“And I only have to sell my soul to obtain all of that?” she asked.
Lucas’s eyes raked over her, then landed on her mouth. “It’s not your soul I’m after.”
Despite Paisley’s best attempt at trying to ignore his suggestive remark, a shiver crept through her. Her entire body tingled and her common sense and her hormones were waging their own battle and she knew—she just knew—which would come out on top.
“We’re not the same people we once were,” she reminded him. “We’re not even close.”
“We could be closer.”
He smirked and reached for her, but she skirted around him.
“Would you stop with the charm and one-liners that you think will get me to drop my panties?”
“You wear panties? I recall a time you didn’t.”
Paisley gritted her teeth and reminded herself violence was not the answer. Regaining control of this conversation was the only way to show him she was not so vulnerable that she’d marry him. She didn’t need someone to ride to her rescue, damn it. She just needed someone to find out the truth about her father and, unfortunately, Lucas was the best in the field.
Paisley headed toward the front of her store. Standing amid stunning wedding gowns while staring down a tempting proposal was not helping her sanity. And she was tempted...but that was just the memories reminding her how perfect they’d been together at one time. No matter what happened between them, their chemistry could never be denied or forgotten.
She’d tried to forget. Life would have been so much easier if she could’ve erased the feel of his touch, the comfort of falling asleep in his arms.
“I’m not marrying you,” she stated, hoping one of these times he’d believe her...and she’d convince herself not to fall for his charm. “If Sterling is my father, I won’t need your money. Sterling will want to take care of what’s his and I deserve for him to give back after what he did to my mother. I just need to stay on my feet now that everything’s been pulled away.”
Paisley moved to the entrance and arranged the blush-pink throw pillows on the white sofa. They were perfect, but she needed to do something that didn’t involve looking or touching Lucas.
“You’d rather take that bastard’s money than let me help?”
If she didn’t know better, she’d say he sounded almost hurt. Paisley steeled herself against any emotions. That was not what this was about and they’d gotten too far off track.
“All I need from you is to find the truth,” she reiterated, spinning back around after beating her pillows. “Do you want to take the case or not?”
Lucas rocked back on his heels and shoved his hands in his pockets as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Must be nice to not worry about the possibility of losing your business or potentially finding out your father was a murderer. Not to mention trying to mourn the loss of your mother. There was only so much heartache a person could take without breaking, and Paisley refused to break in front of Lucas.
“Do you really think Sterling will recognize you as one of his own and just welcome you into the fold?”
Well...yeah. She did, but what if he didn’t? What if he didn’t care? He already had plenty of children and it wasn’t like he needed her for anything. Paisley was just...irrelevant.
“Regardless of how he reacts, I want the truth.” Paisley turned and crossed to the front door. She flicked the closed sign to Open and tugged on the antique doorknob. “I’m not for sale, so unless you’re here to plan a wedding to someone else, we’re done.”
The antique etching on the knob dug into her palm, but she kept her grip tight. Her nerves were shot and she hated how Lucas thought he could manipulate her into some absurd binding commitment.
She stared straight ahead at the wall of mannequins, each draped with an elegant gown. She would not let him win this round. If she had to work to find the truth herself, so be it.
His feet scuffed across the hardwood floor as he drew closer. Lucas stopped just beside her and leaned in. That warm breath of his washed over her collarbone, her neck, sending shivers up her arms she couldn’t afford to relish.
“When you come to your senses, you know where to find me.”
She closed her eyes as he walked by, and attempted to hold her breath so she didn’t have to inhale that sexy scent of his. But, even after he was gone, his presence lingered. A powerful man like Lucas knew how to make an impact without saying a word.
But she’d gone to him initially, so she had no one to blame but herself for awakening the beast.
Still, taking the risk had been necessary because there was no one to tell her the truth and Paisley deserved to know who her father was. It wasn’t like she could just march into the jail and demand Sterling tell her what he knew...if he even knew anything to begin with.
Lucas was the best P.I. He would and she believed could find the truth so the benefit of the outcome would far outweigh the pain of marrying the only man she’d ever loved and lost.
Blowing out a sigh, Paisley moved through her bridal boutique and headed for her white antique desk toward the back. She often did consultations here, but today she needed to check her emails and make sure her incoming orders were on time. Timing was everything in this business with jittery brides and deadlines.
Paisley took a seat at her desk and pulled up her messages on her laptop. The most recent one stopped her heart.
No. This could not be happening.
She read through the email once again, praying she’d read it wrong. Her hands shook as she tried to clasp them in her lap. Tears burned her eyes, and her breath caught in her throat.
The thirty-five-thousand-dollar gown she’d ordered for a bride was now no longer needed. The wedding had been called off and the mother of the bride was refusing to pay the remainder of the fee she’d agreed to pay. She was sure Paisley would understand and could return the gown.
Sure, in theory that sounded great, but in the real world a gown with that price tag couldn’t be returned like a pair of shoes.
Paisley didn’t know if she wanted to just sit there and cry or throw a tantrum. Her eyes darted to the minibar she kept for brides and their guests. Mimosas for morning guests and rosé for the afternoon and evening crowd. Paisley had never indulged while at work, but today was proving to be worthy of a good buzz.
Once she got home, she’d open the bottle of Reisling she’d been saving for a special occasion; after all, she’d given up on something special actually happening.
Slouching back in her seat, Paisley wondered how she’d ever recover from not only the Sterling debacle, but now the major setback with the gown that she would be stuck with. A gown that cost more than her car. A blow like this could absolutely destroy her business and her livelihood.
Dread curled low in her belly. There was a temporary answer to her problems. She just didn’t want to admit it even to herself.
But at this point, she didn’t have much of a choice. She was going to have to marry Lucas Ford.
Sterling Perry sank on the edge of his cot and rested his elbows on his knees. This was no way for a man of his standing to live. He was Sterling Perry, damn it. When he spoke, people snapped to attention and obeyed his every command.
Whoever the hell had framed him would regret the day they ever crossed him. This was no accident. Someone outside these prison walls knew the truth and they’d yet to come forward. He wasn’t a damn murderer.
But here he sat, still in this blasted cell, all because he’d