oil change. What could it hurt to ask?
“I’ll check with Burke and see what I can set up.”
* * *
“I’ll call again tomorrow, son.” Burke held the cell phone to his ear, not sure why he was prolonging this.
“Okay.” His child’s familiar, formal tone was the polar opposite of enthusiastic.
“If you need anything, you know how to get in touch.”
“Yeah.” There was a long silence, then Liam said, “I have homework.”
“Right.” He probably wasn’t the only father on the planet whose kid would rather do homework than talk to him, but it sure felt that way. “I love you. ’Bye, son.”
“’Bye.”
Feeling guilty and inadequate, Burke hit the end-call button on his cell phone. He never knew what to say to his son and heard in the kid’s voice how much he was let down whenever they talked. Not calling would save them both the ordeal of an awkward conversation, but unlike his own father he wouldn’t take the easy way out. So he would be in touch every day while he was away from home.
His ex-wife was no better. During divorce negotiations she’d put up zero fight when he wanted physical custody. Now she lived in Paris and he had the best housekeeper in Chicago. Most of the time that made it okay for him not to be there. At least that’s what he told himself. Today he didn’t quite buy it. Meeting Sydney McKnight and her father, Tom, might account for that.
He found himself envying their obviously close relationship. She had gone above and beyond to convince her dad to move on with his life. That was loyalty, a happy by-product of a father who’d been a positive influence on his daughter. Burke couldn’t help wondering if twenty years from now Liam would go to that much trouble for him.
Normally he didn’t feel lonely on a business trip but today was different. In a lot of ways. He was sitting on a stool in the Blackwater Lake Lodge bar. There were a couple of businessmen, two women who’d stopped in for a drink after work and several couples having a predinner cocktail. He was nursing a beer while he waited for Sydney to personally deliver his car.
She’d contacted him and offered; now he found himself looking forward to seeing her again. Stereotyping probably described his attitude, but he’d never expected to see a woman so beautiful, sexy and smart working in a garage.
And speaking of beautiful women, there was one who’d just come around the corner from the lobby and waved when she saw him. Her last name was McKnight, too, but Camille was married to Sydney’s brother, Ben. Burke considered her a friend and she knew about his bad-relationship karma. That’s probably why she’d never told him about her husband’s sister.
She stopped beside him and they hugged. “Hi.”
“Hello, Mrs. McKnight. Marriage looks good on you.” In spite of his dark mood it was impossible not to smile in the presence of a woman glowing the way this one was. “You’re positively radiant.”
“Thank you, kind sir.” She put her hand on his arm. “Love does that to a person. You should try it sometime.”
“Been there, done that. It didn’t work out.”
She wrinkled her nose. “That wasn’t love. Brenda was selfish and self-absorbed. Probably still is.”
“Almost certainly,” he agreed.
The Holden and Halliday families had been friends for years and partners in various business ventures, including a small stake in the project he was here to work on.
“How’s Liam?” she asked. “He’s how old now?”
“Eight. Getting big.”
“You must miss him when you have to be away on business,” Cam said.
Burke nodded ruefully. “It’s not easy.”
“The time goes by so quickly.” She sighed. “My little girl is growing so fast.”
“That’s right. You’re a mom now.” He grinned. “Motherhood agrees with you. How old is...” He didn’t know the child’s name and shrugged apologetically.
“Amanda—Ben and I call her Mandy. She’s fifteen months. You have to meet her while you’re here.”
“I’d like that—”
A flash of red coming around the corner caught his eye and he did a double take. The blazer belonged to Sydney McKnight and she wore it over a white silk blouse tucked into jeans that fit her like a second skin. High heels made her legs look a lot longer than he knew they were. She was pretty in her work clothes and stunning in the sophisticated outfit.
Camille followed his gaze. “Ah, my sister-in-law. Wow, she really cleans up well. But then she always dresses like a fashion model when she’s not at the garage. She looks fabulous.”
Burke had noticed. Earlier her hair had been pulled into a sassy ponytail but now it fell like dark silk past her shoulders. Layers framed her small face and highlighted her big, brown eyes. She could be in Car and Driver magazine or grace the cover of Glamour or Cosmopolitan.
Sydney saw the two of them and looked surprised for a moment before heading in their direction. She stopped in front of them.
“Cam, it’s nice to see you.” She leaned in for a quick hug. Then she looked at him. “So, you’ve met my sister-in-law?”
“Actually we’ve known each other for years,” he explained. “As a matter of fact, the Hallidays have invested in my resort.”
Sydney blinked. “You own the development company?”
“With my cousin, yes.” Her surprised expression was genuine. “Why?”
“You just said your company owned the land.”
“We do,” he said.
“I just thought you were on the payroll, not the guy who signed the paychecks for everyone.” Syd glanced at Cam, who nodded a confirmation. “Be sure to share with my father that you know this guy. He had your back today.”
“Oh?” Cam said.
“That’s right,” Burke agreed. “I brought my car into the garage for an oil change and he gave me the third degree about the new project followed by a subtle warning that it better not put the lodge out of business.”
“I’ll be sure and tell Tom not to worry. He’s so thoughtful. I’m so happy he finally found someone, and the mayor is a good woman.” Cam looked first at Burke, then her gaze rested on Sydney. “Is this a coincidence you two meeting here?”
Sydney dangled a ring of keys on the end of her finger. “Like Burke said, he brought his car in for an oil change and I’m delivering it now.”
“And I appreciate the service.”
“Happy to oblige.”
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