A Date with Fortune
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Susan Crosby
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Chapter One
Michael Fortune walked into the 1950s-era diner, Estelle’s, thinking it was like everything else in Red Rock, Texas—quaint. Michael didn’t do quaint, which was probably the reason his cousin had chosen this place for lunch. To put Michael off his A game. The place was a living, breathing piece of nostalgia with its long Formica counter, red leatherette booths and chrome-legged tables and chairs.
He took a seat in an empty booth, and a few minutes later a fiftyish woman set a glass of water on the tabletop, next to his cell phone.
“Sorry to keep you waiting, honey. My name’s Estelle,” she said, sticking the eraser of her pencil against the back of his hand, stopping his fingers from drumming on the table. “I can see you’re the impatient type.”
“So my family tells me.”
“You’re new in town,” Estelle said. “Must be meeting someone.”
The town gossip, Michael decided. “My cousin Wyatt and his fiancée. I’m early, though.”
“Ahh. You’re a Fortune, then. They sure do grow ’em handsome in Atlanta.” She cocked a hip and settled her gaze on him. “Good men, your cousins. It was pretty big news around here when they packed up and settled down in Red Rock.”
Which was the very reason he’d come to Texas. Michael’s uncle James had begged him to intervene. “Talk some sense into that son of mine,” his uncle had said, frustrated at Wyatt’s—and his three other sons’—defection from the family business.
Estelle poised her pencil over her order pad. “You headed to New York City after you leave?”
“No. Why?”
“Suit. Tie. Shoes polished to a sheen. Not something anyone around here wears, not even to funerals. Ah, here’s your company.”
Wyatt and his fiancée, Sarah-Jane Early, greeted Estelle, then slid into the booth, never letting go of each other’s hands, barely breaking eye contact. What was it about Red Rock that caused so many Fortunes to become love-struck fools? Wyatt made the seventh to succumb in the past two years.
Michael didn’t get it. Romantic love was a myth, and marriage nothing more than a practical merger made in the interest of procreation—no matter how it seemed to start. He’d determined long ago that what people called love was really just lust, and that always faded. Respect was the key word. That sustained a relationship. Like his parents’ marriage.
“It’s nice to see you again,” Sarah-Jane said, her long, auburn ponytail swaying when she turned to look at him. Her brown eyes sparkled with friendliness, then went tender when she gazed back at Wyatt.
No one had ever looked at Michael like that. Usually he was the recipient of cool or calculating looks, or just as often, hostile. He didn’t hold the important position he did because he went with the flow but because he exulted in riding the more unpredictable rapids. As for personal relationships, casual and short-term didn’t result in loving or tender looks, either.
“You’ve already turned Texan,” Michael said, noting Wyatt’s jeans and cowboy boots.
“You should try it. Maybe loosen up that corporate stiffness from wearing suits and ties all the time.”
Michael took the kidding easily. “I don’t wear a suit on the golf course. Or jeans. Not allowed, you know. I understand congratulations are in order,” he said, changing the subject. “When’s the wedding?”
“In June,” Sarah-Jane answered.
“I wouldn’t mind eloping,” Wyatt said with a put-upon expression. “But she wants her wedding. Women.”
Eyes sparkling, she wriggled her nose at him, signaling a private joke between them.
Estelle moseyed over, plucked menus from behind the napkin dispenser and passed them out.
“What would you recommend?” Michael asked her.
She laughed at that. “Well, la-di-dah. I’m some kinda New York server, now. Isn’t that how they do that there?”
“I’m sure you’re right, but you own the place. Don’t you have particular favorites yourself?”
“Sure I do. Tell me, do you like hearty food that’ll stick with you ’til dinner or do you go for fruits and grains and mid-afternoon stomach pangs?”
“Fill me up. You choose with what. Surprise me.”
“Maybe there’s hope for you yet, Suit.”
Sarah-Jane laughed at the nickname, then ordered a Cobb salad.
“So I think I’ve got this figured out,” Estelle said to Michael after Wyatt ordered a hamburger. “You’re here to try and talk the Fortune boys into going home. You must be one brave man.”
Michael realized he’d made a tactical error in letting Wyatt schedule the meeting place. He should’ve taken care of the arrangements himself, maybe in San Antonio, away from the gossip-filled Red Rock.
Wyatt sat back casually. “Estelle’s right, isn’t she?” he asked after she’d left. “My father put you up to this little confab. Shane told me you already talked with him.”
Back in Atlanta, Michael had drawn a blank with Wyatt’s oldest brother, Shane, who was the COO of JMF Financials. He’d left the company but not the city. Although he was the only one of the sons who hadn’t moved to Red Rock, Shane was on the same quest as his brothers, to find the woman their father had involved in their business without their knowledge.
“I figure you’ll try Asher and Sawyer next,” Wyatt said. “Good luck with that. You won’t be changing anyone’s minds. You know, Mike, I appreciate your concern, but this really isn’t your business...or your call.” Wyatt toasted Michael with his glass of water. “I’m never going back. My place is with Sarah-Jane, and Sarah-Jane’s place is here in Red Rock.”
“How can you not go back? You’re a vice president. Your brothers hold top positions, too, and yet you all walked away. I don’t understand why you can’t ride this out.”
“Ride it out? Seriously? My father is giving away half his shares of the company. Giving them away. To some unknown woman for an unknown reason. And you’re siding with him over this?” Wyatt shook his head. “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. You sharks fish in the same waters. How can you—”
Sarah-Jane laid her hand on his, stopping him. Calming him.
Coming from a man Michael had known his entire life, the words stung. “It’s your family business,” Michael said quietly, respecting Sarah-Jane’s discomfort and not wanting things to heat up any further.
“But we’re not slaves to it,” Wyatt said, just as quietly.
“What will you do?”
He looked at Sarah-Jane for a moment. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. I’m working on some things. I just know that Red Rock is home now. My brothers and I have bought property here, a ranch. I don’t know what my role is yet. In the end, it may have nothing to do with the ranch.” He eyed Sarah-Jane again. “Once I got over my own shock of leaving the company, I realized it was for the best—for me, anyway. I might have been stuck there forever. I’m feeling a freedom I never have before. It feels good.”
Estelle set their lunch plates in front of them. “Cobb salad for Miss Sarah-Jane, hamburger for Wyatt and Estelle’s famous Reuben for the Suit. Enjoy.”
“I love you like a brother, Mike,” Wyatt said, picking up a French fry. “The six of you kids and the five of us spent our whole lives like one family, even with our fathers at odds. But you need to stay out of this, unless you want our relationship destroyed as well.”
Michael didn’t know what he could do to ease the tension, then just when he considered apologizing, Sarah-Jane beckoned someone with a frantic gesture, looking relieved at the interruption. “Felicity! Over here!”
Michael glanced toward the entrance. A woman with shoulder-length blond hair and soft blue eyes walked toward their booth. Her smile lit up the room. Not beautiful, Michael decided, but fresh-faced and, well, adorable. He was sure he’d never used that word to describe a woman before. Or even a kitten. Although she looked kittenish in her fluffy pink sweater and jeans that weren’t red, exactly, but a color he couldn’t put a name to.
“Sit down,” Sarah-Jane said, in a tone more like an order, desperation in her eyes. “Join us.”
The slender woman gave Sarah-Jane an amused and curious look, but sat without argument. She took up little space as she slid into the booth next to Michael, but their arms brushed, and he went still. His body felt supercharged, paralyzed. He’d known plenty of women, but he’d never had such a visceral reaction to one, and certainly not one this innocent-looking. What the hell was going on?
She finally made eye contact. Her smile faltered a moment, then, angling toward him, she put out her hand. “Hi. I—I’m Felicity Thomas. Sarah-Jane and I are roommates.”
“Michael Fortune.” This time he wasn’t surprised at the lightning he encountered in her touch, but he still couldn’t understand his reaction.
Her brows raised. “Fortune? You’re...”
“My first cousin,” Wyatt said.
“So, you’re Wendy’s brother? It’s hard to keep all you Fortunes straight. I adore Wendy. She was my first big client.”
“For what?”
“My truffles.”
“Truffles?” was all he could think to say.
“Wendy had just become the pastry chef at Red. Have you eaten there?” Felicity asked.
Michael nodded.
“She wanted to offer a dessert created with my products.”
“Truffles?” he repeated, the only word he’d really picked up clearly.
She cocked her head at him, and he wondered if he could be any more idiotic. What was wrong with him?
“Yes,” she said patiently, her smile never fading. “It turns out that they’re a big hit at the local hotels and spas, too. People seem to like them.”
“Not to mention a certain competition you just won in Dallas,” Sarah-Jane said. “Orders have boomed.”
Felicity nodded. “Which is why I’m going to have to make decisions soon.”
He shook himself. “About what?”
“About whether or not to grow my business. I’ve been stretching myself to the limit.”
He was fascinated. Entranced. Beguiled. “So, you’re a candy maker?”
“My official job title would be confectioner.”
She was a confection, all right, all spun sugar and sweetness. He usually preferred his women savory.
“I’ve been hogging the conversation, haven’t I?” she asked with an apologetic smile and a friendly touch on his arm.
Even through his suit jacket he felt the heat.
“How about you?” she asked. “Which Fortune captain of industry are you?”
He’d never seen eyes so blue or hair so shiny, and it took him a moment to realize she was expecting an answer. “I’m chief operating officer of FortuneSouth Enterprises in Atlanta. It’s a telecommunications company my father built.”
“That’s different from Wyatt’s. Or the one he used to work for anyway.”
Which remains to be seen, Michael thought. He wasn’t done with Wyatt yet. “Wyatt’s father and mine are brothers. Each built their own business. Until now, they’ve both been family-run.”
“We don’t really need to talk business, do we?” Sarah-Jane asked, her voice strained. “Felicity, would you like some of my salad? I can’t eat it all.”
“Or order what you’d like,” Michael said, gesturing to Estelle. Stay awhile. Talk to me some more.
“I’ve had lunch, thanks. I was making a delivery and saw you—um, Sarah-Jane and Wyatt—through the window. I need to get back to the shop. Thirteen days and counting, you know.”
“Until?”
She leaned toward him, her hair catching against his suit jacket, and whispered loudly, “The apocalypse.”
She smelled of chocolate and mint. He wanted to press his lips against her skin and taste it. “Pardon?” he said, clenching his fists.
She looked around stealthily. “Valentine’s Day. The total devastation of my painstakingly created candy supply.”
If Sarah-Jane sparkled, Felicity was an entire fireworks display.
“I’ll come with you and help,” Sarah-Jane said, hopping up and grabbing Felicity’s hand. “I’ve got about a half hour before I need to get back to work. You don’t mind, do you?” she asked Wyatt.
“I—”
But the women were already gone. Sarah-Jane hadn’t kissed Wyatt goodbye, which said a lot to Michael. “In a bit of a hurry to get her friend out of here, wasn’t she?”
“Stay away from Felicity,” Wyatt said, not holding back for a second. “She’s not like the sophisticated women you’re used to.”
Much like his father, Michael wasn’t used to hearing the word no. Telling him he couldn’t have Felicity was tantamount to waving a red flag in front of a bull. “Just like with you and Sarah-Jane, I believe.”
“Felicity is not fling material. If you want a date while you’re here, I’m sure there are plenty of women who would be thrilled to keep you company.”
“I won’t sleep with her.” He had no idea where those words came from. They’d just spilled out.
Wyatt laughed. “Right. Sure.”
“She’ll just be a pleasant distraction. I’m not staying long.”
“Not even if she begs,” Wyatt said, pointing a finger.
“Is that a possibility?”
“Let me offer you a few words of advice, because you’re new around here. If you break Felicity’s heart, everyone will hear about it. She’s the marrying kind, Mike. Even if the unthinkable happens and you fall for each other, you won’t leave Atlanta, and she won’t leave Red Rock. She’s small-town and likes it.”
“That’s not the point. I’m not talking marriage here.” Although, at age thirty-six, he should be starting to think about it. He just hadn’t met the right woman, the perfect corporate wife, like his mother—sedate, social and proper.
That didn’t mean he couldn’t act on his attraction to a woman who wasn’t marriage material. That was all he’d ever done. Except this woman was different. He needed to acknowledge that, if only to himself.
“Stay away from her, Mike,” Wyatt repeated more coldly. “If you break Felicity’s heart, Sarah-Jane will somehow hold me responsible. That wouldn’t be something I can fix. And it would leave a bad taste in people’s mouths about all of us Fortunes.”
“I already said I wouldn’t sleep with her.” But damned if he would let his cousin tell him what he could or couldn’t do.
He paid the bill, then they walked out together, saying a terse goodbye before going in opposite directions, tension lingering between them. Michael pulled his phone out of his pocket and called his uncle, not telling the older man how badly he’d screwed up, only that it would take more time than he’d expected. He’d started his campaign with Wyatt because he’d always been the most flexible. His brothers would be even more of a challenge.
“Don’t give up,” Uncle James said.
“Not my style.” Not in business. Not in life. His father had taught him that, too. “I’ll try Asher next.”
“Good. Keep in touch.”
“Will do.” Michael ended the call, then immediately placed another to his assistant in Atlanta, then he made his way back to his hotel to work out a game plan. He had two causes to fulfill, and right now, both seemed way out of reach.
* * *
“You can relax your death grip on my arm now,” Felicity muttered to Sarah-Jane as they made the short walk to the coffee house where Felicity rented space for her wares. “Maybe you should just use this half hour to go to the park, where you usually go for lunch. You need to calm down.”
Sarah-Jane let go. “Sorry.”
“Why did you pull me away? I was having a good time.”
“Too good.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I mean Cupid’s bow shot an arrow directly into your heart the minute you laid eyes on Michael Fortune. I saw it. Everyone saw it.”
That gave Felicity pause. “Totally your imagination.”
“I’ve never seen you flirt like that. You touched him, even leaned against him. That’s not you. Not that quickly.”
“It wasn’t as bad as all that...was it?”
Sarah-Jane gave her a look.
Felicity sighed. “When you told me about the five Fortune men lined up at the bar on New Year’s Eve and you said each one was handsomer than the next, I figured you were exaggerating. You were certainly right about four of them, and now the fifth has arrived. And he’s like Prince Charming out of central casting.”
“He’s a hard-hearted corporate raider. Wyatt’s told me all about him. He’s ruthless.”
“When it’s not business, though, but personal? Did you talk about that?”
Sarah-Jane frowned. “No.”
“He didn’t exactly flirt back, you know.” Felicity knew he’d been paying attention, but he hadn’t turned on the charm. In fact, he’d said precious little. She’d dominated the conversation, as usual talking too much when she was nervous. Her first sight of him had definitely made her nervous. Or something.
Felicity fretted about it as they went through the door of Break Time, the tea and coffee shop where she leased space for her candy business, True Confections. Within the shop itself, her station was small, but it was the prep area in the back she’d needed so badly, especially at big holidays. For her, Valentine’s Day started weeks before the actual day.
The holiday was close enough now that she’d brought in the big gun, her aunt Liz, who was her silent partner. Wearing a walking cast after breaking a bone in her foot, Liz sat behind the display case, her chin-length, curly red hair a beacon of comfort, confidence and lifetime affection. She looked up and smiled.
Sarah-Jane strode right past her and into the kitchen behind, muttering, “Your niece is in lust,” before disappearing through the swinging door.
“Again?” Liz asked, grinning.
Sarah-Jane peeked out of the door. “She wouldn’t be able to lead this one around by the collar.”
Liz’s brows arched high. “Do tell.”
“She’s exaggerating as usual.” Felicity grabbed an apron, a pretty aqua-colored fabric with True Confections imprinted in gold lettering on the ties, just like her signature boxes and ribbons. She washed her hands, keeping her back to her aunt. “I just met him. We spent all of two minutes together.”
“And sparks were flying so fast and furious I had to duck or get burned,” Sarah-Jane called out from the back room.
“Were there sparks from him, too?” Liz asked Felicity.
“I don’t know. I couldn’t tell.” She checked the inventory in the glass case, knowing full well her aunt would’ve already taken care of it.
“Is this different from any other time?” Liz asked softly.
Felicity didn’t answer, trying to decide. It was more physical than any other, she thought. She liked the way he looked and wanted to be close to him. She was drawn in by his dark hair and eyes, opposite of her own. And he looked like he worked out. In fact, she’d wanted to lean against his hard body. He seemed tall enough that she could fit comfortably under his chin. His arms would be strong and comforting...and arousing.
“Earth to Felicity,” Liz said, snapping her fingers in front of Felicity’s eyes.
She heaved a huge sigh. “This is all just crazy. He lives in Atlanta. He’s some big corporate guy with a ton of money and status. What would he see in a small-town girl like me? Plus, he won’t be around for long.”
And for some reason, that thought more than any other made her feel as though her bubble had burst, even though it had barely had time to form a transparent shell around her.
Sarah-Jane joined them behind the counter. She slid her arm around Felicity’s waist. “You are gorgeous and sweet and can date any man you want. Just not him, okay?”
“Need I remind you of my many failed relationships?” At twenty-four, she’d had her share of dates, but many of the men lost interest when they found out she was a virgin and wouldn’t put out on the third date. She’d been waiting a long time to find The One.
“You deserve to be courted,” Sarah-Jane said, “not managed like a business deal, and that’s how he would operate. Wyatt told me Michael has no soft center. That kind of man doesn’t have a romantic bone in his body.”
“Michael?” Liz asked.
“Fortune. Wyatt’s cousin.”
Liz shook her head, her curls bouncing. “Pretty soon we’re going to have to rename our town after that family. They’ve been swarming like locusts. How old is this Michael Fortune?”
“Thirty-six,” Sarah-Jane answered. “He’s the oldest of his and Wyatt’s siblings. Apparently he’s been bossing everyone around all his life.”
“Not necessarily a bad quality,” Liz said thoughtfully. “Alpha males make interesting companions.”
The bell over the front door jangled and in came CarolAnn the florist carrying a vase with a bouquet of red roses. She headed straight to the candy counter.
Felicity sighed. Wyatt was so romantic, frequently sending or bringing Sarah-Jane little gifts. She was a lucky girl. He always let her know how much she meant to him.
But CarolAnn set them on the counter, then winked at Felicity, not Sarah-Jane. “Someone’s been a very good girl. Or maybe not.” She grinned, then left.
Dazed, Felicity plucked the card from its holder, burying her face in the blooms as she did. The heady scent spiraled inside her.
It was a pleasure to meet you. Michael Fortune.
“Lemme see. Lemme see,” Sarah-Jane said, reaching for the card.
Felicity didn’t want to share it. While they weren’t romantic words, they were private. And thrilling to her.
The shop phone rang. Felicity grabbed it, needing to do something normal. “True Confections,” she said in her upbeat business voice.
“Are the flowers to your liking?”
Felicity’s heart registered one big thump, then didn’t let up. Her throat almost closed. “Very much so. Thank you.” She would’ve said more, like how beautiful they were and how fragrant, but she couldn’t say another word.
“Have dinner with me tonight,” he said.
She nodded, then, flustered, realized he couldn’t see her. “Okay.”
“I’ll pick you up at six at your apartment. I know where you live.”
“Jeans or dress?” she managed to ask, wanting to look right for the occasion.
“Dress.” Although he’d said only one word, his tone of voice turned it into a sentence. Wear something feminine, she heard. Sexy.
She ran a quick mental inventory of her closet. Yes, she had the perfect outfit.
“See you soon,” he said, ending the conversation before she even said goodbye.
“Stars in her eyes,” Sarah-Jane said. “Lost in space. Definitely Michael Fortune on the phone.”
“We’re having dinner tonight,” Felicity said, tucking the florist’s card into her pocket and her anticipation into her heart. Love at first sight. They’d just been words before, an unproven possibility.
“You’ll wear the red dress I gave you for Christmas,” Liz said. “And the silver high heels.”
“Yes.” Felicity looked at Sarah-Jane. “I helped you with a makeover when you were dating Wyatt.”
“My Swarovski evening bag would look perfect.” Sarah-Jane sighed.
“Cinderella going to the ball,” Felicity said, scared but smiling.
“Be home before midnight,” her roommate said, shaking a finger, then turning away. “I’m sorry there’s no time to help after all. Work calls.”
After she left, Liz hugged Felicity. “Even if it’s only for one night, sweetheart, enjoy it.”
“How could it be more than that anyway? Talk about the ultimate nothing-in-common, opposites-attract couple.”
“One never knows. Life is full of mysteries, and aren’t we glad of it.”
Felicity stepped away, smiling. “I need to try to remember not to talk so much.”
“You need to be yourself, and that’s all. He spent a few minutes with you and was smitten. That should tell you enough.”
“I think he’s a man who makes up his mind fast and goes after what he wants. And then walks away easily when he’s done,” she added, trying to prepare herself for the inevitable.
“What matters most, Felicity, is how you feel. That’s the only thing you can control. Not his feelings, only yours. Don’t have regrets.”
A huge bright light flashed in Felicity’s head. Liz was right. Of course she was right.
Felicity would just be herself. Enjoy herself.
And maybe she’d be the one this time to say, “It’s been fun, but I don’t see this going any further.”
Except somehow she couldn’t imagine that happening.
