Marie Harte - Raising the Bar

Dylan Warren paced outside the government complex and shivered in the cold December wind. Even in Augusta, Georgia, winters could get a bit chilly.

I can do this. Its nothing but a thing. No one has to know.

After taking a deep breath, he let it out and entered the building, all the while cursing himself for letting Derrick take advantage of his generosity. How could he have forgotten for even a second that his twin was the Warren brother who never lost a bet?

Because of Derrick, the freakin Bearswho couldnt seem to win a gameand his own stupidity, Dylan found himself doing something he hadnt done in twenty years. God, I am too old for this shit. As he entered the narrow corridor leading to professional suicide, he tugged at the raggedy sweater that passed for Derricks Sunday best and swore again, clutching the handful of papers hed memorized last night.

A gift for total recall was the only thing going in his favor today. He had a meeting with his mother later that hed been dreading. As he waited in the quiet lobby of the planners office, he tried not to dwell on what might go wrong with Derricks stupid scheme. He had a hard enough time living up to his mothers estimable reputation without getting caught playing dress-up. Christ, if Dr. Barbara Ann Warren got wind of this, hed never hear the end of it. But then, that might be preferable to hearing about

Derrick Warren? A prim older woman who looked like she walked with a stick up her ass stood in the doorway to his left and stared down her nose at him. The dreaded secretary, Marly Bennett. Derrick had warned him that the woman ate contractors like candy.

Yes, maam? He gave her his best grin, and her frown turned into a tight-lipped line.

Ms. Wielder will see you now.

Thank you. As he drew closer, he stopped and sniffed. I hope you dont think this too forward, but you smell wonderful. Youre wearing Vintage, arent you?

She blinked at him. Why yes, I am. The woman looked old enough to be his grandmother, but the warm smile she gave him told him she appreciated his noticing. At least the old Warren charm hadnt disappeared along with his good sense.

He entered the office and found the city planner, Natalie Wielder, waiting impatiently at her desk. He stepped forward and held out a hand. Ms. Wielder.

She shook it and gestured for him to sit. Mr. Warren. She blew out a breath. Cut the crap, Derrick. Youre late. Apparently she and Derrick were on a first-name basis. One more thing his idiot brother hadnt told him.

He frowned. I was told the appointment was for noon.

Try eleven forty-five. Youre lucky youre good-looking or Marly would have tossed you out on your ass. She has a thing for younger men, you know, Natalie added with a smirk.

Friggin Derrick and his suck-ass ability to remember detailslike what time the meeting started. Sorry. I must have written it down wrong.

Whatever. Natalie waved aside his apology. You know Harper.

No, he didnt. Dylan forced himself to hold it together as he glanced over his shoulder at the man leaning against the wall, his thick forearms crossed over a broad chest. He had sandy hair and dark brown eyes and was dressed in a flannel shirt, jeans and work boots. A faint reference to Harper somebody came to mind. Derrick had been bitching about somethingblah, blah, blah, and Harper fixed it.

Dylan nodded to the man. Harper. The guy had long eyelashes, a tanned complexion and really large biceps. He was handsome, ruggedly so. And not someone Derrick would ever find sexually attractive. Dylan, on the other hand

Derrick. Harpers eyes narrowed as he looked Dylan over, but he said nothing more.

Give me the papers, Derrick. Derrick? Natalie raised her voice.

Dylan turned away from Harper and his chocolaty brown eyes and handed her the report hed been carrying. Sorry. Been a long day.

And its only noon, Natalie jeered. She studied the notes, reading through Derricks presentation, giving him a moment to compose himself.

A good thing, because Dylan found himself rattled. Derrick had given him the bare bones about todays meeting. A necessary evil to clinch the new city development deal. Derrick had already been given the green light. He saw today as a mere formality. Yet Dylan considered the meeting anything but.

Natalie Wielder treated him with barely concealed disdain. Hed already been late. And holy shit, but this Harper guy stunned him. Dylan had particular tastes in his sexual partners. He was a professional, dated professionals, and liked men and women equally. He cared less about pedigree and looks than about a persons inner character, probably because hed grown up trying to figure out what made people tick.

But his reaction to Harper alarmed him, because he didnt normally grow breathless aroundwell, anyone. He chalked up his nerves to the threat of being exposed as a fraud and did his best to focus.

Natalie asked Dylan questions about the bid, and he answered them easily enough. He concentrated on being Derrick, aware his brother was counting on him. Sydney had finally put his brother out of his misery and moved in with him, and Derrick planned to capitalize on his good fortune with a weekend of unbridled sex. The lucky bastard.

If only the Bears had made that final field goal, Dylan wouldnt have lost that stupid bet. Then Derrick would have had to postpone his trip to Charleston. Derrick would have answered all of Natalies questions. And Derrick wouldnt have to ignore an unwelcome attraction to the tall, brooding Harper.

Natalie asked Dylan a few more questions before turning her attention to the hunky guy in flannel.

She said his name twice, and Dylan belatedly realized Harper had been watching him instead of paying attention to her. Hell.

Harper blinked. Sorry, Nat. Whats that?

She gave him an odd look. You sure you got enough sleep last night? Youre as off as Derrick today.

Thanks a lot, Dylan muttered.

Harper shook his head. Just Nothing.

Good. These figures are the same ones we discussed two weeks ago, so Im glad were still tracking on budget. But what about the additional buildings near the new civic center? How are we on that project? She included Dylan in her question, and he didnt know what to say. Derrick hadnt mentioned anything about some civic center buildings. What the hell had happened to Answer questions from the report, accept the job, and shake the barracudas hand for me. Its all just a lot of red tape. Ive already got the job?

Hmm, the civic center. Let me think. How to bluff his way out of this one?

Harper spoke. I cant answer for Derrick, but Id say were square. No issues on our initial groundwork for the new government offices.

Dylan coughed. Yeah, what he said. That sounded like something Derrick would say.

Natalie nodded. Okay. Then, Derrick? Were good. Youve got the project. Ill see you in two weeks for an update. Friday at eleven forty-five.

He smiled, relieved this farce was over. Sure thing. Great. Thanks. He stood to leave.

So has Sydney found me a house yet? I like her. Im still not sure how you ended up with her, though. Natalie gave him a baleful once-over, and had Dylan not been playing a part, hed have enjoyed her seeming immunity to Derricks allure.

Sydneys great. She made his brother happy, and for that, Dylan loved her. It didnt hurt that she also happened to be as beautiful on the inside as she was on the outside. Yet another great future sister-in-law to add to the family. I dont know about your house. She tells me to keep my big nose out of her business. Hed overheard her tell Derrick to butt out several times. No lie there.