she knew the feeling was mutual. Over the years, she’d found friendships to be much more satisfying than a love life. He held out his hand to her.
“Thanks,” she said, “but not right now. I still have some details to see to. The party’s really just beginning.”
“Nonsense. I’m here. You’re here. The party has officially started.”
She grinned. Few people possessed the self-confidence Colin did. He made everything he did look easy, yet he was one of the hardest-working people she knew. “Who did you bring tonight?”
“I didn’t bring a date, if that’s what you mean—just a planeload of the usual suspects.”
“Oh, that’s right. I heard you were going to fly down some of the group in your new jet. Thanks.”
“No problem at all.”
She leaned closer to him. “Do you know that man standing over there by the edge of the terrace?”
He threw a casual glance over his shoulder. “Nope. Who is he? A party crasher?”
She shook her head. “He must have come with someone. I just can’t figure out who yet.”
“You want me to go over and check him out?”
“No. I’ll do it in a minute.”
“Happy birthday, Tess.” A cool voice slipped between them and they both turned.
“Jill.” She gave her sister a quick, automatic hug. If the hug lacked the spontaneity and ease of the hug she’d given Becca, she prided herself on her belief that no one could tell. No one except maybe Jill. And Colin, who knew them both well.
Just as quickly, she released her middle sister and stepped back. Jill was wearing a short black Armani sheath that emphasized her inherent elegance and sophistication. Until Tess had seen Jill, she’d thought she looked pretty good in her short, ivory silk dress with straps that skimmed over her shoulders and crisscrossed several times in the back until reaching her waist.
But then, it was Jill who had inherited the classical beauty and elegance of their mother, not her nor Kit. Even Jill’s dark hair was styled into an elaborate French twist from which no hair would dare escape.
Annoyingly, Tess could feel the wind blowing at the untidy blond tendrils of her hair, which had already managed to elude the containment of the ivory silk scarf she’d tied at the nape of her neck. “You’re late. What happened? I expected you earlier.”
“My ride took off without me, and I had to make other arrangements to get here.” Jill’s bourbon-colored gaze flashed at Colin.
The very picture of innocence, he spread out his hands. “I had a schedule to meet.”
“You weren’t running a bus, Colin.” Jill’s words dripped with ice. “You were flying your own plane.”
“Ever heard of a little thing called a flight plan?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact, I have. And I know they can give you a certain leeway.”
He shrugged. “Everyone else was aboard. I didn’t see why they should be punished just because you couldn’t arrange your day so you could get to the airport on time.”
Tess rolled her eyes, though neither Jill nor Colin saw her, so intent were they on squaring off against each other. But she’d grown used to their behavior. For whatever reason, whenever the two of them got together, some type of sparks usually flew, and more often than not, it was sparks of anger.
“I have an idea,” she said. “Why don’t you two go dance and I’ll see you both later?”
Colin looked at her, then at Jill. After a moment, he slowly held out his hand to her. Jill hesitated for several seconds, then glanced at Tess. “Have Uncle William and Des arrived yet?”
“Uncle William isn’t feeling well, so he won’t be coming.”
Jill’s perfect forehead creased in a frown. “Is it serious?”
Colin dropped his hand.
“He didn’t give me any reason to believe that it was. Besides, you know Des would let us know if something was seriously wrong.”
Jill nodded. “What about Des?”
Good question, Tess thought wryly. It was the eternal question that kept her and her sisters occupied. “I have no idea if he’s even coming.”
“You haven’t heard from him?”
“You know he rarely lets us know what he’s up to.”
“Right.” Jill chewed her bottom lip for perhaps three seconds, then stopped. It was a habit left over from her childhood. “Well, let me know if Des arrives, okay?”
Sure she would, Tess thought. When pigs flew.
Jill switched her attention to Colin. “Well?”
“Well, what, Jill?”
“Do you or don’t you want to dance?”
This time it was Colin who hesitated. “Maybe later,” he finally said and walked off.
Tess hid a smile. If looks could kill, Colin would now be dead. Jill stared after him for a moment longer, then turned and went in the opposite direction.
The Des in whom Jill had been so interested was their uncle William’s elusive stepson, a high-powered lawyer. Women flocked to Des like bees to honey, but he was much more than a highly eligible bachelor to her and her two sisters. She, Jill and Kit had each inherited one-sixth of their family’s business upon the death of their father, conditional upon each of them meeting a certain criterion. But Des was due to inherit fifty percent of their family company upon Uncle William’s death.
That fact put Des smack in the center of the collective crosshairs of her and her sisters. In theory, if one of them married him, they would gain control of the family company. And there wasn’t one of them who wasn’t hungry for that control and more than willing, able and raring to go after him. Too bad for her sisters that she planned to be the one who got him.
However, pursuing Des was frustrating as hell. Though she was no expert on love, it seemed to her that the only way to get Des to fall in love with her was to arrange it so that they could spend time with each other. But time was something Des rarely gave any of them on an individual basis.
Still, she wasn’t deterred, nor, she knew, were her sisters. Winning control of the company was too important for each of them. If Des showed up tonight, Jill would go after him like a heat-seeking missile, but she would have to stand in line behind Tess. And then, of course, there was Kit.
The three of them had been competitive with each other since birth, encouraged and egged on by their father, who pounded into each of them the importance of being the best at whatever they did. One of their competitions involved fighting to be the one who, at the end of the company’s fiscal year, had made the most money for the company, and there wasn’t much they wouldn’t do to earn that yearly honor.
