Undercover With The Heiress

She shoved her plate out of the way and stood. She paced to the doorway and back. Maybe she’d taken the wrong tack. Maybe Gray could help her out of this mess. “He was mad because of some shoes. Shoes.”

“Five thousand dollars’ worth of shoes.”

She waved her hand. “You have to pay for quality.”

“And you ran into the gate again.”

She slipped back into her seat. “It was because of an animal this time.”

“Right.” Exasperation wrinkled his face. “You have to do something with your life.”

“With my fabulous literature degree?” She rolled her eyes.

“You chose your major,” he snapped.

“But I didn’t choose my school.”

“Sure you did.” He frowned. “You chose Mother’s alma mater.”

“I wanted Yale.” She bit her lip.

“With our history there—” his black eyebrows formed a straight line “—you didn’t get in?”

“I was accepted.” Of course her brother would think that she hadn’t had the grades, that she hadn’t been smart enough. “I test very well.”

Gray rattled his drink. “I don’t understand.”

“Father wouldn’t allow me to go to Yale because I wasn’t a serious student.” She stared at her food, not wanting to see the pity on Gray’s face.

“I didn’t know. I would have argued for you. Helped you.” Gray tipped up her chin with his finger, forcing her to stare into sympathy-filled eyes. “But that doesn’t mean you couldn’t have had a different degree program.”

Arguing with Father for months on end had sucked the motivation right out of her.

“So, you’re working for me.” He tapped her nose.

It was something he’d done when she was young, when she’d been upset. He’d been good at cheering her up. She tried to smile. “I could lay low until Mother convinces Father that this is ridiculous.”

“You work for me, or you leave.” He forked a piece of enchilada into his mouth. “Since I haven’t finished the build-out on my office space, we’ll work out of the house. You start tomorrow.”

He would make her leave? “Can’t you tell Father I work for you, but I don’t actually do anything?”

“No.” Pity filled his face again. “We start at seven thirty. That means you’re up, moving and have eaten your breakfast.”

“Lovely.” She had to keep this from happening.

He pointed at her plate. “Are you going to eat that?”

Her appetite was gone. “It’s all yours.”

She headed into the library and refilled her margarita glass. Lord let her catch a horrible disease by tomorrow.

* * *

KADEN STEPPED INTO the Fitzgerald House kitchen and sniffed. Then sniffed again. His mouth watered at the scent of peppers, limes, tomatoes and onions.

Nathan waved from the table. “You got my message.”

“Hey, Kaden.” Abby set a dish on the table. “Grab a chair.”

He took a seat across from Issy, hoping she would get comfortable with him.

Gray and his sister came in through the swinging door. Damn, Courtney was gorgeous. His system absorbed the hit of her beauty like Kevlar absorbed the energy of a bullet.

Courtney’s gaze slipped over to him. She looked shell-shocked. Then her smile emerged like a mask. Odd. She hadn’t smiled much last night.

Gray sat next to Kaden and slapped him on the back. “Good to see you again.”

“Thanks.”

“Kaden’s taking on Nigel’s duties while he’s recuperating,” Abby called over. “He’ll stay in the carriage house apartment.”

Cheryl pulled out pans of enchiladas from the oven and nodded to Kaden. “It will be nice to have you nearby.”

Courtney’s pretty mouth dropped open. “Don’t you have a job?”

“I’m...between assignments.”

Her lips pursed, making an almost perfect pink circle. She touched a line forming above her eyebrows and it disappeared. “You’re a handyman?”

She made it sound like it was worse than selling drugs on the street.

“I learned from the best,” he said. “My granddad.”

Gray glared at his sister. “Abby will feel better knowing you’re handling Nigel’s work.”

Kaden turned away from Courtney’s derision and back to Issy. “I saw the beautiful mural in your old bedroom. Did you paint it?”

She giggled. “Daddy did.”

Josh stuck his thumb to his chest. “I helped.”

“It’s wonderful.” And pink. Very pink.

“Daddy’s painting a mural in our new house,” she whispered.

“Your daddy’s very talented,” Kaden said.

She tipped her head against her father’s chest. “I love Daddy.”

How could Heather have ever put this little girl in jeopardy?

“Eat,” Abby insisted. “Your next course is almost up.”

They dug in. Kaden asked Issy about school, but Josh answered for her.

Courtney caught his eye from across the table and winked at him. Winked? What was going on? Then she put her hand on Josh’s arm and asked, “How did you learn to draw so well?”

Courtney and Josh tucked their heads together, leaving Kaden free to talk to Issy. He envied Courtney’s ease with the kids.

“So when do you go to kindergarten?” he asked Issy.

“Not ’til I’m...” She held up her hand, fingers spread out.

Her father rubbed the girl’s back.

“Five?” Kaden asked, to keep the conversation going.

She nodded and ate more of the mouthwatering food Abby and Cheryl kept bringing to the table.

What else could he ask a kid? “Josh says you’re getting a puppy when you move.”

Issy nodded. “Like Carly.”

He shook his head. “Who’s Carly?”

Nathan explained, “My brother’s dog.”

“Love Carly,” Issy whispered. The kid never spoke very loud.

“That should be nice.”

“We won’t get a dog that big, right, short stuff?” her father said.

The girl tipped her head at her father and batted her eyes. “Maybe.”

Everyone at the table broke out laughing. Even Courtney. He frowned. She hadn’t laughed the previous night. She’d worn a stunned expression on her beautiful face. Now it was more...sultry. He’d never described a woman that way.

With a head full of ebony curls and brilliant blue eyes, Kaden imagined Courtney had flaunted her own childhood cuteness. She’d probably wrapped adults around her finger back then and men now.

Gray and Nathan talked about the restaurant construction. Courtney chatted away with Josh.

Kaden was stumped. How did you talk to a kid? What else could they talk about?

“Josh, no drawing at the table.” Cheryl brought something fragrant to the table. “Pollo verde.”

“What’s going on?” he asked Abby.

“There’s an engagement party in the ballroom.”

“That’s why we’re eating here,” Nathan added. “Abby and Cheryl always make enough to feed the crew so we benefit.”

“And Mrs. Gonzalez gave me some of her family recipes.” Abby wiggled her eyebrows. “The pollo verde is hers.”

Gonzalez? His body went on alert. Gonzalez family members were lieutenants in the Salvez cartel. The father, Jose, had worked his way up to underboss. Was it possible cartel members were in the Fitzgerald House ballroom celebrating?

He touched the gun under his shirt. He couldn’t overlook the possibility that Hector Salvez might be upstairs with Heather Bole. His heart pounded.

Kaden slid away from the table. “Excuse me.”

Stepping next to Abby, he whispered, “Nigel said one of my jobs will be to set up for events. Do you mind if I peek into the ballroom?”

Her reddish-blond eyebrows snapped together. “Sure.”

“Third floor?”

She nodded.

“Let me take you up,” Cheryl volunteered. “I can see how things are going.”

“Thanks.”

Cheryl led him to a back stairway. As they neared the third floor, she asked, “Does this have to do with Issy?”

What could he reveal? “Gonzalez is a name associated with the case. It’s a long shot, but it’s possible Salvez, Bole’s partner, is here.”

Cheryl swallowed. “Do you think Heather is here?”

“Only one way to find out.”

In the service hallway, trays of stainless steel covers and dirty dishes were neatly stacked on carts. The muffled clinking of silverware and the hum of voices came through the door. “How many guests?”

“The estimate was one hundred.” She swung open the door.

“Will I be able to see most of them from here?”

“About half. We can stop here and then go around to the ballroom doors.”

Stepping inside, he scanned the ballroom, looking for any of the faces he’d memorized from the Mexican cartels operating in Georgia. He didn’t recognize anyone. And no sign of Bole, either.

“Let’s check from the entrance,” he said.

The main doors were open. And at least one man looked familiar.

There were two tables of adults near the back, with two older men at each table. No one noticed as he zoomed in with his phone camera.

“That’s all I needed.”

Now he had to wait to see the actual photos. And he wasn’t good at waiting.

* * *

COURTNEY SWIRLED HER GLASS, but her margarita was gone. The glass clinked as she set it on the courtyard table.

Look what her life had come to. She couldn’t remember ever drinking alone. All because of dear old Dad. Gray insisted she be ready to work at seven thirty—in the morning. Back home she wouldn’t get up until nine or later.

She missed her friends, missed Boston and missed a home where she didn’t have to think about getting up at dawn. “Damn it! Why is my life so screwed up?”

Footsteps echoed along the path. They stopped on the other side of the hedge and a hand reached through. A deep voice asked, “Everything all right?”

The handyman.

“Just...getting away from the lovebirds.” She jerked her head up to Gray and Abby’s window.

Kaden came around the plants and scanned the area. “Were you talking...to yourself?”

Here was someone to take her mind off her troubles. The soft lighting in Bess’s garden set a seductive mood. It barely lit her quarry, the hot Mr. Kaden Farrell.

She shook her hair so it cascaded over one shoulder. She excelled at wrapping men around her finger. “My life is in a bit of an upheaval right now.”

His eyebrows lowered. “That’s hard to imagine.”

She moved closer, swinging her hips. “I’m bored. I don’t suppose you know of any nightclubs or someplace we could have some fun?”

She set her hand on his chest. His muscles bunched under her fingers. She smoothed her hand up to his shoulder. Nice.

“I don’t have fun.” He caught her hand and pushed it away.

She stumbled into his body and looked up into his icy blue eyes.

His gaze flicked down to her lips and stayed there.

Her stomach fluttered. The hum of attraction was so much nicer than wallowing about having to work for Gray. She licked her upper lip. His nostrils flared. She stood on her toes so he wouldn’t have to bend too low to kiss her.

He stepped back. “Stop.”

Kaden was rejecting her? A handyman? She wanted to curl into a ball and hide. Instead, she whispered, “Stop?”

“I’m not here to entertain you.” He set a heavy hand on her shoulder, keeping her from moving closer.

“But we could... You’re a long way from Atlanta. Don’t you want...” Me? She never stumbled and stammered.

“It’s late and I need to...rest.”

He was making excuses? This couldn’t be happening. A handyman!

“No one ignores me,” she whispered. Louder, she snapped, “Just...just...stay out of my way.”

He pointed at her. “You’ve got it.”

A man had never looked at her with that kind of...animosity. The bushes rustled as he stomped away.

She slumped against the nearby palm tree. Why was her life out of control? She’d been ready to kiss him, and he’d shut her down.

The jerk! No man did that. Not to her. Somehow, she would figure out how to bring Mr. Kaden Farrell to heel.

And then she would treat him like the dog he was.

CHAPTER FOUR

KADEN WHEELED HIS bag around the spot where Courtney had come on to him. Unbelievable. Just one more reason to ignore the way his body reacted to her.

Courtney was bored.

He was not here to distract a spoiled rich girl, even if she was gorgeous.

Hell. He’d almost kissed Courtney. She’d pressed up on her toes and her lush lips had been a whisper away.

He didn’t need a distraction like her. This undercover assignment was too important. He needed 100 percent of his energy focused on capturing Heather Bole. That meant ignoring Courtney.

He used the key Abby had given him to unlock the carriage house side door. The lock was so flimsy, he could have opened it with his credit card.

After trucking his bags upstairs and down the hall, he unlocked another flimsy lock. Home for the next little while.

The B and B’s cleaning crew had been through the apartment. Everything was spotless and smelled clean—not bleach, but something tangy.

Granddad had been thrilled Kaden was helping at the B and B. He wanted Kaden to take care of the Fitzgeralds. And he no longer felt guilty about occupying a Carleton House guest room.

After unpacking, he set his computer on the kitchen table. As much as he would like to use the second bedroom as an office, the pink mural would be too distracting.

He opened the file of pictures he’d taken last night. Zooming in, he focused on scars and visible tattoos, trying to match the faces with known drug dealers or cartel members. Nothing.

But he forwarded the file to the team. They could run the pictures against their database, just in case his memory was failing him.

He rolled his neck and the vertebrae cracked. He’d visited his grandfather. Packed and moved. Checked faces. Now what? He always had a backlog of tasks needing his attention at the Bureau. This not working was...unsettling.

Time to check on what Abby needed.

He headed down the stairs. Muffled voices and hammer strikes echoed through the wall. Nathan’s crew was working on the restaurant.

Curious, he headed around the building and ducked through the open door. Letting his eyes adjust to the dim light, he waited. Nathan and three men walked a frame into place on the wall that looked out to the courtyard.

“Be with you in a minute,” Nathan grunted as they shifted, leveled and added shims.

Kaden relaxed as Nathan’s team worked together. Screw guns squealed. Then they set glass doors into tracks in the framing.

“Got this?” Nathan asked one of the crew.

“Yup,” the man drawled.

Nathan swiped off his hat, pushed back his hair and jammed his cap back on. Then he headed to where Kaden leaned against a pillar.

“Great idea, having windows looking into the courtyard.” Kaden nodded at the windows. “People will love looking out while they eat.”

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