Billionaires Don't Like Nice Girls (A BWWM Romance) (26 page)

“I’m sure you do. But you can’t know what all of this means to me and I can’t explain it in ten easy lessons. I can’t show it to you either. You’d have to find it out for yourself. Besides, we have more problems than this one. You could be taking that job in Phoenix and I’m not leaving Zeke’s Bend, Kent. This is my home, and I love it. We should cut our losses and part as friends.”

Kent knew she was right about the Phoenix part, though he didn’t want to admit it. He’d have to make a decision about the future of his company soon.

“If you won’t help me learn how to be Captain Nice Guy,” he said, “then I guess I’ll have to teach myself.”

“You won’t listen to reason, will you? Well, whatever. You do love a good spectacle, if this past week and a half is anything to judge by. But don’t expect me to change my mind about us.”

“Come on, Phae. You can’t fool me. A part of you loved everything today. And if we hadn’t been interrupted by your cousins, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation. We’d still be in bed, which is where we should have been all along.”

She gave an un-ladylike snort. “I won’t fight with you. You do what you’re going to do and I’ll do what I’m going to do. One word of advice, though. If you’re serious about helping people, then you’d better learn how to get around without making so much noise. I don’t want to feel guilty because you wound up getting chewed on by a dog or shot by an overzealous homeowner.”

He desperately wanted to say, “That’s exactly what I worry about happening to you,” but he kept his big mouth shut for once. Instead, he said, “Thanks for the vote of confidence. And I have a word of advice for you, also. This is the second time you’ve refused my truce offers. If you thought it’s been bad so far, wait until Monday. My advice is that you shouldn’t refuse my third offer. I’m not giving up.”

Phae smiled. “Fine, then may the best woman win.”

“That’s ‘man,’” Kent called out to her as she jogged away. “May the best
man
win!”

She responded with the same little wave she’d used at the park on Independence Day. He watched her lope away, her long legs stretching gracefully. Even in baggy pants, she had the best pair of legs he’d ever seen.

He vowed that he would make her come around. She was softening toward him, though he couldn’t say precisely how he knew that. Perhaps it was that she sensed he truly was sorry for over-reacting the other day, and he truly did want to know why she had to be a secret do-gooder ninja.

He turned for home, thinking of Phae in the moonlight.

Chapter 23

PHAE TOSSED THE BAG OF warm food onto her kitchen table then pulled out her cell. She found Miss Eugenia’s number.

“He’d better be there,” she said, tapping her foot, ticked that Kent hadn’t returned her last calls or texts.

She found it hard to believe that only a few days before, she’d been softening toward him. Kind of. A little. The jerk.

The phone rang five excruciating times before it was answered. “Hello? Miss Eugenia?” Phae asked. “Yes, this is Phae Jones … uh-huh … uh-huh … yes, you too. Listen, Miss Eugenia, … no, wait … look, I just need to talk to …”

Phae stifled a sigh as she listened to the old woman rattle on and on. “Please, ma’am. I’d like to speak to Kent … please … Yes, I know he’s trying hard, but this matter is between him and me and … uh-huh … uh-huh … Trust me, Kent is not going to waste away from hunger … really … no, he’ll be fine.”

She gritted her teeth. “Look, I’m sorry to interrupt you, but I need to speak to Kent … Yes, right now … I’m sorry this has been hard on you … uh-huh … arthritis, so sorry … I can only imagine how painful, but Miss Eugenia … yes, ma’am … I really want to talk to Kent—now!”

She tapped her nails on the table as she waited for Kent to come on the line. She glanced at her watch. Almost six. Kent answered the phone, finally.

“It’s me. Phae.”

“So I heard,” Kent said.

“What’s with ducking my calls and texts?”

“Been busy. Sorry.”

“I’m aware you’ve been busy. That’s what I’m calling about. If you don’t get over to my apartment in five minutes, I’m going to come hunt you down.”

“Hell, darlin’ you know you only had to ask.”

“Enough. Five minutes.”

She ended the call, refusing to acknowledge that the infuriating man had been laughing.

“Stupid man,” she muttered as she stalked to the spare bedroom and climbed onto the elliptical machine. “He has his nerve!”

Her legs pumped furiously as she tried to relieve the tension that had built up over the course of another trying day. When Kent had warned her last week that his efforts to win her were only going to get worse, he hadn’t been making an empty threat.

Her legs began to burn and she welcomed it. She increased her speed.

One way or another, she had to make the man stop. She couldn’t take any more of his antics now that he’d gone too far.

She worked out at breakneck speed until she heard a jaunty knock, which only upped her blood pressure. She snatched up a towel and headed to the front.

She yanked the door open. “Get in here,” she told a grinning, casual Kent.

He strolled into the room, carrying a paper sack under his arm.

“You’d better listen up,” she said as she closed the door. “We’re going to have a talk about your behavior and then—”

“Wait. You haven’t seen what I brought.” Kent reached into the bag and pulled out a bottle of wine and a knife and fork. “See? I came prepared. Where’s the chow?”

“I did not invite you for dinner and you know it. And who brings their own silverware? Stop acting like—”

“Oh, it’s in the kitchen, of course. I can’t wait.” And off to the kitchen he went.

Phae rushed behind him. “We aren’t eating together. We’re doing nothing but discussing your behavior.”

Kent shrugged and pulled out two wineglass, more silverware and two plates from his bag. He ignored Phae as he set the table.

“You can’t do this, Kent. You can’t steamroll over me. I won’t have it.”

“Do you have any napkins? I forgot to bring any.” He opened a few cabinets. “Never mind. I found some.”

He finished setting the table then opened the bag Phae had dumped there earlier. “Hey! What’s this?” He pulled out a white cardboard box. “This isn’t homemade. This came from a restaurant. What’s the deal? She knew she was supposed to make it from scratch.”

“Great Aunt Charmaine has better things to do than fix my meals. Like for instance, she can sit around in her rocking chair being freaking elderly, for God’s sake!”

“Hey, she volunteered,” Kent said. “Oh well. I guess it’ll have to do. I think we’re ready to eat.”

Phae watched in disgust as Kent pulled the cork out of the wine bottle with one easy twist. He filled their glasses and held one out to her.

She shook her head. “Absolutely not.”

“Suit yourself. But this is a great wine.” He began to scoop food onto both plates.

He took a bite of lasagna. “Not bad, considering where it came from. Sit down. Eat.”

“Nope. Not in the mood.” Phae pulled open the freezer door. She gestured to the foil-wrapped containers stacked in wobbly piles. “See? It’s all filled up. Nothing but lasagna. I’ve got it coming out of my ears thanks to you.”

“You should have eaten it all. That’s why I had it sent to you.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that. But lasagna for lunch and lasagna for supper isn’t exactly a balanced diet. Would you knock it off already?”

He took a huge bite of garlic bread and chewed with a thoughtful expression. “I don’t know, Phae. For some reason, I don’t feel like knocking it off. Besides, lasagna is my favorite. You know that. That’s why I send it to you—so you’ll think of me when you’re tasting something good.”

She hated her body for the tingle his last words sent zooming through her lower half. She slammed the freezer door then slumped into the other chair. “It’s impossible to have a rational conversation with you.”

“I can’t help it if I’m excited you’ve finally invited me back over to your house.”

“See? That’s what I’m talking about. I didn’t invite you. I ordered you.”

“Semantics. Besides, I’m a good guy. Surely all of my goodwill ambassadors have proven that.”

She leaned forward, palms flat on the table on either side of her plate. “You’ve got to stop this. I can’t take it anymore. All day people come into the shop, interrupting my business, spouting your praises to high heaven, and it’s all nonsense, stuff you’ve obviously had them memorize.”

“I did not. I simply asked if they wouldn’t mind telling you what they thought about me. And that’s what they’ve done, expressed their honest opinions.”

“Yeah, sure they have. And all of these women you’ve hired to cook for me have done it out of the goodness of their hearts.”

“It’s true. Folks around here like me. I’m kind of flattered by it. The only people I’ve had to pay are those extortionist teenage cousins of yours who handle the picketing and concession stand. And the florist, of course. And the candy shop. Did you get those pecan turtles, by the way? They’re delicious.”

“Just eat up, laughing boy. And you’d better listen, too, because I’m having my say and you’re not going to stop me.”

He shrugged and reached for his glass. “Speak on, fair lady.”

“Listen, the flowers, the picketing, the concerts, the food, the testimonials, blah blah blah, it’s going to send me over the edge.”

“You’re right, about part of that. I was thinking it over and obviously, you’re not a flowers and candy kind of woman. My bad. I’m on it, though. Don’t worry.”

He threw her off her tirade for a moment with his admission, but only for a moment. “Good,” she said. “That’s something anyway. But the bigger issue is this latest stunt. It’s got to come to a halt. Immediately. I won’t have you making a laughingstock out of Captain Nice Guy.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me. I know you’ve been out at night deliberately trying to ruin my reputation, well, the captain’s reputation.”

He dropped his fork on his plate, eyes flashing. “I have not! I’ve been trying to be the captain as best I can. If I’m not very good at it, you’ve only got yourself to blame.”

“Not very good at it? Come on. In the last two days you’ve been sighted at least a dozen times. And those are only the ones that people have been talking about in the shop. I can’t even guess how many others have seen you but aren’t telling anyone about it.”

“I admitted I’m not very good at this sneaky, do-gooder ninja thing yet. And I’m pretty sure all the dogs in town are out to get me. Honestly. I tried that dog treat trick of yours, but only that one little dog, can’t remember her name … Fluffy? Feisty? Only she’ll let me get near her.”

Phae rubbed her temples with her palms. “I don’t know what to believe. Some of the stories I’ve heard—”

“What did you hear? Did you hear about the lady who nearly knocked me silly with her broom before I could tell her who I was? She was a lot stronger than she looked.”

“I heard. And I heard about you losing a chunk of your pants to the Webster’s dalmatian and about how your ladder smashed a hole in Mrs. Humphrey’s French doors.”

Kent held out a hand. “I want you to know that I went back later that night and left a big pile of cash in her mailbox so she could have those doors fixed.”

“I know that, too. But that doesn’t mean you can keep doing this. I mean, you can’t count on every man with a shotgun being able to control himself when you hold up your hands and yell, ‘Don’t shoot! It’s me—Captain Nice Guy!’ Unbelievable. At least five people have nearly had heart attacks because of your antics.”

Kent sighed. “I know. It’s dangerous out there.”

She could hear what he wasn’t saying. “I agree, but only for you, not for me. In all the years I’ve been doing this, I’ve never been closely sighted by anyone except you. And you saw how fast I got away from you. Look, Kent, you seem to be sincere when you say you’re not screwing up on purpose.”

“Good, because I am sincere, and I’m not doing it on purpose to make a fool out of you … or the captain … whichever.”

“Okay, but you’ve got to stop right now, before you or somebody else gets hurt. I’m not joking around. It’s a serious situation.”

He leaned back in his chair, slowly sipped at his wine. “Maybe I should buy myself a bullet-proof vest.”

“And dog-proof pants?”

“Do they make those?”

“I was kidding.”

“Too bad.” He set his glass on the table. “Tell me something. Do I look like I’m in good physical shape?”

Phae rolled her eyes. “Oh come on.”

“Seriously. I look physically fit, right?”

“You know you do. That’s why you wear those tight shirts, to show off your muscles and … whatever.”

He grinned. “Nice to know you’re looking. But I do try. I’m not compulsive about working out, but I try to stay in shape. So I don’t get it. I’m fit and I usually get along well with animals. I’ve read my fair share of spy books and seen a lot of movies with ninjas and so on. All that, and I can’t pull off being Captain Nice Guy. It’s inexplicable.”

Phae couldn’t help herself; she laughed. “You thought it’d be a walk in the park, didn’t you?”

“Kind of. Maybe. I definitely didn’t think it would be this hard.”

“Don’t feel bad. You need practice, not books and movies. I didn’t step foot into anyone’s yard until I’d spent months out in the woods alone, practicing how to move soundlessly. My defense lessons helped me learn self-control and discipline. In my workouts, I focus on core strength.”

“Trust me, I’m well aware of how fit you are.” Kent gave her a sizzling look.

“Yeah, so, do we agree that you should stop trying to imitate me?”

“No. Even though I’m not good at it yet, I like it.”

“Then go practice in the woods and stay out of people’s yards.”

He shrugged. “You may be right. I was thinking that already. Also, I’ve been thinking that just because I’m no good at sneaking around yet, that doesn’t mean I couldn’t help you plan your capers.”