Under Her Skin. Сьюзен Мэллери

pretended she hadn’t heard the snarky question. Normally she and Dana had a great time sniping at each other about their very different views on female beauty. Lexi owned a luxury day spa and believed in making the best of what a woman had. Dana considered using conditioner on her hair during her daily three-minute shower more than enough girly stuff for anyone. Lexi wasn’t sure Dana knew what mascara was for.

      Dana wore her dark hair short, dressed in a uniform while at work and jeans and a T-shirt the rest of the time. They’d known each other since they were ten and Lexi had only ever seen her in a dress three times.

      Dana leaned back in the booth. “Okay, you’re seriously upset. What is it?”

      “I wasn’t kidding about the two million dollars. I need to figure out how to get it in twenty-one days.”

      “Are you being blackmailed or something?”

      That made Lexi smile. “You’re such a cop. No blackmail. Just me being stupid and greedy.” She sighed. “When I left my dad’s company to start my own business, I had that small inheritance from my grandmother. I got Venus Envy up and running but I was barely making it. I had no assets of my own, except my condo. Without the right balance sheet, being a Titan means a whole lot less than people think. Anyway, I was struggling. One day about two years ago, my banker called me. One of his clients was willing to loan me two million dollars for growth. The terms were simple—I would make payments. The guy didn’t even want a piece of the business. I used the money to buy the building and completely expand and redo my spa. It was a dream come true. But there was a catch.”

      “There always is,” Dana said.

      “The investor’s identity remained a secret and the loan was callable. He could demand full payment with only three weeks’ notice.” She shrugged. “The clock starts now.”

      Dana swore. “Is it your dad? This sounds like something Jed would do.”

      “I don’t know,” Lexi admitted. “I wondered that myself.” Jed Titan was a legendary Texas businessman. Had her father given her the loan only to call it back as a test?

      “The reason I want to say no,” Lexi continued, “is that Jed isn’t subtle. If he was screwing with me, I think he’d tell me to my face.”

      “Then who’s the guy?”

      “I haven’t a clue. My banker won’t tell me.”

      Dana snorted.

      “What?” Lexi asked.

      “Your banker. You have a banker. I know a little ATM machine by the grocery store, but we’ve never been more than friends.”

      “Everyone in business has a banker,” Lexi said, but knew Dana didn’t believe her, even though she should. Everyone thought being a Titan meant something. Maybe it did—but whatever it meant, it wasn’t always good.

      “What are you going to do?” Dana asked. “Seriously, I’ve got five thousand dollars in savings. You can have it, but I don’t think it’s going to help.”

      “You’re sweet to offer, but no. That’s the irony. Everyone assumes the Titan girls are rich, but we’re not. Well, Skye has her inheritance from her mom but Izzy and I are just like everyone else. Living from paycheck to paycheck. Jed holds all the family money and he wants each of us to prove ourselves before we get a piece of the family business. That’s what the day spa was about for me. My grand plan to prove I could make it on my own. I’m not going to lose everything to some faceless jerk. I’ll figure out a way to get the two million. I’ll do anything. I don’t care what.”

      Dana tapped the badge on her left breast pocket. “Careful there, little lady. You don’t want to break the law.”

      “If I do, I won’t tell you about it.”

      “Fair enough.”

      The waitress appeared. They ordered burgers and fries, along with Diet Coke, because balance was important.

      “I hate that I was stupid,” Lexi said when they were alone. “I hate that the most. I know better.” She sighed. “Okay, I’m officially not going to whine for the rest of lunch. What’s going on with you?”

      “Your sister is a pain in the ass,” Dana grumbled. “Skye is having one of her fancy parties up at the house tonight to raise money for her foundation and expects me to attend. She knows I loathe that kind of stuff.” She rolled her eyes. “I have a friend who has a foundation. It’s like living in an alternative universe.”

      “At least you can tell her no,” Lexi reminded her. “I’ll be required to attend. Not that I’m complaining. Maybe someone will drop a really expensive diamond necklace and I can pawn it.”

      Dana raised her eyebrows. Lexi’s gaze dropped to the deputy badge again.

      “Sorry,” she murmured. “You didn’t hear me say that.”

      “Fortunately I don’t believe you’d do it. Look at the bright side. There will be a bunch of boring rich guys there. Maybe you can talk one of them into giving you a loan.”

      “I’m not sure I’d want to give them what they would require for that kind of money.”

      “There is that.”

      Lexi brightened. “Come with me. It’ll be fun. You can mock everyone. You enjoy that.”

      “No, thanks,” Dana said. “I have a date.”

      “With Martin?” It was all Lexi could do not to roll her eyes.

      “Why do you say it like that?”

      “Because Martin is just like all the guys you date. He’s too nice and you boss him around.”

      “I do not.”

      “You do. You find these sweet, unassuming men who adore you and are terrified in equal measure. You completely control the relationship, then complain you’re bored. You need to find someone who will be more of a challenge.”

      “So speaks the woman who hasn’t been on a date in six months. You’re not exactly an expert.”

      “I have a career to think about. A business.”

      Dana just looked at her.

      Lexi dropped her head to the table. “That I’m going to lose in three weeks unless I come up with a miracle.”

      “Your sister runs a charity. Go ask her for the money.”

      “She won’t give it to me. She hordes it for disadvantaged children. You know Skye. She’s practically a saint. It’s annoying.”

      “Tell me about it. At the very least, there will be good food tonight. You can bury your sorrows in appetizers with funny names. Just don’t drive drunk.”

      Lexi straightened. “You so need a man you can’t push around.”

      Dana grinned. “There’s no such animal.”

      “There is and I can’t wait until you finally run into him. In the meantime I need to find a man I can push around. Or a miracle. At this point, I’d be very happy with a miracle.”

      CRUZ RODRIGUEZ had never believed that cars and women had much in common. He loved cars—they were his life. But they couldn’t keep him warm at night…or in the morning. And even brand-new, they never smelled as good as a beautiful woman about to surrender.

      He climbed out of his silver Bugatti Veyron and tossed the keys to the valet. The kid stood there, staring at his car.

      “J-jeez. You’re gonna let me drive that?”

      Cruz looked at the car. “You going to damage it?” he asked.

      “No, sir!” The kid walked closer, reached out a hand to touch the side, then pulled it back. “It’s the most beautiful