The gorgeous redhead in my arms is the key to this plot. The bait. My sacrifice. I’ve had the passing thought once or twice that going down this path will most likely mean giving her up, but there’s no avoiding that ugly reality now. She’s made it clear that she won’t pretend to have the hots for my brother while having a fling with me.
She rips out of my embrace and sends me a stare I can only describe as crestfallen. God, it’s like a stab in the gut.
“Keeley…sunshine.”
She doesn’t heed me. Instead, she whirls around to storm out of the kitchen. My heart drops.
“I have to go.” I rush to hang up the phone, but Keeley has already marched into the living room. I follow. “Come back. Let’s talk.”
She flips me off. “Not much more to say than that.”
I groan. “Sunshine, don’t do this.”
“Do what, be angry that you’d rather put business above whatever we could have?” She tosses her hands in the air. “This is my fault. I really let myself believe you weren’t the mercenary asshole I thought you were when we met.”
“I’m not.” Well, not completely.
Keeley goes on as if I didn’t say a word. “I should have known better.”
“You shouldn’t. I mean, I want to be with you,” I insist, but she’s still stomping away from me.
“No, you want to bang me,” she calls over her shoulder.
I can’t tell her that’s not true. But it’s also not the whole truth.
“Damn it, will you sit down and listen to me?
“Oh, I’ve heard enough. Go work on your big listing. You don’t need me.”
“I never said that. Let’s forget business until tomorrow, enjoy our time together and—”
“It’s over. I told you when we agreed to this deal that if I was going to be your accomplice, I wouldn’t be your convenient lay, too. My small lapse of judgment a few minutes ago aside, I meant it.”
I grab her arm. “Why does it have to be one or the other? We’re two adults who can share a good time while we do our jobs.”
“That may be business as usual for you, but this hired whore doesn’t work that way. I’m going to bed. Alone.”
Keeley slams her bedroom door shut between us. I can’t miss her silent message. I don’t know what to say, but my choice is obvious.
Am I really prepared to use the woman I want more than anything to tempt my brother into losing the deal of a lifetime?
CHAPTER ELEVEN
“…Do you hear what I’m saying?” Rob’s voice breaks into my thoughts.
It’s noon on Monday, and I’ve put literally everything else aside to work on the Stowe presentation. Britta ran in an hour ago, after the Barnes closing, carrying bagel sandwiches and coffee. Now that we’ve all chowed down and caffeined up, we should be set to brainstorm for hours.
Why am I having trouble keeping my thoughts on business?
The answer is easy. Keeley keeps crashing into my head. Last night, I didn’t have a clue what to do. Despite a restless night’s sleep and focusing on this dilemma way more than I should, I still don’t.
Keeley is important—more important than she once was. More important than my head wants her to be. I can’t seem to control how often I think about her or how much I ache to touch her or how completely I want to make her happy. I have no idea what the fuck is wrong with me, because when I talked to George Stowe last night, he made it clear that I’m the underdog and my presentation better blow him away. Otherwise, he’ll be choosing Griff.
But no pressure.
I need to get my head in the game.
Sure, it would be easier to walk away. Let my brother have this one. I hate to admit that he’s probably earned it. But if he closes this deal, he becomes the number one agent on the island. And I lose. At that realization, I hear my dad’s voice in my head, the same stern taunting he’s been barking out since my brother and I were old enough to talk. He’s asking me for the umpteenth time if I’m a pussy or a fighter.
So…yeah. I can’t let Griff win.
There. I’ve admitted the problem. And I kind of loathe myself for it. What kind of full-grown man is still looking for Daddy’s approval?
On the other hand, is it so wrong to want your father to be proud of you, just once?
What if I have to give up Keeley forever to earn it?
Invest in your heart. I hear Britta in my head again.
Second place is first loser. Are you going to let your younger brother be the winner in this family? And there’s my shining male role model, right on cue.
Fuck, I’m so confused.
“Maxon?” Rob barks into my thoughts, snapping his fingers. “Where are you, man? We’ve got to start making some decisions.”
I jerk my thoughts to the present. Or I try. What’s really rolling through my head is the way Keeley shut me out last night. I tried to talk to her through the door, but she merely started the shower so she couldn’t hear me. After my dutiful half-hour call with George, I thought she might have cooled down a bit. But when I checked her door again, it was locked.
I went to bed last night wanting to hit something, to scream, yell…even cry. None of that is adult or manly, so I refrained. But seriously. I’m tied up in knots. When did this woman I never intended to want for more than a night begin to mean as much to me as a career-making deal? Am I really thinking of chucking my ambition, pride, and future for her?
Maybe I’m looking at this wrong. Is it possible to land this listing the old-fashioned way? Good idea, good pitch, good schmooze. Maybe. If I go home to Keeley tonight and admit I’ve been an asshole, she might listen. If I apologize and explain that my bad personality is really a family predisposition I’m struggling to overcome, she may not feel so betrayed. If I explain that I intend to persuade George Stowe to give me a chance without using her to distract Griff, it could possibly make a difference.
Maybe. But if I do that, I’m almost guaranteed to lose almost everything else, even my self-respect.
What the fuck am I going to do?
“Right. Decisions.” At least I’ve got a clear head about the pitch. “I’m thinking we take a total departure from the norm. Like I’ve been saying, the Stowe estate doesn’t have to be billed as flashy or splashy. I think we understand that Susan Stowe came here for solace. Her children may not have understood her need to grieve alone. They might not still. But we can make this property about the calm and serenity, about returning to nature. We focus on the grounds and the atmosphere, not the over ten thousand square feet, the eight bedrooms, and the multi-level infinity pools. We make our presentation a tribute to a woman who loved her husband so much that she couldn’t bear to live the life she’d once led without him.”