hinted at it very strongly, but I never offered to sell.”
“You thought about it, though. Maybe now would be a good time to do just that. Maybe that’s all she’s after.”
“I am the only holdout,” Dana said. “And she does seem to want all the land around there. But I don’t want to lose it, not even now. And I certainly don’t intend to be bullied out of my daddy’s land.”
Tony rolled his eyes. “You don’t have many choices left, sugar. Time was, you would have gladly sold that land to anyone with a good offer—let alone someone trying to kill you.”
“That was before,” she said, looking over to where Stevie sat playing a maze-type video game with Tony’s state-of-theart gadgets. “When Mom and Dad died, Stevie didn’t take it so well, remember. I couldn’t uproot him so soon after all that. He loves the farm, so I stayed. And I’ll keep on staying until he’s better able to handle a move.”
“I’ve heard this tale before,” Tony reminded her. “That’s all very noble, but it also means you don’t have a life. And we both know that’s why you and I aren’t together today.”
She made a hushing sound. “I don’t want to get into that, Tony. Stevie and I are a package deal, take it or leave it. You chose to leave it.”
He twisted his lips tightly together and shrugged. “But hey, you’re here now, both of you.”
“Not for long,” she reassured him. “I’ve been thinking about my options. I can’t get the sheriff to help me. I don’t have much money. The creditors and the bank are probably closing in right now. If this Roark woman bides her time, she’ll have my land anyway.”
“So—” Tony raised both hands and let them drop on the worn chair arms “—exactly what are your options?”
She gave him a direct look. “What’d you find out about my friend Bren?”
Tony sat up straight, then eyed her curiously. “Oh, that one. Well, as I said, when you play, you run with the big dogs.” He shifted through his download to find what he was looking for. “Bren, from Wichita—if I have the right Bren from Wichita based on the phone number and full name of Brendan Donovan on that card—is one powerful dude, too. And he seems to be the same Brendan Donovan I’ve heard so much about over the years. I read all about him in my techno magazines. That is what they can find on him. The man is very reclusive and secretive, and very powerful in the technology world.”
That caught Dana’s attention. She had mixed feelings about the stranger, and she had to know more before she followed through on her plan. “Tell me.”
“Wichita Industries is a catch-all name for various businesses and holdings owned by Brendan Donovan. He has so many holdings and companies, it’s hard to say what all he does own. In Wichita, he for sure owns a private airplane factory, which he bought out when it was going under a few years back. Donovan Aer—spelled A-E-R—builds private airplanes for people who have lots of money to spend, but there is a small chain of computers and software equipment under that name, too. So that’s probably why your friend Bren was headed to Wichita. Checking on business, I guess.”
Dana took a sip of Coke, the syrupy sweetness hitting her churning stomach at the same time her doubts hit home. “Okay, but what was he doing on a county road in the middle of Kansas?”
Tony grinned. “I’m getting there, sweetheart. It seems Brendan Donovan is the heir to a vast fortune, which he’s doubled over the years. The man’s into everything, technology—there’s that word again—manufacturing, airplanes, land…Oh, and this is a really good one—shoes.”
Dana scrunched her brow. “Shoes?”
“Yep.” Tony playfully kicked one of her feet with his own bare toes. “He owns Ruby Athletics, doll face. He owns the very shoes your brother is wearing, the hottest active shoes on the market right now, the Ruby Runners.”
Dana looked down at her brother’s feet, not believing what Tony had just told her. “You’re kidding, right?”
“I don’t kid when I’m reading a printout,” Tony informed her. “And as to why he was on that road the other day, I think I can help you there, too. Did he happen to express any interest in your friend Caryn’s church?”
“Not really. He said he didn’t have a church home.” But she remembered how he’d stared across the prairie at the church. Dana sat up, waiting for Tony to spill the rest of his findings. “What about it?”
Tony’s smile was pure enticement. “Just as I suspected when you mentioned his name, and now that I know we’re talking about the same Brendan here, our friend Bren hails from the same hallowed ground as your enemy Caryn. In fact, if my research is correct, why, they’re practically neighbors; they both own estates in County Cork.”
“Ireland?” Dana asked in a whisper.
“Ireland,” Tony repeated dramatically. “Now, how’s that for coincidence?”
Chapter Four
Dana jumped up to pace around the unlit, windowless room. “It might be just that, a coincidence.” She refused to believe Bren could be mixed up with the likes of Caryn Roark.
Tony dropped the papers on top of a pile that seemed to be growing from the dark brown carpet next to the chair. “Yeah, but what are the odds of two people from Ireland being in rural Kansas at the same time?”
Dana whirled to face him. “Caryn didn’t speak with an Irish accent.” Trying to remember how the woman had sounded, she admitted, “She is very cultured. Very formal. Maybe there was a trace, but Bren—he could definitely be Irish.”
“Maybe he was visiting the complex,” Tony offered as he popped the top on a soda, then took a huge swig. “Hey, I’m hungry. Want Chinese or pizza for dinner?”
Dana continued to pace. “I don’t care.”
“Pizza,” Stephen said from his crossed-legged stance on the floor in front of the television. “Stephen wants pizza.”
Dana watched as Tony conjured up the nearest pizza joint on one of his monitors and ordered a large with everything. She had to wonder if he ever left his apartment.
Having provided dinner, Tony turned back to her, his eyes as bright as the simulated picture of fish swimming on the monitor behind him. “Hey, you don’t want to believe this man is in with Roark, I know. But it sure looks that way. I’ve heard things about Brendan Donovan—how he doesn’t like to be in the limelight, how he shuns publicity, and maybe this is why. Maybe he’s one of her followers.”
Dana watched the bubbles floating on the screen behind Tony. “No, he was interested in the church, but when I asked him if he was a member, he…he said no.”
Tony’s lips tipped up at the corners. “Could he have been lying?”
She shook her head. “It was the way he said no, and the way he looked. I got the feeling he did not approve of the church at all.”
“Then why was he there?”
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