taking another sip of brandy.
She had some of her cider, then settled back in the cushions a bit. She wasn’t sure if they’d be alone at dinner, not after James had made his appearance and seemed to do whatever he wanted around Ethan. She’d been ready to get to the point of her visit when the other man had intruded and tried to regroup. “Did Dr. Perry suggest you come here to recuperate?”
“That about sums it up,” he muttered.
She bet no one made him do anything he didn’t want to do. “They forced you on the ferry and sent you over here into exile?” That brought a crooked grin that transformed his almost harsh face into something that bordered on being boyishly cute. Now that was an odd word to use for a man like Ethan Grace. Cute. She quickly covered the smile that twitched on her lips.
“I came by helicopter and no one held a gun to my head, but this does have the flavor of being in exile.”
“Then why come?”
“I had other things going on and it made sense.”
She didn’t push for further details; she wasn’t here to learn about his personal or even his business life. She wanted to know about only one thing. “You’re the CEO of your company?”
“CEO, COB and any other combination of initials you want to come up with. A real alphabet man.”
“Basically you own it.”
“The investors and I do.”
“But what you say goes?”
“To a point.”
“Who do you answer to?”
“The board.”
“I mean, do you have an actual boss?”
He frowned at her. “Boss? No, I guess not.”
“Then you have the final say on everything your company does?”
He took a drink, then sighed. “In some sense, I guess that’s right.”
This was it! The opportunity she’d been waiting for. But just as she was about to ask him about the lease, James was back, yelling, “Room service” and crossing the room with another huge tray in his hands. A young woman Morgan thought she’d seen before brought up the rear and headed toward a table by the windows. She cast a sideways glance at Morgan, smiled and kept going. While James came to where they sat, the woman got busy setting the table with linen and crystal. “Just as you asked, boss,” James said as he went to the table.
In a matter of minutes everything was laid out. “Dinner is served and the shrimp is exquisitely fresh,” James announced.
He didn’t have a napkin over his arm, and he didn’t bow, but he was as close to being a manservant at that point as anyone could be, except for the obvious sarcasm in his voice. “Thanks,” Ethan said and pushed to get up.
James moved quickly, taking Ethan by the arm and helping him off the couch. He let him go when Ethan drew back, clearly wanting to cross to the table himself. Morgan took the chair James held out for her and settled in front of a plate filled with meat and vegetables and a side dish of shrimp all on a pewter charger. The woman poured wine into fine-stemmed goblets, then laid a basket of bread in the middle of the table.
Ethan settled with James hovering over him. “Anything else, sir?”
Ethan looked up and shook his head. “You’ve done more than enough,” he said with a touch of sarcasm, too.
James barked out a laugh, then nodded to Morgan. “Enjoy,” he said, then left with the woman and other tray in tow.
Ethan looked at Morgan. “Sorry about that.”
“Who is he?” she asked.
He exhaled in a rush. “That’s a good question. An assistant, a friend, a thorn in my side and someone I rely on completely and have for the past ten years.” He reached for his wine goblet and lifted it in her direction. “Here’s to a nice dinner and good conversation….” He glanced over at the closed door before looking back at Morgan. “And to James forgetting his way to the guest house.”
She laughed, picked up her own wine and took a small sip of the rich red liquid. As she put her glass down, she met Ethan’s dark eyes and he spoke again. “Now, tell me why you came all this way on the beach.”
“To see you,” she said simply.
His gaze never wavered. “Why?”
She resisted the urge to take another drink of wine and said, “I have a problem and you’re the only one who can fix it for me.”
The goblet stopped partway to Ethan’s lips, and he stared at her over the rim. “Me?”
“You.”
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