The Corporate Raider's Revenge / Tycoon's Valentine Vendetta. Yvonne Lindsay

business end while coordinating all the funeral arrangements. Small wonder that her father valued Preston’s abilities and friendship. She was grateful that her father had Preston as his executive assistant. Now, Preston took on another heavy load, dealing with a grieving daughter.

      Laney had always suspected her father would have liked to see something happen romantically between the two of them. But though she’d been on several dinner dates with him, nothing had developed in that regard.

      “I wish I’d been there to hold his hand during his last moments.” Laney shook her head, grief eating at her thinking about her father dying alone.

      He’d had an awful day she’d been told, his calendar full of meetings that afternoon. Many believed something or someone had upset him enough to cause his heart to fail. He’d never even made it to the hospital.

      Sorrow and wrenching pain filled her with despair. She hadn’t gone to work that day, or the days before. Since coming home from Maui, she’d worked diligently beside her father and for the very first time, she’d really gotten a deep sense of the difficulties facing the corporation. Her father hadn’t taken the problems well, suspecting there was more than met the eye to these sudden, unexpected setbacks. Seeing the undue stress on her father’s face made her dig her heels in, promising him that they’d get to the bottom of the costly hotel mishaps that also had hurt the outstanding Royal reputation.

      Laney worked day and night for three solid weeks and had begun to really get into a good stride—until she fainted at work from fatigue. She’d refused medical attention, thinking the long hours and her lack of appetite had contributed to her fainting spell. She’d gone home to rest that day. She thought she would feel better with some rest, but the weakness and fatigue continued. Her father insisted she not come into work until she felt stronger. Three days later, Nolan Royal had gone into cardiac arrest while sitting at his desk and died instantly.

      Preston squeezed her shoulders gently. “He always knew you loved him, Elena. Never fear that. He was very proud of you.”

      “Was he?” Laney wasn’t always so sure. She glanced at his grave and dried her tears with a tissue. “I hope so.”

      “You know what he’d want right now?”

      She shook her head, sadness usurping her thoughts too much to make sense of anything.

      “He’d want you to fight for the company. He’d want you to bring The Royals back.”

      Laney sighed with deep regret. She owed her father that much. She’d put aside her own needs to honor the vow she’d made to him. “I want that now, too, Preston. But I don’t know if I can manage it all by myself.”

      He smiled and kissed her cheek. “You won’t have to. You have me.”

      Laney put down the phone slowly, her head aching, her body stiff with tension. She stared at the paperwork on her late father’s desk—which had become her desk now—in the corporate headquarters building adjacent to The Royal Beverly Hills. Sitting in his oversize tufted leather swivel chair, she felt small, diminutive. Her father had been a large man, six feet tall and built like a linebacker. Space was something he valued. His chair, his desk, his office, his dreams were all on a grand scale.

      She massaged her forehead and stretched her neck, making head circles to work out the kinks. “A computer glitch in San Diego,” she muttered, closing her eyes. The entire reservation system had bleeped off for half a day, causing The Royals undue losses in potential revenue at the height of the summer season. “What next?” she whispered, tossing her head back against the comfort of the cushioned chair.

      When Preston walked into her office, she felt a little better. His dedication had been a godsend these past few weeks. And true to his word at her father’s graveside, he’d been right by her side, assisting her in every way he possibly could.

      “Is it quitting time?” she asked.

      Preston smiled, glancing at his watch, playing along. The day had just barely started. Sunshine streamed into the penthouse office suite bringing morning warmth that hinted at a very hot, humid July day to come. “It could be—you’re the boss.”

      She allowed herself one last moment of relaxation, then leaned forward in the chair, bracing her arms on the desk. “If only,” she said, not exactly in jest. She’d been stressed lately and extremely tired, but it was all part of the grieving process, she’d been told. “I’ve got meetings throughout the day, I could use your input.”

      Dressed in a light suit coat that fit his form perfectly and made his blue eyes stand out, Preston was the epitome of competence and efficiency. “I heard about the computer glitch in San Diego. I think I need to check it out personally today. I’d planned on being back tomorrow evening.”

      Inwardly, Laney cringed. Whenever Preston was out of the office, she constantly second-guessed herself. Having him here to bounce ideas and solutions off, gave her the confidence she needed. Though she worked for Royal before, during and after college, she’d never really taken on a significant role. Suddenly, she was thrust into the driver’s seat. “If you think it’s necessary.”

      “I do. We need to find out what caused the problem and make sure it doesn’t happen again. It’s just two days, but if you’d rather I didn’t go—”

      “No, no. You should go. I’ll hold down the fort.”

      Preston nodded. “Okay, but have dinner with me tomorrow night. You look like you could use a break.”

      Dinner? She hesitated. He’d been rather obvious about his desire to date her a few years ago and she didn’t want to encourage anything again. The last thing she needed now was to complicate her life at the moment. “I’m not eating much these days, Preston.”

      He cast her a warm, encouraging smile. “Your father wouldn’t want you to be alone so much. Besides, I should make you eat something. You gave us all a scare when you fainted that day.”

      “I won’t faint again.”

      “Darn right. Because we’re going to have a nice peaceful meal tomorrow night and I’ll fill you in on my findings from my trip.”

      “Okay,” she agreed, finally. She was being foolish. Preston was only looking out for her welfare and they did have to spend time together after hours some of the time until Laney felt more confident about her position here. “Call me when you get back tomorrow.”

      “I will,” he said, satisfied. “I’m off now. You know how to reach me if you need anything.”

      Laney watched him leave, closing the door behind him. When her cell phone rang, she glanced at the number and immediately answered. “Julia, thank God. Your timing is perfect. I need my best friend right now.”

      “Oh, Laney, I think I sensed it. We haven’t spoken much this week. How’re you doing? Still not eating?”

      “I can’t. My stomach’s not right. It’s from all the stress I’m sure. And believe me, you can cut the tension with a knife around here. The employees aren’t thrilled at having me take up where my father left off. Most of them think they know more than me. And guess what, they just might.”

      Julia chuckled, the same girlish laugh she remembered when they went to private school together. “No, they don’t. They’re just used to taking orders from your father. Don’t let them push you around.”

      “Many of them were working here when I’d come around selling candy bars for school fund-raisers. It’s hard to gain their respect. But I am my father’s daughter. I’ll prove to them I know what I’m doing. It’s just going to take a little while.” Laney hoped so, anyway. She’d gotten a degree in business and had a good background, but she’d been thrust at the helm so suddenly, while still reeling from a broken engagement and her father’s death. Yet, she was the go-to person. The buck stopped with her. “I’m managing, Julia.”

      “I know you are. Your father would be proud.”

      Laney