The Tycoon And I. Kandy Shepherd

day together. It touched something deep inside Kate and had her frowning at the thought of never spending another carefree day with her daughter.

      “Put it down.”

      Kate jumped at the boom of Lucas’s voice. Her fingers tightened around the porcelain figurine to keep from dropping it. With the knick-knack safely returned to the dust-covered end table, she faced Lucas. “You know you’re going to have to learn to trust me or this will never work.”

      His expression transformed into one of contrition. “Sorry. I... Oh, never mind.”

      She noticed a deep sadness in his eyes and wondered what had put it there. But she knew it was none of her business. He probably didn’t want to talk about his past any more than she did.

      “The good news is from what I’ve seen of the downstairs, there’s no damage. The rooms need a thorough cleaning and a fresh coat of paint. How attached are you to the furniture?” She tried to sound impartial just in case he actually liked the pieces.

      “It can go as far as I’m concerned. Does this mean you’ve accepted the job?”

      Oh, she was certainly tempted. “This place is so big. You know you could clear away the furniture and dance in here.”

      “It’s been done before.”

      “Really?”

      He nodded. “My great-grandmother started the tradition of throwing grand parties here at the house. She considered it her duty to entertain clients of Carrington Gems. She’d think up some of the grandest parties. It didn’t matter the occasion as long as she could get together the city’s movers and shakers to flaunt Carrington’s latest creations.”

      Already Kate could imagine the big-band music, the beautiful dresses and glitzy jewelry. “Oh, how I’d have loved to attend. It must have been something.”

      “Great-gran was a crafty one. She knew these women were quite wealthy and hated to be outdone by anyone. So my great-grandfather ended up employing the finest craftsmen to design something unique for each of them.”

      “Those must have been some grand parties.”

      “They were. In fact, there should be pictures of them around somewhere.” He paused as though trying to remember what had happened to them. “Then again, I think they might have been packed away in the attic. Elaina, my ex, didn’t like to have antiques and memorabilia around. She called it clutter.”

      Without thinking, Kate blurted out, “Did Elaina by chance redecorate the house?”

      Pain showed in his eyes. “I thought it’d make her happy. She made a mess of the house and...” He pressed his lips together as though realizing he’d said too much. In a blink, the glimpse into this man and his closely guarded feelings was once again hidden behind a wall. “About my offer—are you willing to take me up on it?”

      Looking around the place, she was filled with ideas. “How would you feel about making a deal?”

      “I thought that’s what I’m trying to do. Name your price.”

      “It isn’t your money that interests me.” She worried her bottom lip. Should she do this? She had to be crazy, but what did she have to lose?

      “What sort of deal do you have in mind?”

      “When the work is all said and done, I’d like to borrow your house for an evening.” The words poured out of her mouth like a breached dam, but at least they were now out there. “We could hold the fund-raiser here. In honor of your great-grandmother, we could have a 1920s flapper party—”

      “What?” He reared back as though slapped.

      “Think about it. You could show off your new line of jewelry.”

      “Impossible. I don’t want people parading through my house like it’s some sort of museum. You’ll have to find another way to advertise your interior design work.”

      Her hands pressed to her hips. “That’s what you think? That I’m planning to line potential clients down the block to have a look-see at your house? Well, you don’t have to worry—the thought never crossed my mind.”

      She had more to say about him misjudging her, but she bit back her tongue. She couldn’t forget how much was riding on her making a successful deal.

      He eyed her up as though trying to make up his mind. “Maybe I jumped to the wrong conclusion. But the days of parties being thrown here are over. We’ll find you another venue.”

      “Not one with so much allure or history. We could double or triple the ticket price for people to come to the Carrington mansion.” Lucas shook his head, but she couldn’t stop. The ideas were coming hard and fast. Her hands waved around as she talked. “Think about it. This could provide publicity for Carrington Gems, too.”

      She didn’t see why they couldn’t both benefit from this production, but she could tell he wasn’t quite sold. Now how would she nudge him into agreement? She didn’t have a clue, but there had to be a way.

      “Do you really think people are going to line up to come here?” He glanced around at the dirty surroundings.

      “I know it needs a little TLC, but this place will draw in lots of curious folks.”

      “I don’t think so.”

      Her insides quivered as she stepped up to him. “Please. I’ll beg if I have to.”

       CHAPTER EIGHT

      A BALL OF SYMPATHY churned in Lucas’s gut. He knew all too well the private hell a parent went through when they felt as if they’d lost control of their child’s well-being. But Kate was asking him to open up his home—a piece of himself—to public scrutiny. His life was already disrupted enough by that magazine article. He didn’t need people he didn’t even know coming in here and whispering behind his back.

      He needed time to think. But not here. Not now. He turned on his heels.

      “Wait!”

      His steps faltered, but he didn’t turn back. He couldn’t. It would be utter torture to witness the desperation written all over her delicate features. Or the disappointment when he denied her what she so badly wanted.

      “I’m not finished.” Her voice cracked with emotion. “At least hear me out.”

      He didn’t know what else she had on her mind, but he at least owed her the decency of hearing her out. He stopped in the foyer and turned. The desperation on her face ate at his resolve.

      “I’m sorry.” She caught up to him. “I don’t mean to pester you. I just... I need to do everything to help my daughter.”

      Lucas shifted his weight from one foot to the other. This wasn’t his problem, no matter how bad he felt for her and the awful situation she was facing. He couldn’t let himself get sucked back into the miserable murkiness of helplessness. Yet turning his back on Kate clearly wasn’t an option either.

      When the silence dragged on, Kate spoke up. “Do you like my idea about planning a party like your grandmother might have done? You know, displaying the new line of jewelry?”

      He actually liked her suggestion a lot. “I’d need to find someone to wear the jewelry.”

      “I’m sure you must have some beautiful models on hand. Any woman would die to wear Carrington Gems.”

      “But this will have to be done right. The clothes and hair will all have to be choreographed to give the gems the best display possible.”

      “You make it sound very planned out.”

      “It will be. Trust me. Only the best for Carrington.”

      The smile dipped from her face and she suddenly