had already discussed my situation, and they’d decided to offer the house to me.” She held up a hand. “And, yes, I know it sounds too good to be true. At the time, I thought so, too. But Mimi—that’s Claire’s grandmother—was dead serious. She really loved the house and didn’t want to sell it, and she definitely didn’t need the money. So she offered it to me. All she asked in return was that I take care of it and love it as much as she did.”
“Sounds like the perfect arrangement.”
“It was a sweet deal, all right, but it only resolved my need for housing. I was still broke and without a job. Mimi, Claire and I brainstormed ways I could earn money to cover my expenses and still have time to go to school, and we came up with the idea of renting out the extra bedrooms to college students. It was the perfect setup for me. Since the house is on Town Lake and relatively close to the university, I never had a problem leasing the rooms, which meant I could be really selective about who I leased to.”
“If it was such a success, why the change to a bed-and-breakfast?”
She lifted a brow and looked down her nose at him. “Have you ever lived with twelve college students?” She shuddered, remembering. “It was bedlam even on the best day. And there was absolutely no privacy. After I graduated, I decided I wanted the house to be more like a home than a dorm, and I came up with the idea of turning the Vista into a bed-and-breakfast.”
“And the grandmother was okay with the change?”
“More than okay. In fact, she gave me the house.”
“Gave it to you?” he repeated.
She nodded. “I think she’d reconciled herself to the fact that Claire was never going to want it, and she definitely didn’t want her son to get his hands on it, so she decided to give it to me.”
“Gave it to you,” he repeated, doubting her story, since his research had indicated the only property Ali owned was her car.
“It’s not official yet,” she was quick to tell him. “She only told me about her decision last summer, then she caught pneumonia and passed away just before Thanksgiving. Her estate was sizable, to say the least, so it’ll probably take a while for her lawyers to get everything prepared for probate and the necessary papers filed to transfer ownership to me.”
She glanced around, and was surprised to see it was getting dark. She hitched the strap to her tote over her shoulder. “I had no idea it was getting so late. We’d better go.”
He stood, and offered her a hand.
When she grasped his hand, she felt that now familiar spark of electricity between their palms and watched his face as he pulled her to her feet, wondering if he felt it, too.
“Did you feel that?” she asked.
“What?”
“That sparkly thing when our hands touched.”
“Sparkly thing?” He shook his head. “No, can’t say that I did.”
“Really?” she said in surprise, then frowned and rubbed thoughtfully at her palm. “That’s weird. I feel it every time we touch.”
Three
Sparkly thing?
Garrett snorted as he climbed into bed. How about a hundred volts of electricity shooting up his arm?
But he sure as hell wasn’t going to admit that to Ali. If he’d learned nothing else during his thirty-six years of living, it was never reveal your weaknesses to your enemy.
Enemy?
Frowning thoughtfully, he folded his hands behind his head, and stared up at the ceiling, unsure if that tag still fit. If the stories Ali had told him today were true, she was looking more like a victim, than the enemy.
Her dropping out of college up north and finishing her education in Texas was true enough. He’d unearthed that nugget about her past while doing his own research prior to making the trip to Austin. But nothing he’d found had indicated her move to Texas was due to her parents cutting her off. He might’ve dismissed her story as exaggeration, if he hadn’t already heard his stepmother describe her adoptive parents as cold and heartless people. But in Garrett’s opinion, what Ali’s parents had done to her was inexcusable. Imagine, a parent who would knowingly leave his child with no money, no job and no prospects…
He shook his head ruefully. Ali was just damn lucky she’d had a fairy godmother waiting in the wings. No telling what would’ve happened to her if Mimi and Claire hadn’t come along, offering her a place to live, as well as the means to support herself.
He frowned, more than a little surprised by the level of compassion he felt building toward Ali. He was going to have to be careful, he told himself. Prior to coming to Austin, he’d had a laundry list of reasons to despise her. He couldn’t allow a hard-luck story blind him to the hurt she’d caused his stepmother or allow it to distract him from his purpose for being in her home.
Her life might resemble Cinderella’s, but he sure as hell was no Prince Charming, prepared to charge onto the scene to rescue her.
If anything, he’d come to destroy her.
To prove it, he reached for his cell phone and punched in the number of his lawyer.
“Hey, Tom. Garrett. Sorry to call you at home and at such a late hour, but I need you to do some research for me. See if you can locate information on a woman by the name of Margaret Fleming. Her last address was in Saudi Arabia, but she owned property in Austin, Texas.
“No,” he replied to Tom’s question. “This doesn’t have anything to do with Future Concepts’ expansion. This is…personal. The woman passed away last November. I want to know who inherited the house she owns in Austin.”
He visited a moment longer, then disconnected the call and settled back on the bed.
Ali may not have realized it, he thought in satisfaction, but there was a strong possibility she’d given him the “price” he needed to win her cooperation. That she loved the house was obvious, and Garrett would bet his controlling shares of stock in Future Concepts that she didn’t own it.
But he would before the month was out.
After chauffeuring Garrett around for three days, Ali had decided two things about her current guest. He had more mood swings than a pregnant woman, and he was the most impatient man she’d ever met in her life.
Most people would just kick back and relax, while riding in a car. Not Garrett. God forbid the man waste a second of his precious time. At the moment, he had his BlackBerry in his hand and was checking his e-mail, a task he had conducted at least four times during the day. It was almost ten o’clock at night, for heaven’s sake! Was his correspondence so important he had to check it even at night?
Noticing the brake lights coming on ahead of her, Ali slowed, adjusting her speed to the long line of cars in front of her.
“Uh-oh.”
Garrett lifted his gaze from his BlackBerry. “Uhoh, what? Why are you stopping?”
She
