tastes have changed and tonight, I think I’ll start with a cup of black coffee,” Katherine said, intending to keep as clear a head as possible around Cade. She saw a flare of amusement in his dark eyes as he ordered white wine for himself.
“You’re an entrepreneur, so what’s your latest project?” she asked, not caring, just wanting to get to an impersonal topic.
“I just acquired a film company. The news became public yesterday.”
She remembered seeing an article in the paper that she had merely glanced at without making the connection to Cade. She did remember it was one of the oldest and one of the last still family-owned. “I saw that the studio sold,” she admitted, “but I didn’t take the time to read about who had bought the business. I didn’t think about it being you. You’re going into show business—are you seeing an actress?”
“No. It was good investment and the company was on shaky footing and about to go under. As far as an actress is concerned, at the moment there’s no woman in my life.”
“I find that difficult to imagine,” she remarked dryly and he smiled, a smile that took her breath and hurt. Creases bracketed his mouth and memories tore at her. To escape from her tormenting thoughts, she picked up a thick black folder and opened it to study the menu.
“It’s true, there’s nobody,” he commented. “Who’s the man in your life, Katherine?”
“There isn’t one. I wouldn’t have been in the bachelorette auction if there was anyone on a serious basis. There isn’t even anyone on a not-so-serious basis. I spend most of my time involved in my work.”
“Then we’re alike there,” he said. “I could have given you the same answer. So there’s no particular man in your life right now and no woman in mine.”
“Don’t make anything of that,” she said sharply. “For me, it means nothing. And it doesn’t matter.”
His gaze caught and held hers in another penetrating look that made her wonder what he was thinking. Could he feel her rage? If he did, it didn’t disturb him, but then, why should it? He hadn’t cared when he had walked out on her without a word only a week before their wedding.
“I can’t believe you would come back to Texas. When I look at you, Cade, all I feel is hurt and anger and hate!” she admitted, the words pouring out, yet an inner voice screamed she felt something else, too. Attraction was hot, volatile, impossible to ignore.
She became silent when the sommelier came to the table to open wine for Cade and let him approve the selection. While Cade’s wine was being poured, a waiter came to pour her steaming black coffee and ice water for both Cade and her.
Once they were alone again, Cade raised his wineglass. “Here’s to our efforts tonight to help children.” His dark eyes were riveting and held her, fanning her desire. It was an effort to tear her gaze from him.
“I’ll drink to that,” she said, picking up her water and reaching out to touch Cade’s goblet lightly. His hand touched hers and he watched her as they sipped.
“How civilized we’re being,” she said in a tight voice, grinding out the words and unable to contain her fury. “All I want to do is shout and scream at you.”
“I can understand. We hurt each other, Katherine,” he said solemnly.
“Then why did you come back here to open it all up?” she asked, wondering again where each other came in and how she could possibly have hurt him? She couldn’t guess how he had twisted the past in his mind because there was no earthly way she had done anything at the time to cause him pain and she wanted to fling that fact right back at him, but she clamped her mouth shut.
“The past is far behind us and we’ve both moved on,” he said. “I expected to find you married with a family.”
“I’m married to my work,” she remarked. “You gave me a convoluted answer when I asked why you’re here and why you wanted an evening with me. What’s the real reason?”
Two
“I’ve seen some of the work you’ve done. It’s fabulous,” Cade said. “I have a project I want to discuss. I hope to hire you.”
She gazed at him coolly. “I won’t work for you, Cade. How dare you waltz in and expect to hire me!”
“I could have sent someone with a corporation name you’d never have recognized. You would have taken the job. As a matter of fact, until a few days ago, that’s what I intended to do. At first, I thought it would be best if our paths never crossed. I wasn’t any more eager to see you than you have been to see me.”
“So what made you change your mind?”
“I realized that as soon as you learned who owned the house, you might have walked out. Of course, I could have kept you from ever knowing. I have companies that you’d have to investigate to know that I own them, and I doubt if you check on all your clients.”
“No. I’ve never seen any need to do so.”
“I considered the possibility of staying out of it and keeping you from knowing, but later, it would come up sometime that there’s a house in Houston with your murals and a reporter would dig through the facts to find out who the homeowner is. Also, if I’m here, I can make sure I get what I want.”
“So you chose to come yourself. You want to hire my company’s services. Cade, I’m not for hire where you’re concerned. Get another ad agency. The world is filled with them.”
“They don’t all paint house murals and I don’t want your agency. It’s you I want to hire.”
“No! I won’t work for you.”
“I’ve been told by people in Houston, Chicago and L.A., that you’re the best in the country at painting murals, interior or exterior.”
“That’s good to hear,” she said, not really caring at the moment what he’d learned about her company or her. Why did he have to come back so damned handsome and so self-assured?
“I’ve heard that from people who had no idea where I grew up or that I knew you. You’re recommended by gallery people, museums and your former customers. I’ve seen your work and it’s top-notch. I told you, I prefer the best.”
“That’s flattering, but there are others who are skilled at their craft and they can create scenes that will be as artistic as any I paint,” she replied, certain that there was no way he could talk her into working for him.
“I’ve heard differently.”
“I promise you, there are others who can paint as well. Graham Trevor is one. He’s excellent, and there are plenty of examples of his work for you to view. A mural is a simple thing to do.”
“Right, Katherine, if you’re good at doing them. Otherwise, it’s a difficult challenge.” Cade leaned back in his chair with one hand on his hip. “I don’t want Graham Trevor or anyone else except you. Surely we can both get past what happened nine years ago.”
“No, I can’t! I don’t want to.
