turn arrived. She made her way up with a sensual sway of her hips. She was attractive, stunning really, with beautiful hair she had colored every three weeks to give it a natural blond look, and a figure any Sports Illustrated model would die for. A brilliant smile lit up her face. Things must be going well with Cade.
Good for her.
Cynthia would never be called sweet or innocent or nice. Truth be told, she was a pain in the butt. But he loved her like a sister and underneath all her makeup, designer clothes and pouty facade lay a good heart.
She was the quintessential poor little rich girl. Her parents were so in love, they barely noticed they’d had a child and she’d grown into a woman. Cynthia deserved to be happy, deserved to be loved. Henry still couldn’t believe her parents hadn’t remembered her birthday last year. She had shrugged it off. The same way she shrugged off holidays spent alone.
He almost believed she only cared about marrying well, but he’d seen a longing in her eyes the first time she held Noelle. He heard the envy in Cynthia’s voice when commenting how perfect Laurel and Brett were together and how lucky they were to have found each other. Cynthia claimed she had no luck finding her Mr. Right. Henry knew she was trying too hard. She was only twenty-six and in a rush to get to the altar. He didn’t want her to settle for less than she deserved.
But Cynthia’s luck with men was about to change….
She stepped up to the platform and kissed his cheek. “Happy Birthday, Henry.”
“Thank you, darling.” With a sleight of hand learned from a Reno magician last year, Henry gave her a special pair of dice, different ones than the others had used. “Good luck.”
She rubbed the dice between her hands and rolled. Double sixes. High rollers participated in the adventure. One man and one woman. A momentary deer-in-the-headlights expression flashed across her features.
“Don’t worry,” Henry assured her. “You’ll do fine.”
Her gaze met his. “I’d better or you’ll be the one worrying.” Her voice was low, but filled with a threat. He expected no less from her.
Cynthia wasn’t meek and mild. She went after what she wanted. The next two weeks weren’t going to be easy for her, but they would be good for her. Henry wanted her to be happy. His job was to show Cynthia what she wanted—no, needed. And he’d finally figured out the right man for her.
Cade Waters stepped onstage and took the dice. He wasn’t thrilled to be here, but he would get over it and come to appreciate what Henry had planned not only for Cade’s foundation, but his heart, too.
Cade rolled. Double sixes. He grimaced. Cynthia’s full lips broke into a wide smile.
Other guests needed to roll, but Henry couldn’t wait for the adventure to begin. This was going to be so much fun. He rubbed his palms together.
The way the adventure would take advantage of Cade’s strengths had been a stroke of luck. Henry knew fate had been helping him out. By the time the pair returned from the island adventure, Cynthia would see Cade Waters as her knight in shining khaki, the Indiana Jones of the new millennium, the man of her dreams. Henry tried not to grin too widely. But he had to smile. Life was too good not to have a smile on his face.
Before giving the next guest the dice, Henry discreetly switched them back to the original pair. Once everyone had rolled, he stood at a microphone. “We have our winners. Cynthia Sterling and Cade Armstrong Waters.”
The other guests cheered.
“This year, I’m paying homage to the pop-culture phenomena television show Survivor. Cade and Cynthia will spend two weeks on a deserted island together.”
“Two weeks?” Cade’s jaw hardened. “I have responsibilities.”
“You’ll have time to make arrangements for your absence,” Henry said. “You also have the option of paying a penalty fee and not going on the adventure if you choose.”
The penalty fee consisted of a ten thousand dollar donation to one of Henry’s favorite charities. So far, no one had opted out of an adventure. Along with paying the penalty, one could never attend another one of his birthday parties. He knew Cade was a lawyer and the penalty fee would never stand up in a court of law. But Cade was also counting on a donation to his foundation. Offending the host wouldn’t be in his best interest.
Blackmail?
Perhaps, but Henry was only doing what needed to be done. The Smiling Moon Foundation would get a hefty chunk of change no matter how the adventure turned out for Cynthia and Cade. Henry’s soft spot for kids had intensified since Noelle’s birth.
“I’m in,” Cade said with the bravado Henry expected.
“Me, too,” Cynthia added.
Of course she was. Two weeks alone with Cade was a dream come true for her. Knowing Cynthia, she was already planning their wedding. The Plaza? The Rainbow Room? And her honeymoon. St. Barts? Turks and Caicos?
“Great.” Henry handed them each a backpack. “Pack your toiletries and clothes in these. The rest of the items will be provided when we reach our location.”
Holding on to the backpack, Cynthia peered inside. “You want me to pack for two weeks with only this?”
“You don’t need much except a swimsuit.” At her frown, Henry winked. “Smile, darling. Frowning will give you wrinkles.”
She narrowed her eyes. He’d better not push it.
“What about time to make arrangements?” Cade asked. “Two weeks is a long—”
“It’s a long trip to our destination,” Henry explained. “You’ll have time to make calls and get to know each other.”
Cade tensed. “Great.”
Cynthia’s eyes sparkled. “I can’t wait.”
Neither could Henry.
Chapter Two
Cynthia lounged in a chaise on the deck of Henry’s yacht. As she sipped Cristal from a Baccarat flute, the bubbles tickled her nose. She set the glass on a table, and a steward dressed in a white shirt and matching shorts refilled her glass.
This was the life.
Ever since stepping aboard Henry’s floating palace last night, she’d been pampered and spoiled by his attentive staff. Who needed a genie in a bottle with Henry around? If her time on the island were anything like the past fourteen hours, she would be living a dream. Too bad Cade wanted no part of it.
She raised her sunglasses and stared at him. He’d barely spoken to her. Not a good sign. She wanted to be noticed, not ignored. “You didn’t tell me he was a workaholic.”
Henry adjusted his small pillow. “Cade is committed.”
“Committed or obsessed?” Cynthia asked. “I don’t think he slept last night.”
“He’s dedicated to his
