Susan Mallery - Sweet Trouble

The third book in the Keyes Sisters series, 2008

THEYRE CALLING YOU a ruthless bastard, Diane said as she scanned the article in the business magazine. You must be happy.

Matthew Fenner looked at his secretary, but didnt speak. Eventually she glanced up and smiled.

You like being called a ruthless bastard, she reminded him.

I like respect, he corrected.

Or fear.

He nodded. Fear works.

Diana dropped the open magazine on his desk. Dont you ever want someone to think youre nice? she asked.

No.

Being the nice guy meant getting screwed. Hed learned that a long time ago. He picked up one of the messages by his phone. Ironically, the woman who had taught him every aspect of that lesson had just called.

His secretary sighed. I worry about you.

Youre wasting your time.

Dont panic. I only do it on my off hours.

He scowled at his fifty-something assistant, but she ignored him. While he would never admit it, the fact that he didnt intimidate her was one of the reasons shed lasted so long. Although he had a reputation for being the kind of businessman who left his competition bleeding on the side of the road, he didnt enjoy watching his staff cower. At least not all the time.

Did you have anything else? he asked, then looked pointedly at the door.

She rose. Jesse called again. That makes three calls in three days. Are you calling her back?

Does it matter?

Yes. If youre going to continue to ignore her, Id like to just tell her and put her out of her misery. Diane frowned. Youre usually more clear with your BGFs. They rarely phone after you dump them.

Ive asked you not to call them that.

Diane blinked innocently. Have you? Im sorry. I keep forgetting.

She was lying, but he didnt call her on it. Referring to the women he dated as BGFs-short for bimbo girlfriends-was her way of showing disapproval. She complained his women were interchangeable-like fashion dolls. All physically similar, unnaturally beautiful and lacking in heart and brains. She wasnt wrong.

What Diane couldnt bring herself to believe was that he dated them on purpose. He wasnt looking for more.

Shes someone I used to know, he said, then wished he hadnt. Diane didnt need the information. That part of his life had ended a long time ago.

Really? Does she actually have a personality, or- she waved her hands in front of her face as if to keep from fainting -a brain? Now that you mention it, she sounded almost normal.

I didnt mention it.

Hmm. Im sure you did. So tell me about your mysterious past with this woman.

You can leave now.

Why is she back in Seattle? Is she nice? Would I like her? Do you like her?

He pointed at the door.

Diane walked across his office. So youre saying the next time she calls to put her through, right?

He ignored her and she left.

Matt rose, then crossed to the window. His office was at the top of an Eastside high-rise with an impressive view. His business life defined every aspect of success. Hed made it. He had everything he wanted and more-money, power, respect and no one to answer to.

Slowly, deliberately, he crumpled the note with the message from Jesse and tossed it into the trash.

DESPITE THE PROMISES of several famous poets and a couple of tear-jerker country songs, Jesse Keyes discovered it was possible to go home again, which was just her bad luck. Not that she could blame anyone for her current circumstances-shed decided to return to Seattle all on her own. Well, okay, maybe shed had a little help from the cute guy in her life.

She glanced in the rearview mirror and smiled at her four-year-old son.

Guess what? she asked.

His dark eyes brightened as he grinned at her. Are we there yet?

Were here!

Gabe clapped his hands. I like here.

They were in town for the summer or however long it took to get her past in order and her future set. Give or take a week.

Jesse put the car in Park, then got out and opened the rear passenger seat. She unbuckled Gabe from his car seat and helped him out of the car. He stood next to her and stared at the four-story building.

Were staying here? he asked, his voice low with awe. Really?

The extended-stay hotel was modest at best-a local place. Jesse didnt have the money for one of those fancy national chains. But the room came with a kitchen and the online reviews had said it was clean, which is what mattered to her. Once she had an idea of how long they were staying, she would look into renting a furnished apartment in the University District. It was summer, which meant empty rooms while the students were away and cheap rent.

But to Gabe, whod never been in a hotel in his life, their temporary shelter was exciting and new.

Really, she said, taking his hand. Want me to get a room on the top floor?

His eyes widened. Can we? he breathed.

It would mean more stairs for her, but she would feel safer up top. Thats what I asked for.

Cool!

His new favorite word. Hed picked it up at day care. It was about the four-hundredth time that day shed heard it and it was starting to get on her nerves. Then she reminded herself that cool was a whole lot better than some other words he could have learned.

Thirty minutes later they were testing the bounce in the two double beds as Gabe tried to decide which one he wanted. She unpacked the single suitcase shed carried up the three flights of stairs. She really had to think about starting to work out again. Her heart was still racing from the climb.

Were going out for dinner, she said. How about spaghetti?

Gabe flung himself at her, wrapping both his arms around her thighs and squeezing as hard as he could. She stroked his soft brown hair.

Thank you, Mommy, he whispered.

Because eating his favorite food in a restaurant was a rare treat.

Jesse wondered if she should feel guilty for not cooking her first night in Seattle, then decided she would beat herself up later. Right now she was tired. It had been a five-hour drive from Spokane, and shed worked well past midnight the previous evening, wanting to earn every last tip she could. Money was going to be tight while she was in Seattle.

Youre welcome. She dropped to her knees so she was at eye level with him. I think youll really like this place. Its called the Old Spaghetti Factory. A perfect, kid-friendly restaurant. No one would care if Gabe made a mess and she could have a glass of wine and pretend that everything was all right.

Do I meet my daddy tomorrow?

Jesses heart raced again and this time it had nothing to do with taking the stairs. Probably not tomorrow, but soon.

Gabe bit his lower lip. I love my daddy.

I know you do.

Or at least the idea of having a father. Her son was the reason shed decided to face all the ghosts in her past and come home. Hed started asking questions about his father a year ago. Why didnt he have a daddy? Where was his daddy? Why didnt his daddy want to be with him?

Jesse had debated lying, simply saying that Matt was dead. But five years ago, when shed left Seattle, shed vowed to live her life differently. No more lies. No more screwing up. Shed worked hard to grow up, to make a life she was proud of, to raise a son on her own, to be honest, no matter what.

Which meant telling Gabe the truth. That Matt didnt know about him, but maybe it was time to change that.

She didnt allow herself to think about meeting Matt. She couldnt. Not and keep breathing. So for now, there was only her son smiling at her and the love she felt for him. The rest would take care of itself. At least she hoped it would.