didn’t necessarily agree with Luca that everyone involved was a jackal out to get the kid’s money. But he did find himself analyzing the players.
In the end, his curiosity won out, and he agreed to make the trip to Atlanta. He had no intention of marching up to the front door and introducing himself as a long-lost relative. He was staying under the radar, checking things out and returning to Alaska just as soon as he confirmed Zachary was safe.
“Right there,” said Luca. “In the black dress, lace sleeves, brown hair, kind of swooped up. She’s at the table below the podium. She’s moving right now.”
As Cole zeroed in on Amber Welsley, she turned, presenting him with a surprisingly pretty profile.
Her diamond jewelry flashed beneath the bright lights, accenting her feminine face. Her dress was classic, a scooped neckline, three-quarter-length lace sleeves that blended to a form-fitting bodice and a narrow skirt that emphasized her trim figure.
From this distance, she surprised him. She wasn’t at all what he’d expected. She was younger, softer, insidiously captivating. While he stared at her, the wholly inappropriate thought that she was kissable welled up in his mind.
“You want to go over and say hi?” asked Luca.
The true answer was no. Cole wanted to get on an airplane and fly back to Alaska.
He might as well get this over with. Checking out Amber and all the other characters in this family drama was his purpose in being here. There wasn’t any point waiting.
“Let’s do it,” he said.
“Roth Calvin’s at the next table,” said Luca as they walked. “He’s facing us, talking to the guy with red hair, in the steel-gray jacket.”
“I think you missed your calling as a spy.”
Luca grinned. “I’m calling dibs on the one named Destiny.”
“Who’s Destiny?”
“She was in a couple of the photos with Amber Welsley. She’s hot. And with a name like that, I’m definitely giving her a shot.”
Cole shook his head. “She’s all yours, buddy. I just want to make sure the kid’s okay.” Then any duty he might have as a blood relative would be done.
“By kid, you mean your baby brother?”
“Yeah, that’s not a phrase we’ll be using.”
“Boggles the mind, doesn’t it?”
“You’re going to have to be boggled all by yourself. I won’t be here long enough.”
“You want a wingman for the intro?”
“Sure. But don’t use the name Henderson.”
“Undercover. I like it.”
“I’ll use Cole Parker. My middle name.”
“Right behind you, Cole Parker.”
The closer they drew to the Coast Eagle tables, the more beautiful Amber became. Her hair wasn’t brown, but a rich chestnut with highlights that shimmered under the bright stage lights. It was half up, half down in a tousled bundle with wisps flowing over her temples and down her back. The scalloped neckline of her dress showed off an expanse of creamy skin, while the lace across her shoulders played peekaboo with his imagination.
Her eyes were deep blue, fringed with dark lashes. Her full lips were dark red, her cheeks enticingly flushed. He had a sudden vision of her clambering naked into his bed.
She turned as he approached, caught his stare and gave him an obviously practiced smile. He realized hundreds if not thousands of people must have introduced themselves and offered their condolences in the past weeks.
“Amber Welsley?” he asked her, offering his hand.
“I am.”
“I’m Cole Parker from Aviation 58. My condolences on your loss.”
“Thank you, Mr. Parker.” She shook his hand.
The soft warmth of her palm seemed to whisper through his skin. He felt a ripple of awareness move up his arm and along the length of his body. Her expression flinched, and for a second he thought she’d felt it, too. But then her formal smile was back in place, and she was moving on.
Cole quickly spoke again to keep her attention. “This is my business partner, Luca Dodd.”
“Please call me Luca.”
“And I’m Cole,” Cole put in, feeling like an idiot for not having said it right away.
“Aviation 58 was looking to contribute to the Samuel Henderson fund,” said Luca.
Cole’s stomach twisted, and he shot Luca a glare of annoyance.
Where had that come from? There was no way on earth Cole was contributing to something with Samuel’s name on it.
“It’s a very worthy cause,” said Amber. But then she caught Cole’s expression. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” he quickly answered.
“You look upset.”
“I’m fine.”
She canted her head to one side, considering him. “You don’t agree that the pilot scholarship is a worthy cause?”
“I believe what Luca meant is that we’re thinking of setting something up in parallel. With Georgia Pilots, but not necessarily...” How exactly was he going to phrase this?
“Not necessarily in honor of Samuel Henderson?” Amber finished for him.
Cole didn’t know how to respond to the direct challenge. He didn’t want to lie, but he didn’t want to insult her, either.
“You have a spare ten million hanging around to match Coast Eagle?” she asked.
“Ten million is a little out of our league,” Cole admitted.
Her blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Did you know Samuel?”
“I never met him.”
The suspicious expression didn’t detract at all from her beauty, and Cole experienced an urge to sweep back her hair and kiss the delicate curve of her neck.
“So you disliked him from afar?” she asked.
“I didn’t...” This was getting worse by the second. Cole gave himself a mental shake. “I knew people who knew him.”
“Amber?” prompted a man at her elbow.
Cole clenched his jaw at the interruption.
“Five minutes to introductions,” said the man.
“Thanks,
