research and get them going on questions and answers. We can do timed and non-timed quizzes. Maybe coordinate some of the questions with what’s being studied in the textbooks. Are they standardized by region? Let’s find that out. If we can emphasize what they’re already studying, we’ll reinforce the teachers’ lessons.”
“I’m working on the time line,” Jeff said. “So a kid can type in a date and find out what’s happening all over the world at that time. We’re thinking anything date related will reference back to the time line. So if someone is working on a paper on Thomas Jefferson and they go online for information, the Web site will offer a time-line link. That way the student can see not only what was happening in this country, but everywhere. We can also cross-reference, so with the Jefferson paper, they could talk about what was happening in China and how it was the same but different.”
“Wish I’d had that when I was in school,” Samantha said.
“Me, too,” Jeff said. “I would have done better in history.”
The meeting continued. Ideas were offered and discussed. They had a limited amount of time to get the Web site up and running, so there would be a final of only the best. Still, she wanted as much to choose from as possible.
As people spoke and offered suggestions, Samantha was careful not to look at Jack. On the professional side, she knew it was important to put their argument behind them. As someone who cared about her friend, she was still really mad.
“That should take care of it for now,” she said. “Good work, people. I’m impressed. We’ll meet again on Friday.”
Her staff stood and headed for the door. Arnie glanced at Jack, who remained seated at the table. The smaller man hesitated, looked at her, then left. Samantha had no choice but to acknowledge her boss.
“We’re getting there,” she said as she collected her notes.
“Yes, you are,” he told her. “Your team works well together. I like where things are going.”
“Good.”
“You have an easy working style. You’re firmly in charge, but you don’t force your will on anyone.”
“What’s the point of that?” she asked. “I already know what I think. I’m looking for their ideas.”
“Not everyone thinks that way.”
She didn’t know what to say to that.
“You’re still mad at me,” he said, making it a statement not a question, so she had no reason to deny it.
“I don’t understand why you’re determined to think the worst of Helen. From what I can tell, you barely know the woman. If you’d spent time with her and she’d been horrible, I would understand your less-than-flattering opinion. But you’re basing it all on a few casual meetings and the mythology that stepmothers are inherently evil.”
One corner of his mouth twitched. “It’s not about her being my stepmother.”
“Then what is it?”
He hesitated. “She’s much younger than my father,” he began. “My father was not a kind man.”
Samantha stood. “Oh, I see. You’re saying she married him for his money? Is that it?” Anger filled her. “I’ve known Helen for years. In fact, she used to be my babysitter. We’ve stayed close. She’s like family to me. She loved your father. Maybe you and he didn’t get along so you’re having trouble with that concept, but it’s true. She considers him the love of her life. I can’t help defending her. It’s like you’re attacking my sister.”
Jack rose. “You seem very sincere.”
“I am.”
They stared at each other. His dark gaze never wavered. At last he shrugged. “Then you must be right.”
She nearly collapsed back in her chair. “What?”
“You’ve never lied to me, Samantha. I knew you pretty well back in grad school. You were never dishonest and you weren’t stupid about people. So I’ll respect your opinion on Helen.”
Okay, she heard the words, but they didn’t make sense to her. “What does that mean, exactly?”
“That you believe she’s a good person. You’re right, I haven’t spent much time with her. I don’t know the woman at all. Maybe she’s nothing I’ve imagined.”
Just like that? She studied him, looking for some hint that he was toying with her, but she couldn’t find it. And to use his own words, she’d known him pretty well back in grad school and he hadn’t been a liar, either. A little rigid maybe, but that was hardly a crime. Not that he’d done anything to admit he might be wrong in this case.
“Okay, then,” she said. “That’s good.”
“So we’re not fighting anymore?” he asked.
“I guess not.”
“You sound disappointed.”
“I have a lot of energy floating around inside of me,” she admitted. “I’m not sure how to burn it off.”
The second she said the words, his body stiffened. Tension filled the room and it had nothing to do with them not getting along. Every inch of her became aware of every inch of him and some of those inches were especially appealing.
Her mind screamed for her to run as far and as fast as she could. Her body begged her to stay and take advantage of the situation.
He broke the spell by glancing at his watch. “I have to prepare for the board meeting tomorrow.”
“Is everyone flying in for it?” she asked.
“Most. A couple will tap in by phone. It’s not going to be pretty.”
She couldn’t begin to imagine how that conversation would go. “I checked the papers this morning. There wasn’t a leak.”
He shrugged. “I didn’t expect there to be. As of eight last night, only you and I knew.”
“Oh.” She’d assumed there were more people in the loop. “I didn’t say anything to anyone.”
“I knew you wouldn’t.”
With that, he excused himself and left. Samantha sank back in her chair and waited for the ache inside to fade.
What was it about Jack that got to her? He was everything she didn’t like in a man—well-off, controlling, powerful. And yet he’d just said he was wrong about Helen. In all the years they’d been married, Vance had never once made a mistake—at least in his mind. Certainly not one he would admit to. So in that respect the two men were different.
But it wasn’t enough, she thought. And she couldn’t take a chance on making another mistake like the last one. If she did, the next one could kill her.
Three of the board members lived in the Chicago area. Two flew in and two would be
