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  “A coffee, two lattes and three crullers,” she said to Darlene. “To go.”

  “What’s your hurry?” Lex asked, studying her.

  Blond, slender, almost luminous, there was about her a bit of that smooth elegance the women in Chilton always had, the result of salon pampering, expensive cosmetics, luxurious clothing. Amazing what money could buy.

  “I’ve got to get back.”

  “To where?”

  “Her mother’s florist shop,” Darlene broke in. “Although I guess that all happened after you left. You’re behind the times, Trey. Or I guess it’s Lex you go by now, isn’t it?”

  “Lex?” the blonde repeated. “That’s new.”

  “Short for Alexander,” Darlene explained. “Our Trey grew up.”

  And he saw. Older than he remembered, thinner and somehow more brittle, yet more beautiful even so.

  Keely Stafford, his brother’s fiancée.

  “Well, I’ll be damned,” he said.

  Lex had never deluded himself that he could come into town and avoid everyone but Darlene and his mother. He’d never expected to run into Keely Stafford, though. Olivia had babbled about her leading Bradley astray. Lex wasn’t so sure of that. Bradley was quite capable of getting into trouble on his own; he didn’t need Keely to help him.

  Which didn’t mean Lex hadn’t always found her irritating on general principles. She was part of the perfect plastic world he’d walked away from, one of the twin-set-wearing, country-club tennis players headed off to get their Mrs. degrees at college. He didn’t want to remember seeing her at the club when he was almost eighteen, just before he’d left home for good. She’d been maybe fourteen if she was lucky, on the court in a little white skirt, a disturbingly innocent sexuality in her coltish legs and unself-conscious strides.

  She might have been a kid then, but she was all grown up now. And if she’d disturbed him then, he had a pretty good feeling that now she could send him right around the bend. There was something about her, not quite beautiful but interesting. She’d photograph well, he thought. At first glance, she seemed cool, controlled—smooth blond hair, brows perfectly arched above soft gray eyes, slightly tilted cheekbones that threw just enough shadow to be intriguing.

  But there was something else about her, something hovering in her gaze, something about the way her mouth managed to be both delicate and enticing at the same time. It was a combination that caught at a man’s imagination, a combination that might make a man do anything to try to unlock the secret.

  Even steal millions, if he had to.

  Maybe Olivia wasn’t so far off base after all.

  “I thought you were supposed to be in New York,” he said, without realizing he was going to.

  “And I thought you were supposed to be smuggling in Outer Mongolia,” she replied coolly.

  It amused him. Almost. “I came home to help my mother with this whole legal mess. I guess you’d know something about that.”

  Her chin came up at his words. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “Nothing more than it sounds like. I’d hope you know about it. Bradley is your fiancé, after all.”

  “Ex-fiancé,” she said, with a bit more of an edge.

  Interesting. “Ex? When did that happen? Before the feds showed up or after?”

  She flushed and turned to take the bag and the coffee carrier Darlene handed her. “I’m not sure it’s any of your business.”

  “This entire mess is my business whether I want it to be or not. You and Bradley are the whole reason I’m here.”

  Her stare was bland as she walked over to the ledge that held sugar and creamer and spices. “For what, our wedding? How touching.” She sifted a bit of cinnamon over her latte before taking a drink of it.

  “Don’t be cute. There’s trouble and you know it. My mother called me to help out.”

  “Who, Bradley?”

  “Both of them.”

  “The only way to get Bradley out of trouble is to find him.” She put the cover back on the cup.

  “So why don’t you?”

  “Find him?”

  “You’ve got to have an idea where he is.”

  “I haven’t a clue. Anyway, you’d probably do better at finding him than I would. You’re another one who knows how to leave and stay gone, from what I hear.”

  “And now I’m back.”

  “So you are.” She set the muffin bag in the middle of the carrier and turned toward the door. “And now I’m gone.”

  He followed her outside. “Back to New York? Doesn’t seem like it would be too much fun right now.” He’d caught sight of the lurid headlines in the airport. Contempt had had him ignoring the scandal sheets with their blurred paparazzi pictures or he probably would have seen Keely. That was where the brittleness came in, he was guessing.

  “It’s none of your business where I go. The engagement’s off. I’m done with Bradley. And the rest of you. If it weren’t for your brother, I wouldn’t even be back in this town.”

  Just as Bradley was the reason he was back. Irritation pricked at him. “Tell me where Bradley is and we can all go home.”

  “I told you, I don’t know.”

  “You can’t really expect me to believe that.”

  “I don’t care what you believe.”

  She moved to turn away but he captured her free wrist in his hand. Her skin was smooth under his fingers, and impossibly soft. “Not so fast. We need to talk.”

  She turned on him. “We don’t have anything to talk about.”

  “Oh, I think we’ve got plenty.”

  For a breathless instant, they stood, toe to toe, gazes clashing. The seconds ticked by, then abruptly, surprisingly, her eyes darkened. Desire punched through him, sudden and unexpected.

  Deliberately, she glanced down to where he held her. “Let me go.” Her voice was icy calm.

  He wondered if she had any idea how hard her pulse was thudding against his fingers.

  Well, well, well, he thought, Keely Stafford wasn’t nearly as cool as she tried to pretend. It hadn’t been his imagination. There was heat under that calm, composed exterior.

  “All right.” He was surprised at the effort it took to make his fingers release her. “For now,” he said.

  “For good,” she countered. “I’ve had enough of you Alexanders to last me a lifetime.”

  “You haven’t had me.”

  “You’re the last one I need.” Her voice was low.

  “Maybe,” he said, leaning closer and brushing one fingertip over her chin just to feel her skin. “But don’t think you’ve seen the last of me.”

  “Go to hell,” she snapped, and walked away.

  And he stood and watched her go.

  Chapter Three

  It was infuriating, Keely thought the next morning as she did a flip turn at the end of the lane in her parents’ indoor pool. He’d put his hand on her and she’d just stared at him like some idiot. Not like some idiot, like some ditzy thirteen-year-old staring at the football captain. So maybe Trey Alexander—excuse her, Lex—exuded a rough kind of charm, but she wasn’t about to let it work on her. One Alexander brother had been enough.

  One Alexander brother had been too much. Men, in general, were too much for her just then. She stroked rhythmically, trying to let the soothing slide of water wash away the tension. There was nothing to put a person off relationships quite like walking in on their fiancé in flagrante delicto. Every time she closed her eyes she could see it. How long had it been going on? How long had he been running around behind her back, making love with another woman? Or other women, plural. How many of them had there been?

  And had he ever come to her bed from another’s?

  In a swift, fluid movement, she pushed up out of the pool. It would be a long time before she trusted her judgment again when it came to men. It would be a long time before she gave herself a chance to.

  Keely rose to walk toward her towel and found it held by a tall, sandy-haire
d man with a bemused smile. “Need this, pumpkin?”

  She grinned at her father. “I’d give you a hug but I’d get you all wet.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” Carter Stafford said, wrapping the thick, white towel around her and giving her a quick squeeze. “I’m working from my home office today.”

  “Is that why the khakis?” she asked, squeezing him back. Above them, light danced on the ceiling where it was reflected by the surface of the water.

  “Nope, I wear those pretty much every day. The perks of being the boss.” He winked.

  “You still like it, don’t you?” She stepped away to towel off her hair.

  “Beats working for a living.”

  “Speaking of work, I should get over to the shop and help Mom.”

  “You could just relax, you know. You’ve been here less than a week.”

  “And this is one of the busiest seasons of the year.” She hung the towel around her neck. “Especially with her being out tonight.”

  “Can I help it if this is when my company scheduled the Christmas party?”

  Her lips twitched. “You are CEO.”

  “You think they ask me about these kinds of things?” He snorted. “Besides, I know your mother and her business. There’s never a good time, especially at the holidays.”

  “It’s a good thing that I’m here to fill in, then, isn’t it?” Keely said over her shoulder as she walked through the French doors that led into the main house.

  He followed her. “Why don’t you come with us, instead? Give me a chance to show you off.”

  She shook her head. “The town tree lighting is tonight. People will be in a buying mood, so we’ll want the shop open.” Not just for flowers, but for the gift area where they sold ornaments and cards, jewelry and the kinds of foolish, pretty things that made Christmas morning surprises.

  “All for the sake of the shop, eh?” Carter asked. “Nothing to do with the fact that you’ve never missed a tree lighting yet?”

  “Nothing at all.”

  “I see. Maybe we should stay here and go with you. After all, I am CEO, as someone just pointed out to me.”

  “And as such you have responsibilities.” She grinned. “You’re just going to have to tough it out and go swill champagne and caviar with the other swells. I’ll hold down the fort.”

  “You’re supposed to be taking a rest cure,” he scolded.

  “If I just sat around, I’d go nuts. I’m kind of like my parents that way. Got to be useful.”

  “You had to start working too soon,” he said, his smile fading a bit.

  “Dad, everyone works in high school and college.”

  “You, of all people, shouldn’t have had to.”

  She flashed a smile and rose on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “It was good for my character.” She waggled her eyebrows and did her best Groucho Marx imitation. “And I am nothing, if not a character.”

  “She could lose the house?” Lex stared across the smooth, polished ebony of the desk and into the eyes of Frank Burton, his parents’ longtime personal attorney.

  “That can’t be possible.” Olivia spoke up from where she sat by Lex in a powder blue suit and pearls.

  “You’re listed on the boards of five of the LLCs Bradley set up. The shell corporations, I mean, the ones he used to funnel the money away.” He glanced at the sheet before him. “Correction, five that they know of. They’re quite certain there are more.”

  “But I don’t remember any of this,” Olivia said positively. “And I would have. I don’t just sign things without reading them, you know.”

  “He wouldn’t have needed to have you sign, not if he had access to your social-security number and your passport. Did he?”

  That stopped her. “I don’t know. He had access to my office. I suppose he could have found anything if he was looking for it.”

  “At any rate, that’s only part of the trouble. The most damning fact is that he funneled money through your bank account. He deposited five million dollars on ten occasions over the past two years.” Burton held up a thick manila folder. “It’s all documented.”

  Olivia stared. “Five million dollars?”

  “Times ten. Fifty million, all told. The question is, why? Do you have something to show cause? A receipt, maybe? Records of business transactions? It’s important that we demonstrate the transfers were legit.”

  “I didn’t…I don’t know anything about it,” she said helplessly.

  Burton frowned at her over his glasses. “They were five million dollar deposits. Granted, the sums you receive from your quarterly dividends and real-estate holdings are as big, if not bigger, but still, where did you think it came from? And didn’t you wonder when it was transferred out?”

  “A bank error?” she suggested.

  Burton gave her a skeptical stare. “Ten times? Olivia, if you know something, now’s the time to tell us.”

  “I don’t…I can’t…I—” She turned to Lex, a thread of desperation in her voice. “Your father always did our finances. You know how he was. When he passed away, I was just…” She firmed her lips. “There was so much to see to, the funeral arrangements, notifications, wills. Bradley offered to take care of things. It was a relief to hand it over to him. And then it just became habit,” she trailed off.

  “You played right into his hands,” Burton said. “He used his access to launder money through your accounts, bringing it in from his shell corporations and porting it out to an accomplice.”

  Olivia closed her eyes for a moment. “I can’t believe he’d do it.”

  “The feds can.” Burton’s expression was grim. “They’ve got enough evidence to consider you involved. That means all of your possessions and holdings are subject to seizure.”

  “All of it?” She paled. “Everything?”

  Lex leaned forward. “But she didn’t keep the money.”

  “Not at that step. They don’t know where it eventually wound up, though. She could still have it somewhere.”

  “And on those grounds they can take her house?”

  “They can take it all,” Burton assured him. “Not right away, of course. First, they’ve got to get to the bottom of the whole scheme, and it’s tangled enough that it could take a year or more. Quite frankly, that’s the reason they’re sure his fiancée is involved.”

  His fiancée? Keely? Lex frowned. “What do you mean?”

  “She’s an accountant, didn’t you know? Worked for Briarson Financial. It’s unlikely someone like Bradley would have known enough to carry off this kind of scheme on his own and get past his internal auditors. With someone of her background helping him cook the books, though, it would be a cakewalk.”

  “She’s an accountant?” Lex had assumed she’d majored in something like English literature or art history, one of those degrees for the ladies who lunched. Clearly, he’d been mistaken. “So they think she had something to do with it?”

  “They’re almost certain of it. Mind you, they haven’t got any evidence yet, but they will. Trust me, they will.”

  “If she’s involved, she’s in a position to clear my mother’s name, right?” Lex asked. Forget about vulnerable mouths and shadowed eyes. If she had the answers, he’d worm them out of her.

  “Any testimony you can get from someone who’s involved would certainly help Olivia’s case,” Burton answered. “What we really need is to find your brother but he seems to have gone into the wind.”

  Keely, though, Keely was right here.

  “We should talk to the fiancée,” Burton said.

  Lex felt a slow-burning anger awake. “Leave it to me.” And this time he’d get some straight answers, before his mother lost everything she had.

  Olivia took a breath and straightened her posture in a move Lex recognized. No tears, no weakness here. “What happens next, Frank?”

  “Nothing immediately. They’ll keep investigating until they’ve got it all worked out, put their case together. Then it’ll go to tria
l. With or without Bradley.”

  “So we have time,” Lex said.