he did reflected on Luke, which in turn reflected on Jackson and Blair. And because of that, good men and women had suffered the fallout. Like Connor Blair. The court case may be over, but the securities commission was still determined to put Jackson and Blair through an internal inquiry.
No wonder Connor was on edge.
“So what’s Gino’s connection to this woman—Beth Jones?” Connor finally said.
“No idea. I called Dylan.”
“The ex-con?”
“P.I. now. The guy owes me a favor.”
“You’re supposed to lay low. In case you missed it, that wasn’t a request.”
Luke ran a frustrated hand through his hair. “And I can kiss that promotion goodbye if I don’t get my name cleared.”
“You will. You made a statement and the majority of the Board is behind you. I’m working on the rest of them. Now it’s up to the commission next month.”
“But—”
“You’ve never second-guessed yourself before, Luke. Why now?” Luke remained silent until Connor broke it. “Your cousin still pissed at you?”
“Yep.”
“And this Beth Jones. She’s not a criminal?”
“Not as far as I know.”
“She an ax murderer? A hit man? A reporter?” He could barely keep the contempt from his voice.
“What—?”
“Do you have a natural disaster about to open the ground? A flood? A bushfire that will raze the house? Because these are the only things I’ll be looking for if I see your name in the papers.”
“Mate …”
“I don’t want to hear it. This latest news flash is the last straw. The company’s under an internal investigation and my soon-to-be vice president is accused of money laundering only because he shares blood with Gino Corelli. Unless your life’s in danger, you are going to wait this out.”
Luke thought of a dozen comebacks, none of them adequate. “How long?” he finally said.
“Take the rest of the month. I’ll give you a call when you need to come in for the hearing.”
He could hear a faint sound in the background, which meant Connor had grabbed a pen and was tapping the end on the desk. Luke could just imagine the accompanying facial expression—a mixture of weariness and caution.
“Okay,” Luke conceded.
“Oh, and Luke?” Connor said suddenly.
“Yeah?”
“Get a massage. Otherwise you’ll get a headache.”
Luke cut the call then settled back in the seat. Beth was on her phone, pressing buttons. “I missed a called from the agent and she texted me,” she said. “We can call her back in an hour.” She returned the phone to her pocket. “A bit pointless now, though.” She sighed and changed the subject. “So you’re up for a promotion.”
“Yeah.”
“What’s the job?”
“Vice president of international investments.” He tapped the phone against his knee, thoughts churning.
“Think you’ll get it?”
“Right now, I have no idea.”
Silence fell. Then, “This is not good, is it?” she asked softly.
Luke finally glanced over and their gazes met.
There it was again, that odd vulnerability. It jarred deep inside, stirring long-buried feelings that set his whole body on alert even as he tried to quash it. He’d given up on that dumb compulsion years ago. But now, looking into Beth’s face with those wide green eyes and that guarded expression, he felt the familiar overwhelming urge to protect her from all the world’s wrongdoings.
She doesn’t need you to look after her. You need her out so you can sell that house and give Rosa the much-needed money. Then things will go back to normal.
“Well,” he said slowly, “it’s not all bad.”
“And what’s your definition of ‘bad’?”
“No one got hurt and we have some answers.” He settled back in the seat and laced his fingers behind his neck. “On a scale of one to ten it’d rank at about seven.”
“Including the press ambush?”
He arched one dark brow. “Now you see why I wanted to fly solo? The press would eat you alive.”
Beth swallowed. How little he knew. And why was he picking her apart with that look? She needed the Luke of last night—arrogant and argumentative—so she had a legitimate reason for disliking him.
For one heartbeat Beth wondered what it’d be like to have all that long-lashed, dark-eyed charm smiling only for her.
She stared at his mouth. A delicious-looking mouth with a full bottom lip. A totally kissable mouth that a woman with half a brain would fantasize about.
Don’t even think about it. Luke was definitely a “love ‘em and leave ‘em” guy. Unpredictable, career-devoted and an attention magnet. Attention she had spent years avoiding. Getting involved with him—however superb the encounter promised to be—was the last thing she needed.
She looked away even as her skin began to tingle annoyingly. “What’s our next move?”
“So you’re determined to stay?”
“I still have a lease, in case you’ve forgotten. Legally—”
“Look, if you were in any position to call a lawyer you would’ve done it hours ago. Right? So if you’re not moving out and won’t consider my offer, it leaves with me with only one option. I’m moving in.”
Her mouth gaped before she snapped it shut. “That’s not funny.”
“I’m not joking. I’ve got reporters camped out at my apartment, so I can’t go back without leading them to the house. And—” He stopped abruptly, but she already knew what he’d been about to say.
I still don’t trust you.
Well, fine. She didn’t trust him, either.
“Take it or leave it, Beth. Do we have a deal?”
As the moment stretched in the cool silence, Luke tried to ignore that wide-eyed stare, the frustration and indignation playing out so clearly on her face. Tried, but somewhere inside, something tugged annoyingly on his conscience.
Finally, she
