Macy Tarlington.”
His eyes flickered with recognition. “Tarlington?”
His recognition wasn’t aimed at her. He didn’t know who she was. It was the Tarlington name that turned heads in every civilized country around the world. Apparently, the cowboy had never seen any of the work Macy had done on film. She wasn’t a star by any rights, but most people in the know would recognize her on the street. “My mother was Tina Tarlington.”
“I’ll be damned.” He shot her a charming smile then put out his hand. The large capable hand she’d already held. “Carter McCay. I’m from Wild River, Texas.”
Of course, he was a Texan. With that charming accent, where else could he be from? “Hollyweird, California.”
His lips quirked up and they sat staring at each other, their hands entwined in a slow shake.
Macy would’ve lost her footing if she’d been standing from the way he watched her. “I want to thank you. I don’t know how I would’ve gotten away from them if you weren’t there.”
He finally released her hand, and she was momentarily at a loss. “Appeared that way to me, too.”
“You saved me,” she said, still awestruck.
“You needed saving.”
Macy held in a sigh. His fiancée was a lucky woman. “Are you in the habit of saving women, or am I the only one?”
“I’m not in the business of saving anyone anymore.”
“Meaning you once were?”
“Once, a long time ago.” The city lights reflected in his eyes as his gaze shifted out the window. “I was a marine.”
“Ah, that explains your call to duty.”
His gaze snapped back to hers.
“I mean, isn’t that wh-what you do?” Oh boy, she didn’t want to insult the man who’d saved her. She found herself fumbling with an explanation. “The first to go in when there’s a crisis.”
His lips twitched as if he found her amusing. “I’m a Texan. We don’t like seeing women being manhandled. Marine or not, any man worth his salt would have done the same. “
Macy decided she liked a man who used the phrase worth his salt. “No matter the reason, I’m appreciative.”
“Why were those bozos so dang persistent anyway?”
The dreaded question.
Macy darted a glance out the window. “I suppose they think they’re justified.”
His lips tightened. “Nothing justifies shoving a defenseless woman and sticking cameras in her face.”
“If you knew me better, you’d know I’m not exactly defenseless,” Macy quipped. “I was caught off guard. Usually I’m more prepared.”
“Can’t imagine living like that.”
“It’s worse now. My mother’s death put the spotlight on me.” She tried to pass off her troubles with a shrug. “I’m the center of some controversy.”
His gaze remained on her, searching, waiting. But Macy held back. Though her recent episodes had been all over entertainment news when she’d walked out on two separate productions, trying to explain them to a stranger would be awkward. Thankfully, her lawsuits related to those incidents, weren’t public knowledge yet.
She didn’t answer the question in Carter’s eyes.
“So, why the auction?” he asked. “Your mother was…”
“Broke. She wasn’t good with money and she loved beautiful things.”
His eyes widened, as if she’d told a telling tale. “You want a drink? All I have is champagne.”
The bottle of Dom was sitting in a sterling-silver bucket in the center back of the town car. He picked it up along with two crystal flutes and poured them each a glass. She accepted one and glanced out the window again, noting the city lights fading, fast becoming a distant memory.
“By the way,” she whispered, taking a sip of the bubbly. “Where are you taking me?”
Wind blew her hair off her shoulders. The cool breeze refreshed her mind and rejuvenated her body. She stood on the deck of a private yacht watching the glorious Manhattan skyline. To think, if Avery hadn’t canceled their dinner date right before she’d arrived at the restaurant, and if Macy hadn’t gotten out of her cab to walk the two blocks to her favorite sushi place, her evening would have been a lonely night of salmon sashimi and wasabi.
The term too good to be true was overrated, except when it came to Carter McCay. He’d been a perfect gentleman, offering to take her back to her hotel.
“What’s my other option?” she’d asked.
And now, she was sailing the Hudson River with her handsome cowboy. She’d had a million questions for him while in the limo, but she’d refrained from asking. She wanted to pretend for a little while longer that all was right with the world while trying to forget the mob scene that would have taken her wits if Carter hadn’t rescued her.
She was being reckless for a change, driven by her coping mechanisms not to overanalyze everything. She was going with the flow. As her mother used to do.
Carter leaned his elbows against the railing next to her. She smiled at him. The “flow” was pretty darn great from her stance. His presence made her stomach flutter, but at the same time, she felt safe with him. She trusted him. And for a girl who’d grown up with the Hollywood scene, trust didn’t come easy.
“This is nice, Carter. It’s so peaceful out on the water.”
He inhaled deep and nodded. “That was the plan.”
“But the plan wasn’t for me, of course.”
“True. Did you notice what I bought at your mother’s auction yesterday?”
“I noticed. You bought one of her diamond rings.”
“Yeah, and like a fool, I thought a Tarlington diamond would seal the deal. I proposed to my girl tonight.”
“Tonight?” Uh-oh.
He looked out to the water, focusing away from the city lights to the darkness. “Yeah. Right before I met you. She turned me down flat and pretty much made a fool out of me. Seems she was using me to get the attention of my…Of someone else.”
Was that woman nuts? “Oh wow. That’s pretty crappy.”
“Nothing pretty about it.”
“It’s so wrong.”
“Wrong,” he repeated with a nod.
“Why, it’s dreadful and appalling. Depraved.”
