Rebel (46 page)

Rubi parked along the street in front of the Renegades set location for the day—a steel scrapyard in an industrial area of the city. She spotted the Renegades trailer alongside a warehouse where film crews, cameras, and lights had been set up. She also spotted Wes’s truck parked several cars up from hers.

Rubi pulled off her sunglasses and pressed a hand to the tight ache in her chest. She could do this. If he rejected her, he rejected her. She’d know it wasn’t meant to be. But she had to try.

She picked up the present in the passenger’s seat and stood from her car, smoothing her skirt—one of Wes’s favorites. On a deep breath, she started up the sidewalk. A few wolf whistles sounded from the industrial buildings near the site still in use, but she ignored them. She glanced at Wes’s truck as she passed, not sure what she was looking for, but found no real changes. No panties hanging from the rearview. A good sign, right?

Crossing her arms, Rubi continued toward the action and scoured the site, but found no sign of Wes. She heard laughter from the Renegades trailer before she was within a hundred feet. The sound hit her with a bittersweet sensation. She’d missed the guys. Missed the flurry of energy and activity that hovered in and around the trailer like a beehive. But most of all, she missed Wes. Missed his laugh. Missed his humor. Missed his love.

“I can do this.”

She took the stairs and opened the door. Before she’d stepped in, everyone went silent. Their shocked gazes held on her for an extra second, then darted to each other with concern.

“Gee, good to see you too, guys.”

Troy pushed out of the sofa and took one giant step, crossing the trailer. He pulled her off her feet in a bear hug. “Where the fuck you been, Russo? Just ’cause Lawson’s a prick doesn’t mean you can’t come see the rest of us.”

“Troy,” she said, voice strained, “you’re cutting off my air.”

“Wuss,” he said, setting her down.

Someone’s phone rang, and Jax, somewhere behind Troy, said, “Yeah? Be right there.” He stood. “Ready on set.”

Troy ruffled Rubi’s hair like an annoying brother. She swatted at his hands. “Hey.”

“That’s for staying gone so long.” He kissed her head on the way out the door. “Don’t do it again.”

Duke gave her a high five on the way out. Keaton followed with “Don’t be a stranger. We like you more than Lawson.”

Jax stopped in front of her, his eyes narrowed in concern. “You okay?”

“Yeah.”
No.
They all obviously knew her relationship with Wes was over. He obviously wasn’t keeping it a secret. Evidently no second thoughts. Which pissed her off when that was all she’d had since she left his parents’ house. “Is Wes around?”

“Uh…no.” He cast a slow glance over his shoulder at Rachel. “Did he say when he’d be back?”

She pressed her lips together and shook her head.

“No problem.” Rubi waved away the obvious tension. “I’ll catch him later.”

Jax nodded, offered a strained smile, then passed. On his way out the door, he turned back. “Lexi and I are home tonight. Come over for dinner?”

“You bet.”

He smiled before turning away and closing the door behind him.

Rubi closed her eyes and exhaled. Opening her eyes on Rachel, she said, “What the fuck just happened?”

Rachel scrambled from behind her desk, crossed the trailer, and peeked out the blinds. Then turned a furious gaze on Rubi. “Wes just left for lunch with some chick.”

That news stunned her silent. And dumb.

“What…chick?” she finally managed.

“I don’t know. None of the guys knew her. Courtney Marshall?”

Rubi shook her head, her stomach sinking. “I don’t know who that is. Was it, like…a date?”

“I don’t know. But I eavesdropped through the window because he wouldn’t talk to her in here. They’re going to Casey’s for lunch. You know, Casey’s Irish Pub on South Grand.”

“Yeah,” she said, dazed, “I know it.”

“Did you guys really break up?”

Her gaze returned to Rachel’s. Her big brown eyes were worried, soft with compassion. “I…don’t even know if we were really ever together.”

Rachel grabbed Rubi’s arms and shook her. “What’s wrong with you?”

“What do you mean?”

“All your spunk is gone. This isn’t the Rubi I know. This isn’t the Rubi Wes loves.”

“We both know you can do anything you put that wicked mind of yours to.”

His words to her at the airport hit her. “Yeah. You’re right.” She turned and opened the door. “I’ve got to go.”

Wes sucked down the second half of his beer as they waited for their lunch order. One he wasn’t going to be able to eat given the roiling state of his gut. His knee bounced beneath the table. He glanced around before he set his gaze back on Courtney’s. She was so calm. So cool. Almost predatory.

“So,” he said, “this can be completely confidential, right?”

“Completely,” she assured him.

Wes cleared his throat. Licked his lips. “What kind of money are we talking about?”

For the third time since they sat down, Courtney tried to pull the contract from her briefcase.

“No.” Wes put out a hand to stop her. “I don’t want to see it. I’ve hired someone to look it over. I just want to talk.”

“Okay,” she said on an exhale as if her patience was waning. “I don’t have anything definite yet, but I have three different companies interested. I’d be working this contract as an agent, since none of Russo Industries are equipped to manufacture the rig. You would get fifty percent of the licensing payment and two percent royalties on the retail cost of the rig for every sale.”

“Uh-huh.” He wished he had more time. Wished he could take the money from this deal to do what he really wanted to do—buy that house for Rubi. But he didn’t. This was all he could think of in the short amount of time he had left to work with. “Numbers?”

“It’s really premature to be—”

“Ballpark me.”

Another irritated clamp of her lips. Another heavy exhale. “You can’t hold me to any of these numbers. Things change—”

“I understand.”

“Ballpark thirty million for the license and about a hundred dollars for every sale. With the market for the rig, we estimate your take to be two to three million for the first five years.”

Wes felt like he’d missed the airbag from a sixty-foot fall. He didn’t want to look like an idiot, so he lowered his gaze to the table and scraped both hands through his hair, forcing himself to breathe.

“Look,” Courtney said, sitting forward. “Like I said, it’s just a guesstimate. I generally err on the low side because I’d rather you be pleasantly surprised when I get more than expected. Because this invention is so unique and so high tech, Dolph may be willing to raise the royalty to three percent, but…” Courtney shook her head. “With that nonnegotiable stipulation you’ve made on selling his house to Rubi, his flexibility might be iffy.”

Whatever. He waved his fingers. “Okay, let me have it. I’ll have someone look it over and get back to you tomorrow.”

A little grin curved her mouth. One he didn’t like.

He looked down at the slab of paper she set on the table between them. Christ, it had to be half an inch thick. When he glanced up again, movement at the door drew his gaze. Rubi pulled one of the glass doors open.

His first response was visceral—his gut flipped on itself and twisted. His heart added a few beats to the rhythm. Then reality hit. He flashed hot. Then cold. His mind spinning what-the-fucks upside down and sideways.

“Shit.” He pulled the contract into his lap.

Courtney glanced over her shoulder, then back at Wes. “I’ve never met her. She won’t know me.”

No, she’d just see him with another woman. Or she’d talked to her father and already knew what he had planned and was here to crush his balls.

But then she stopped halfway in the door and turned around. But she didn’t leave. She just stood there with her back to the door, arms crossed. Turned again, shook her hair back, and opened the door.

“What is she doing?” Courtney started, trailing off when Rubi scoured the restaurant and her gaze landed on them. “All right, I’ll run with however you want to play this.”

Wes cut a look at the woman across the table. “This is not a fucking game.”

In his peripheral vision, Rubi swayed into view and stopped at the table. But Wes would have known she was there even if he hadn’t seen her walk in. He smelled her. The scent brought memories spilling back. And he had to clench his teeth to keep himself from going boneless and dropping his head on the table in defeat.

She would hate him when he found out what he’d planned.

“Who are you?” Rubi asked.

Courtney slowly tore her gaze from Wes’s and looked up at Rubi. She held out her hand. “Courtney-”

“Marshall. I know your name.” When she kept her arms crossed, Courtney lowered her hand. “That’s not what I want to know. I want to know who you are to Wes.”

Courtney just as slowly turned her gaze back to him. “I think I’ll let Wes field that.”

“I asked you.”

Against his will, Wes’s eyes fell closed in dread. At the same time, he gained the slightest sliver of sugary-sweet pleasure hearing her voice, smelling her scent, just having her near. This was why he’d come up with this stupid idea in the first place. He needed her back.

“Well,” Courtney said, “contrary to what you might believe, Ms. Russo, you don’t always get what you want.”

Holy. Fuck. Wes opened his eyes and shot a curt “Courtney,” at the woman.

Rubi chuckled, the sound knowing and placating. “You may not always get what you want,” she said, “But Wes knows I can get anything I set my wicked mind on. And I’m here to tell you that my mind is set on him.”

Wes cast a confused sidelong glance up at Rubi and instantly wished he hadn’t. It just made him want her. Miss her. And it made him realize her eyes were red from crying.

“Rubi-” he started.

“You were not invited into this conversation,” she said, her voice curt but her gaze filled with pain. “You will be in just a minute.”

He bit the inside of his cheek against a smile. A fierce shot of love streamed down his chest, so hot he felt the searing trail. Darting a glance around, he found every gaze in the restaurant on them.

“I’m just giving you a heads-up, Courtney,” Rubi said. “He loves me. And even if he didn’t, you’re not his type. I am. Whatever you think you have with him won’t last.”

Courtney grinned, the light of entertainment in her eyes. She leaned back and swung her arm over the back of the chair. “Is that so?”

“Yeah, it is. And you could never be me, so don’t even try.” Rubi crossed her arms and in that sexy, arrogant stance she used to create a cover of bravado, she stared down at Courtney. “And I love him, too. He’s mine. So. Back. Off.”

“I love him.”

The words ricocheted around his head like an echo. Burned through his chest. Wes leaned back and covered his face with both hands. He wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. What he wouldn’t give to rewind time. He would have stayed with her to finish talking about living together, hammered out her fears, reassured her that he wouldn’t just up and leave.

“Are you sure about that?” Courtney asked, eyes narrowed.

Rubi turned her gaze on Wes. “Dead sure.”

Her gaze traveled over his face, his chest…and froze. Her eyes narrowed. Fire erupted in Wes’s gut, and he leaned forward. Too late. Rubi grabbed the contract from his lap.

Wes tried to take it back, but she expertly snatched it away again, stepping back as her gaze traveled over the front page and silence filled the space.

“Well,” Courtney said, “I guess this meeting’s over. Call me, Wes.”

She started to stand. Rubi stepped in front of her as she turned to the second page. Then pressed a hand to Courtney’s shoulder without taking her gaze off the written words and pushed her back into her seat. “Oh no. This isn’t even close to over.”

“Rubi.” Wes stood. “We can talk about this alone.”

“Why?” She darted a look at Wes, matter-of-fact, open. “Isn’t she the one making the offer for my father? Have you had anyone look this over?”

“Not yet. I hired-”

“No need to pay anyone when there is no one more versed in my father’s contracts than me.” She waved Wes toward his seat. “Sit. Let’s just get this out of the way now.”