Beth Kery - Since I Saw You

Lin Soong hurried down the sidewalk, her face coated in a thin layer of perspiration overlaid with an autumn mist. Damn this fog. There hadnt been an available taxi for blocks. Shed finally ended up just walking the three-quarters of a mile from Noble Tower to the restaurant. Her feet were killing her after a long days work and rushing in heels. To make matters worse, her hair would be a disaster from the humidity. She imagined herself at ten or eleven years old and her grandmother standing over her, wielding a comb and a flatiron like a warriors weapons.

You got this hair from your mother, Grandmamma would say, her mouth grim as she dove into her straightening task. Lin had been left in little doubt as to what her grandmother thought of the potential threat of her mothers rebellious streak surfacing in Lin herself. According to Grandmamma, hair was something to be conquered and refined by smoothing and polish, just like everything else in life.

Lin plunged through the revolving doors of the restaurant and paused in the empty foyer, straining to calm her breathing and her throbbing heart. She despised feeling flustered, and this situation called for even more than her usual aplomb.

By the time she entered the crowded, elegant restaurant, shed repinned her waving, curling hair and used a tissue to dry her damp face. She immediately spotted him sitting at the bar. He was impossible to miss. For a stretched few seconds, she just stared. A strange mixture of anxiety and excitement bubbled in her belly.

Why didnt Ian mention that his half brother looked so much like him?

She soaked in the image of him. He was very good-looking, even if that frown was a little off-putting. He wore a dark blue shirt, and the rich brown of a rugged suede jacket brought out the russet highlights in his hair. Kam Reardon didnt know itand shed never tell himbut she herself had picked out the clothing he wore. Itd been part of the mission Ian had assigned her to make his half brother presentable for a potentially lucrative business deal here in Chicago. Ian had suggested a new wardrobe for his trip to the States. Kam had grudgingly agreed after some skillful nudging on Ians part, but insisted upon paying for everything. Itd been Lin who actually chose the items, however, and sent the articles to Aurore Manor in France. In fact, shed been choosing and sending home furnishings to Aurore ManorKams once grand home that had fallen into disrepairas well.

It warmed her to see him wearing the garments, firsthand evidence that hed considered the clothing suitable to his taste. Her clothing selection hadnt helped much in getting Kam to blend in, however. He was too large for the delicate chairs lined up at the supersleek, minimalist bar. He stuck out like a sore thumb in the trendy establishment, all bold, masculine lines and unrelenting angles.

No . . . not like a sore thumb, Lin amended. More like a lion that found itself in the midst of a herd of antelope. His utter stillness and watchful alertness seemed slightly ominous amidst the sea of idly chatting, well-heeled patrons.

Suddenly, she realized his gaze had locked on her from across the crowded dining area.

Bonsoir, beautiful. We have your table waiting, a man with a mellow French-accented voice said.

Lin blinked and jerked her gaze off the man who was a stranger to her, and yet wasnt: her bosss infamous half brother, the wild man shed been sent to tame.

She focused instead on Richard St. Claires smiling face. Richard was a neighbor, good friend, and the manager of the restaurant where she stood, Savaur. He owned the world-renowned establishment with his partner, chef Emile Savaur. Lin was a regular here.

She returned Richards greeting warmly as they hugged and he kissed her on the cheek. Can you hold the table for just a moment, Richard? My dinner companion is waiting at the bar. Id like to go and introduce myself, Lin said, turning as he began to remove her coat.

Mr. Tall, Dark, and Scowling? Richard muttered under his breath as he draped her coat elegantly over his forearm, looking amused. He noticed her surprised glance as she faced him again. How did Richard know her dinner companion was the man at the bar? You mentioned you were having dinner with Nobles half brother on the phone when you made the reservations. I noticed the resemblance; who wouldnt? I cant wait to hear the full story behind this little scenario, Richard said with a mischievous glance in Kams direction. Hes like Ian Noble posing as a Brazilian street fighter, but with the added bonus of having Luciens seduce-like-the-devil eyes.

Lin stifled a laugh at the apt description. Richard was good friends with Lucien Lenault also, Kam and Ians other half brother. Hed undoubtedly heard part, if not all, of Kams story from Lucien. Hes actually cleaned up quite nicely, Lin murmured. Not six months ago, the people from the village near where he lived thought him homeless and mad, when hes truly brilliant and extremely focused, she added, her head lowered. She smoothed her expression, acutely aware of Kams sharp gaze still cast in her direction.

He hardly seems like a vagrant, but he has been sitting at the bar, looking like hes been chewing nails for the past ten minutes. Victor doesnt know if hes scared to death of the man or in love with him, Richard said under his breath, referring to the bartender serving Kam. Indeed, Victor was surreptitiously studying the tower of whiskered, glowering brawn seated at the bar, with a mixture of wariness and stark admiration as he dried a glass.

Lin threw her friend a repressive, amused glance and walked over to meet Ians brother. Kam was one of the few people seated at the teak bar, a half-full glass of beer in front of him.

Im so sorry for being late. Work was crazy, and there wasnt a single available cab to be found when I finally did get away. You must be Kam. Id have recognized you anywhere, she said when she approached him, smiling in greeting. Ian never told me how much you two resembled one another.

He turned slightly in his chair, giving her an unhurried once-over. She remained completely still beneath his perusal, her expression calm and impassive. Inwardly, she squirmed. Ian had also failed to warn her that Kam Reardon oozed raw sex appealnot that Ian would ever say that about his brother.

Although it couldnt have been any more than a second that he studied her, it felt like minutes before he finally met her stare. She recognized the hard glint of male appreciation in his eye. A strange sensation rippled down her spine. Was it excitement? Or that uncommon brand of lust that strikes like lightning during a rare, uncommon rush of attraction? His face and form were similar to Ians, although up close, there were notable differences: the nose was slightly larger, the skin swarthier, the mouth fuller, the hair not quite as dark as Ians, with hints of russet in the thick waves. Gorgeous man-hair, Lin assessed. It had to have dozens of females longing to sink their fingers into it on a daily basis.

Ian would certainly never go into public with a day-and-a-halfs growth of stubble on his jaw. Although Kams clothing was suitable for the restaurant, it was far more casual than Ians typical Savile Row suits. It was like seeing Ian in some kind of magical mirrora shadowy, savage version of her debonair boss. Kams silvery-gray eyes, with the defining black ring around the iris, were certainly strikingly unique, despite what Richard had said about them being similar to Luciens.

Maybe it was more the effect they had on Lin that was singular.

Ian probably never noticed our similarity, Kam replied. Hes never seen me without a full beard.

Another stark difference. Much like that of her grandmother, who had learned English in Hong Kong, Ians accent was all crisp, cool control. Kams French-accented, roughened voice struck her like a gentle, arousing abrasion along the skin of her neck and ear.