not trying to mask the smile in her voice. “Considering that you still love him, I don’t think it’s pathetic at all.”

Gina released a long, deep sigh. “I never said I still loved Mitch.”

“You didn’t have to. I heard love in your voice the first time you told me about him. And if you’ll recall, you were rather upset that Trevor had invited him to our wedding reception.”

Gina sighed, remembering that time. “Only because we’d been divorced less than a year and I didn’t think I was ready to see him again.”

“But you did see him and you survived.”

“Yes, but just barely. And now that he’s back makes it harder, especially since he mentioned tonight that he’s moving back to Houston and wants me to do an exclusive interview with him.”

“That’s a generous offer. Are you going to do it?”

“I don’t know. Financially, it’s a great opportunity since a lot of magazines are just dying to get their hands on his story, but I don’t know if I could handle being around him long enough to do it.”

“If he’s moving back to Houston you’ll be around him anyway, won’t you? The two of you are bound to run into each other occasionally.”

“I can deal with occasional sightings. What he’s proposing is for me to do the interview at his ranch. A good solid interview will take a week to complete, especially with the angle I plan to use. I can’t imagine spending a week alone with him, Corinthians.”

“Where’s his ranch?”

“He bought one in Fresno.”

“Umm, then there’s a good possibility we might become neighbors. Trevor and I put a down payment on some land in Fresno today. We hope to start building sometime next year.”

Gina smiled, happy for the brother she thought would never marry. Not only did he have a wife he loved completely, but he also had a son he simply adored. Not wanting to talk about Mitch any longer, at least not any more tonight, she changed the subject. “And how is my darling nephew?”

Corinthians laughed. “Right now he’s in his father’s arms watching a football game. Trask is here and he’s explaining the rules of the game to Rio.”

Gina shook her head grinning. Trask Maxwell, a family friend and former professional football player, was still considered the greatest running back in NFL history. “Does Trask really believe a three-month-old baby can understand football?”

“Evidently he does since he’s been at it since the game started. Surprisingly, Rio doesn’t seemed the least bored and is still awake.” Corinthians sighed happily. “Of all my accomplishments I think having Rio is the greatest. He’s such a wonderful baby.”

Gina shifted slightly in her seat as old tinges of longings rose up within her. Since Trevor had been older than her by ten years, she had spent her adolescent years wanting her parents—who’d separated when she was six years old—to get back together, if for no other reason than to give her a baby sister or brother. And when that hadn’t happened, she had grown up looking forward to the day she would marry and have a child of her own. While married to Mitch she had wanted his baby more than anything, but he had staunchly refused to talk about her going off the Pill.

“Gina?”

“Yes?”

“Don’t worry. Things will work out. I believe there’s a reason Mitch is moving back to Houston.”

“There is. He wants to find himself.”

“Oh? And where do you fit into all of this?”

“I don’t fit anywhere.”

“What about the interview he wants you to do?”

Gina released a deep, lingering breath as she remembered Mitch’s words. “The interview is strictly business.”

“What are you smiling about?” a deep, masculine voice asked from across the table.

Mitch quickly wiped the smile from his face as he looked into the curious gaze of Trevor Grant, the man who had once been his brother-in-law and who, if Mitch succeeded with his plan, would one day again hold that same connection. He had awakened that morning with a smile on his face after a night spent having hot, vividly sensual dreams about Gina. And now it was close to noontime and he was still smiling. He doubted Trevor would want to know the real reason for his jovial expression. After all, Gina was the man’s sister.

“No reason,” he muttered, looking down at his watch. He then glanced around the restaurant. “What time will the Madarises get here?”

“Soon enough. They had to swing by the airport and pick up Justin, which is just as well since it gives us time to talk.”

Mitch allowed himself a minute before reluctantly looking at Trevor. He had an idea just what Trevor wanted to talk to him about but decided to play dumb. “Talk about what?”

“Gina.”

Mitch leaned forward and placed his hand on the table. “What about Gina?”

“I want to know what your intentions are, Mitch.”

Mitch shrugged. “What makes you think I have any?”

“Mainly because I know the two of you went out to dinner last night and just a few minutes ago you had that same stupid-looking smile on your face that I sometimes get on mine when I’m thinking about Corinthians.”

Mitch angled his head. “And you assume my thoughts were on Gina?”

“Weren’t they?”

Mitch pulled his gaze away from Trevor knowing the truth was in his eyes. Feeling agitated that he was under cross-examination, he answered, “Yes.”

“Then I want to know what your intentions are.”

Mitch frowned as he tossed down the scotch, flinching slightly as it burned his throat, and then signaled for a refill. “You’re not her father, Trevor,” he said angrily after he’d gotten his second drink.

Trevor’s expression hardened. “No, I’m her brother, but if you’d prefer I could get my father to ask the question.”

Mitch tossed down another mouthful of scotch. That was the last thing he needed, he thought grimly, feeling the hot liquid settle firmly in his stomach. Maurice Grant was a hard man to deal with when it came to his daughter. Mitch still remembered the day he had asked for Gina’s hand in marriage. It had been like asking for a piece of the Red Sea. He had to all but prove his worthiness. Both Mr. and Mrs. Grant had felt he and Gina were rushing things and should wait at least another year before considering marriage. But Mitch wouldn’t hear of it. He had wanted Gina and since she had been determined to remain a virgin until marriage, he’d had no intentions of waiting another year. There were only so many cold showers a body could take.

Mitch leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and rubbed his temple. Dear heavens, he didn’t need this. Especially not now. “Why are you giving me grief, Trevor?”

“Because I don’t want to see Gina get hurt again, dammit.”

Mitch opened his eyes and met the hard, cold-steel ones of Trevor Grant. He stared at his ex-brother-in-law without flinching, something most men wouldn’t be able to do. “I made a mistake, man. I love Gina. I always have and I always will.”

“Then why did you let her go?”

Mitch winced at the hardness he heard in Trevor’s voice. He couldn’t help but remember how he had lost his parents before his sixth birthday, and how after that he had gone to live with the grandmother he’d adored, until she had died when he’d turned ten. The three people he had loved the most had left him. After that, for two solid years he had been tossed from one relative to another, never fitting in with any of them and never feeling completely loved. From the age of twelve until he had graduated from high school, he had lived in the worst kind of poverty, having been sent to live with an alcoholic uncle. The man used the money the state gave him each month for his nephew’s care on booze and women. There had been many nights that Mitch had gone to bed hungry, and many days he had gone to school wearing the same clothes he had worn the day before. He had made a solemn vow then never to depend on anyone being there for him, and to do whatever he could to never live in poverty again.

“I let her go mainly because I was too stupid to appreciate what I had and too afraid to completely give my heart to anyone again,” he said softly.

Trevor leaned toward him; from the look in his eyes Mitch knew the explanation he’d just given hadn’t been good enough. But Mitch refused to be more specific. He owed Gina an explanation before giving it to anyone else.

“I always liked you, Mitch,” Trevor said in a tone of voice that indicated he was not taking the conversation lightly. “Mainly because deep down in my gut I felt you loved my sister senseless, although things didn’t work out between the two of you for whatever reason. She got her life back together after you left and I don’t particularly relish the thought of you returning to town messing it back up again. I’d rather you conclude this business with the Madarises as quickly as possible, and go back to California.”

Mitch kept his anger in check. After all, Trevor was only trying to protect Gina. “I won’t hurt her, Trevor.”

“You did once,” Trevor accused.

“Yes, but everyone is entitled to make mistakes—just like everyone is entitled to a second chance.” He met Trevor’s stare. “And I’m asking that you give me that. Both Gina and I made mistakes in our marriage, and we both gave in to the divorce too easily. When push came to shove we forgot about the vows we’d made that said
for better or for worse.
We should have stayed together and worked things out, but we didn’t.”

“And now?”

The two men stared at each other for a long moment before Mitch finally said in a throaty whisper as something sharp and blunt swirled around his heart, “And now the main reason I’ve moved back to Houston is to get my wife back. I love her, Trevor, and I hope I can convince her that I’ve changed and to give me another chance. These two years without her have shown me just how wrong my priorities were. She was the best thing to ever happen to me and in my own selfish and self-centered way, I put my wants and needs before hers. I’m ready to do whatever I have to do to regain her love.” Mitch saw belief, then acceptance, in Trevor’s dark eyes.

“So,” Trevor said as he leaned back in his chair and took a sip of his drink. “I imagine you must have a plan, because you’re definitely going to need one.”

Mitch nodded. “Yes, I got a plan.”

“And you think it’s going to work?”

Mitch nodded again. “I pray to God that it does.”

Trevor gave him a slow smile and said, “I pray to God that it does, too.”

Six days after Mitch made his offer Gina still hadn’t made a decision. She had spent most of that time collecting all the recent articles about him she could. Most of them had been sketchy, including the one that had appeared in
Newsweek
four months ago, when Mitch had made news as the first Democratic African-American appointed by a Republican governor to serve on a national committee for land acquisition and development in Washington, D.C., to work with the present administration.

She was proud of all the accomplishments Mitch had made in his life. A part of her knew she and Mitch had wanted different things while they had been married: he had wanted his career, and she had wanted his baby. And neither had been willing to compromise. The only place they had compromised had been in the bedroom, giving in to each other’s demands, wants, and desires.

She stood and walked over to the window. She had converted an empty bedroom into an office where she did most of her writing. Presently, she was working on a piece for
Ebony
magazine for Black History Month.

Without realizing she was doing it, Gina gently touched the windowpane. She remembered a day that was very similar to this one, when she had stood by a window and watched as Mitch had loaded the last of his things into the car. It had been the last day they had spent together under the same roof as man and wife.

She would never forget the day she had asked Mitch for a divorce. She slowly removed her hand from the window and placed it on her waist as her mind relived that day.

“What do you mean you want a divorce?” Mitch paused from placing the folders in his briefcase long enough to ask.

“I mean just what I said, Mitch. I’m going to file for a divorce. We no longer have a marriage. You spend more time at the office than you do here. We never spend any time together and I’m tired of it.”

He slammed his briefcase shut. “You’re tired of it! How in the hell are we supposed to eat around here? How are the bills supposed to be paid? Most women would want their husbands working hard each and every day to take care of those things. They sure as hell wouldn’t be standing around whining about it.”

She shook her head. “You just don’t see it, do you?”

“All I see is a woman used to being pampered by her father and brother who now wants to be pampered by her husband. Well, I think there are more important things to do than spend my time pampering you, like putting food on the table and making sure that we keep a roof over our heads. That’s why I work as hard as I do, Gina, so we can have those things we want. I want you taken care of.”

“No, that’s not it, Mitch. And it’s not like I don’t have a job, because I do. You work as hard as you do for your own satisfaction. I want a husband who will spend time with me; a person who is my friend as well as my lover. I don’t have to have a husband with a prestigious career and a well-thought-of position, or someone making over a hundred thousand a year. All I want is someone I can talk to, someone I can see and spend time with.”

Tears filled her eyes. “You don’t love me, Mitch. You love whatever it is you’re trying to achieve. We have different goals in life; different needs and different dreams. I don’t need the huge mansion on the hill, the Mercedes in the driveway, or the bank account that’s overflowing with money. All I need is a husband who loves me.”