Harlequin Superromance January 2014 - Bundle 1 of 2: Everywhere She Goes\A Promise for the Baby\That Summer at the Shore (57 page)

BOOK: Harlequin Superromance January 2014 - Bundle 1 of 2: Everywhere She Goes\A Promise for the Baby\That Summer at the Shore
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No cosmetics.

No jewelry or accessories.

No special attempt to look attractive or appealing.

Yet something in the scene tugged at Zack's gut. It didn't make sense. Jamie was the opposite of the women who inhabited his world. True, he'd been living like a monk, too buried in work for socializing, but still....

“Are you going to buy strawberries, or keep examining me for weak points?” she said suddenly, startling him.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“The sound of tires on gravel is a decent alarm system.” Jamie raised her eyebrows. “If you're here to complain some more, go ahead and give it your best shot.”

“I...I want to apologize. I shouldn't have called the sheriff. And you were correct—this is your land. The surveyors' report came this morning.”

“Wow. That must have hurt.” She rose from the low-slung chair in a graceful twist.

Zack grimaced. She couldn't know how much it hurt, or how hard it was to follow Kim's advice to be nice. “As I said, I'm very sorry. I was under the impression your grandfather sold me everything, including this beachfront acre.”

Her blue eyes grew stormy. “Are you saying he cheated you?”

“I'm only...” Zack stopped. It was galling; even if George Jenkins had cheated, it meant
he
was the chump. Zack couldn't afford that kind of reputation in corporate circles. “No, not at all, but I
would
like to acquire this section. Name a price.”

“It isn't for sale.”

“Are you planning to build?” he asked.

“Heavens, no. Granddad would haunt me.”

That was reassuring. All he had to worry about was a summer fruit stand—except summer was his busiest season. In the next few months the resort was solidly booked with reservations from high-profile guests, as well as old friends and clientele who knew him as a manager in other locations. Most were coming because of their acquaintance with him, and they'd
keep
coming if Mar Vista met or exceeded their expectations. And while it was possible that Jamie's hideous trailer wouldn't sabotage the resort, it wouldn't be good for it, either.

“I'll pay you a fair amount,” he said. “Extremely fair.”

“It isn't a question of price.” Her gaze was clear and seemed free of guile. Yet it made no sense that she didn't care how much she could get. A woman who eked out a living peddling fruits and vegetables had to be short on money.

“If you aren't going to develop the site, why not take the cash?”

“To be sure no one
else
builds on it. It isn't you personally. No one gets this land. It's Conroe soil and it stays in the family.”

The scent of strawberries wafted into Zack's consciousness. His stomach grumbled, a reminder that he'd skipped both breakfast and lunch. Jamie grinned at the noise and held a bowl of fruit in his direction. “Have some. My treat.”

“I'm fine.”

“It's a free sample of what your restaurant is serving for dessert tonight,” she said. “You do know that we're in business together, don't you?”

“I saw the invoice.”

Her lips twitched. “Did you fire your chef for crossing enemy lines?”

“No. Gordon is in charge of his kitchen. I'm lucky to have him.”

Jamie jiggled her bowl to tempt him, and the glistening red berries made his mouth water. It was also a reminder that if he'd eaten something instead of gulping numerous cups of coffee, he might be doing a better job of handling this situation.

“So, top chefs do rule their territory,” she mused.

“That's one way of putting it.” Zack thought of Gordon's contract. It gave him broader authority than anyone else employed at Mar Vista, even Rick Lopez. The competition was fierce for a chef with Gordon Chen's standing. Zack probably couldn't have gotten him if he and his wife hadn't wanted to raise their children in a rural setting like Warrington, California.

“Poor Mr. Denning. There's a fiefdom in his kingdom that he can't command.” Jamie ate a berry with unabashed pleasure, then licked a bead of ruby juice from her finger.

Zack hung on to his resolve and concentrated.

“Come on,” she urged. “Declare defeat and eat a few.”

“I don't need anything.” His voice came out stiffer than he'd intended. “I want to discuss...”

His words were interrupted by the crunch of truck wheels on gravel. The pickup parked and the passengers ambled across to look at the spinach. Another car pulled in behind them.

“Excuse me,” Jamie said. “You comprehend the importance of customers, don't you? People who buy what you
want
to sell. Catch my drift?”

Yeah, he got it. She refused to part with her land. But surely there was something he could offer...perhaps pay for renovations to make her produce stand more acceptable, though moving her was his top choice. His guests would still see the signs as they approached the resort, but he could have new ones painted that were rustic and charming, rather than garish.

“Loganberries?” queried one of the newcomers as she lifted a basket and sniffed. “I've never heard of them.”

“They're yummy,” Jamie told her. “Kind of a cross between a raspberry and a boysenberry. Delicious in jam, pies, whatever.”

“We're staying at the state park,” the woman said, wrinkling her nose. “No camper. Roughing it, or I'd bake a pie.”

Jamie smiled, a wide, unaffected smile that transformed her ordinarily pretty face into something truly striking. “That reminds me of the summer my mom made jam using a camp stove. She swore she'd never do it again. Tell you what—if you have a covered pot, you can make berries and dumplings.”

“Really?” the woman said, plainly intrigued. “We have sugar and I brought biscuit mix for pancakes.”

“That's all you need. Cook it the same as you'd cook chicken and dumplings, only sweetened, and drop the dough into the simmering berries.”

“Yum. I'm going to try that.” She selected three pints, and told her husband they should come again before their vacation was over.

Zack had planned to wait for Jamie's customers to leave so they could finish their discussion, but he couldn't be sure of getting her full attention with the constant disruptions. It was amazing that people drove this far from town and the main highway to buy fruits and vegetables. The view was a plus, of course, and her produce was first-rate.

“Thank you for speaking with me, Ms. Conroe,” he murmured. “I'll contact you when it's more convenient.”

“Whatever.”

Just then a young woman squealed and hugged her. “Jamie Conroe. I heard you were here.”

“Kristie, you look
fantastic.
How are you?”

“Great. You know what? I married Greg Norton, the way I predicted. He finally noticed me the last year of college. And I made him pay for taking so long.... He chased me for weeks before I'd go out with him. I loved it.”

The two women chatted as Zack strode to his car. He definitely had to find a strategic location for their next encounter—on his turf, rather than hers. He'd learned long ago that the person who controlled the environment had the advantage in a negotiation.

* * *

J
AMIE
DREW
A
breath of relief after Zack's departure. The customers were arriving fast and furious—it was strange how they came in waves.

Although Granddad's stand had always been popular, the volume of shoppers had amazed her until she'd realized the locals knew about the land dispute. Some were showing their support; others were curious. On top of that, she got plenty of tourist traffic. It was a bonus week. She sold out every afternoon except for bits and pieces.

It
was
a demanding schedule. She had to meet growers before five in the morning, assemble the load for Gordon and count boxes as they were packed into the Denning Enterprises truck at five-thirty. Despite his pickiness, Gordon wasn't difficult to deal with, and jabbing Zack Denning was a perk. She just wasn't sure the extra profit was worth it.

Zack's apology had come as a surprise, and Jamie suspected his lawyer was responsible. Not that he'd genuinely sounded sorry; it was more like he thought Granddad had swindled him. If there was one thing she knew for certain, her grandfather had played fair. She had no idea how the mix-up had occurred, but she wouldn't let anyone malign one of the best men she'd ever known.

Swallowing, Jamie tried to recapture the peace she'd felt earlier. Why let Zack Denning spoil things?

Yet deep down, Jamie knew part of her trouble stemmed from guilt—she hadn't been here when Granddad was putting his affairs in order. She should have come, but her marital problems had kept her away. She'd been trying to hold things together, and was embarrassed to be with her family and admit what was happening. It was Tim's attempts to keep her from visiting Granddad during his final illness that had tipped the scale. She'd stood up to him and walked out.

Perhaps it was okay that she couldn't easily relax after a confrontation—she didn't want to forget how to defend herself.

Footsteps broke the quiet and she saw Brad Denning.

“Gordon tells me the strawberries are tasty,” he called. His limp was more pronounced than the day they'd met, and the creases on his forehead were deeply drawn...from pain, she guessed. He must have pushed himself to get this far.

She grabbed the dish of fruit samples and offered it to him. “I hope you aren't as pigheaded as your brother. He wouldn't even eat a small one, though his stomach was growling louder than an angry grizzly bear.”

Brad chose a juicy berry and popped it in his mouth. “I can be pigheaded, but not over food. I don't know any jarheads dumb enough to turn down a tasty meal.”

“Jarheads?” Jamie asked.

Pride flared in his eyes. “It's a nickname for a marine.”

“Oh, I remember now. Have a seat.”

Sinking into the other chair, he sighed. “This is the farthest I've gone in a long time. But it's great to get outside for exercise instead of on a therapist's treadmill. I...uh, I've had to do some rehab recently.”

“I'll give you a lift back if you don't mind waiting. It's on my route to the bank.”

“My ego says no. My common sense says thanks.”

Jamie had the feeling that Brad would prefer accepting a ride from her, rather than his brother.

“This is the perfect spot to take a break. Have more berries.”

Brad took the bowl and ate several strawberries, then gestured at her empty displays. “Don't you keep stock for late customers?”

“Nope, unless I have a reservation for something. That's why I'm still here. An old friend of Granddad's is coming for the four flats I've got stored in the trailer. Otherwise, as I put on my sign, first come, first served. I order the amount I think I can sell and usually get to close early.”

“You sound experienced.”

“As a kid I spent every August with Granddad, so my policies and attitudes come from him. He also had thorough records on the daily turnover.”

“That must make it easier.”

He seemed drowsy and his left hand scratched his shoulder before settling onto his lap.

Jamie's sensation of peace returned. She liked Brad Denning. It was bizarre that he was the brother of such an arrogant jerk, but siblings
could
be very different. Her own brother didn't look like her, and they certainly didn't have much in common.

As Brad slept, her brain chewed on designs for her next jewelry project. She'd taken a silver-casting class in college for fun. Tim used to be snide regarding her efforts, so it was an ironic triumph that selling the expensive clothes he'd insisted she wear during their marriage provided the money she'd needed for tools and supplies. Hopefully, marketing her jewelry would be a real supplement to her fruit-stand earnings.

Jamie stiffened, despite the comforting warmth of the sun. Tim had been nauseatingly smug in court, claiming she wouldn't be able to live without him. Fat chance, just like the split lip he'd given her when she told him she was leaving for good. She restrained a giggle as she recalled the contempt in the expression of the judge, who'd privately congratulated her on getting rid of a pompous jackass.

Her last customer, Mrs. Kruger, came and Jamie loaded the four flats she'd bought into her car.

“Thank you, Jamie.” The elderly woman gave her a check in payment. “The jam tastes different made with berries from the Little Blue Fruit Stand. I suppose that sounds silly.”

“It isn't silly. Granddad used to say this place had a blessing on it.”

“I believe it.” Mrs. Kruger glanced at Brad. He was awake and blinking sleepily at the ocean. “Are you all right, dear? I understood you've had trouble with your neighbor.”

“No worries—we've straightened it out,” Jamie said. “It was a miscommunication over the property lines.”

“I'm so glad. And you've gotten divorced? What a shame.”

“Some marriages aren't meant to be.”

“Gabe and me, we've had fifty-two happy years.” Mrs. Kruger's attention kept moving in Brad's direction. “Do you think you'll ever get married again?”

“I don't know, Mrs. Kruger. Right now I'm focusing on my business,” Jamie answered patiently. The motherly types who remembered her from childhood were interested in her romantic plans, though some of the younger wives were also inquisitive, but for entirely different reasons. Jamie had already learned a sour truth—a youthful divorcée was considered dangerous by some women, although her genuine friends weren't worried.

Mrs. Kruger's curiosity was transparent as she squinted at Brad Denning. “Is he a friend?”

“He's from the resort. He just stopped to sample the berries.” Jamie didn't want to say that Brad had needed to rest.

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