Clearing out the office, he let the entryway hang wide and walked straightforwardly past gathering into Lucian’s office.“Mr. Cleric, you can’t go in there,” the secretary called.“This is my fucking company,” he snapped and jumped into Lucian’s office.“I’ll call you back.” He hung up the phone. Lucian raised a forehead, and held up for an clarification. He was alone, but clearly in the center of something.“The Gerard bargain required my signature.”Lucian closed his tablet. “No, it required a accomplice and an beneath signer.I marked and Slade dealt with the rest.”“You know, it would be pleasant if my nearness wasn’t totally disregarded around here. Slade said you’re dropping the ball on Chrysler & Ro.”He cocked his head. “Slade’s not considering clearly.” “He says the same around you.”“Do yourself a favor, Sawyer, and don’t include yourself in issues that aren’t yours.”He knew at that point that anything was going on with his child completely had to do with Lucian.“Fine. But
Prologue“If the only mark I leave upon this earth is the indelible caress of my whispered name within the downbeats of your heart, I will be satisfied.”Fiona SummervilleOnly Dark Around the EdgesTHERE IS a moment in every woman’s life, be her a queen or a pawn, when she is taken so off guard the game is forever changed. Isadora Patras should have been shockproof by now, but as the pieces fell, exposing her once again to the excruciating agony of loss, her hard earned fortitude slipped and she surrendered. Game over.Her lungs constricted around each draw of perfumed air as she pivoted away from her brother, Lucian. Dizzy, she flinched, each onlooker’s stare stabbing through her thin veneer of composure. Too many strangers.“Isadora?”She couldn’t whisper a single excuse to Lucian as she turned. She needed to escape. Keeping her head down she rushed toward the doorway, against the current of bodies approaching.Her life flashed painfully through her mind with kaleidoscope glimpses
“Perhaps the freedom of flying in the boundless sky is but a lonesome fall through nothingness.”~Emily PatrasTHIRTEEN YEARS Earlier“Where were you?” Isadora called from the foot of the grand staircase, stilling her younger brother’s fleeting steps. She held onto resolute hope to get to the bottom of his recent rebellion.Shirttail askew, Lucian turned with a penetrating scowl that, had she not been anticipating his defiance, would have taken her a step back. “You’re not my keeper, Isadora.”Her heart stammered in her chest, his words cutting to the shabby roots running beneath their family tree like corroded veins. Tangled and rotted, an abandoned place since their mother had passed away eight years ago.Daunting men had always overshadowed the little authority Isadora assumed, and her younger brother’s independence was rapidly dwarfing hers. But she was still his guardian, and as such, it was her sole duty to protect him—even from himself.“Don’t walk away from me, Lucian.”“Then
“From the nest they must fall.”~Isadora PatrasIN THE WEEKS leading up to Lucian’s departure, Isadora savored any moment her brother graced their home with his presence, though such instances were few and far between. She chose her battles carefully. No longer waiting up in the kitchen at night, but rather, worrying from her bed and only resting once the shuffle of his footsteps echoed through the house, announcing he’d returned home safe and sound.Soon enough he’d be on his own and she didn’t want to be an enemy he left behind. But she loved him and that meant worrying about him and suffering silently.He was changing and that was changing her, too. It had always been the three of them and every day that passed he amputated more of his part of the puzzle from their whole.Dominant men, like her father, could not be told what to do. Lucian was no different and she sympathized with any woman who dared to love him in the future. The impenetrable armor he’d donned since becoming an adu
Pretending to be affronted, Shamus scoffed. “Well … maybe I’ll transfer. Luche is stealing all the attention and the last thing he needs is a bigger ego.”That penetrated her sister’s false indifference. “Don’t you dare!”Shamus laughed and nudged her shoulder. “I’d never.” He gave her a playful wink. “You know what today feels like?”Toni hung on his every word. “What?”“Ice cream. How about we take a ride into the city? You and Isa put on fancy clothes and we’ll make dinner reservations at your dad’s hotel, but we’ll only order off the dessert menu.”The pinch surrounding Isadora’s heart eased as Toni’s eyes cleared, her cheeks stretching into a wide grin. “What about supper?”Shamus lovingly knocked a knuckle against her upturned chin. “Some situations call for special exceptions. What do you say we go break the rules of good social conduct?”“Isa, can we?” Toni bounced with enthusiastic impatience.“Why don’t you and Shamus go? Have fun. I think I’m going to rest.” “You’re never a
He was familiar with Lucian’s other friend. Sawyer’s son Slade was one third of the boys’ trifecta, though Shamus was a year behind the other two.“What are you doing sitting in the dark?” He took another step inside the dim office.“I was just … thinking.” And drinking.The end of the workweek showed in his opened collar. A day’s worth of creases wrinkled his Brooks Brothers suit. He was roughly a decade and a half younger than her father, who had delayed having children as long as possible.Though Sawyer was several years older than her, Bishop men wore time well, making it hard to discern their exact age. Sawyer’s years were well hidden behind laugh lines and eyes so clear she could discern they were of the brightest blue—pretty eyes, the sort that shimmered. The sort she liked.He possessed a swarthy complexion and distinguished elegance that never went out of style, and his son, Slade, had inherited the same sort of devastatingly handsome presence, but disguised it behind youthfu
Holding up his hands in mock surrender, he laughed. “I didn’t realize you were hiding a little feminist inside. My apologies if I offended you.”“Oh, she’s not little. She just appears that way next to so many large men.” She reached for the bottle only to lift it and find it empty.“Too many sons inheriting their fathers’ arrogance, I suppose.”She considered his words, thought of his son, then realized her huge oversight. “Slade left today.” Feeling like a thoughtless heel, she sat up. “Oh, Sawyer, I’m sorry. Here I am going on and on about my life when you sent your son off—”He cut her apology short with a wave of his hand. “We men like our sons, but eighteen years with them is enough. I wished him luck, gave him some sage advice about condoms and cafeteria food, and he was as glad to be rid of me as I of him.”She laughed. “I suppose it’s different for…” “Mothers?”“Women,” she amended.His gaze met hers and something shifted in the air. Perhaps it was the intimate knowledge of t
“Life is a swift tumble through the clouds, too fast to spend time searching for regrets or chasing wrongs.”~Lucian Patras“SORRY ABOUT THAT,” Isadora apologized, stepping further into the room.Sawyer’s focus shifted, a troubled look flashing in his eyes. His jacket now draped over the chair he’d occupied earlier, but he looked as if he were thinking of putting it back on. Maybe he was mentally collecting his belongings before he made another excuse to leave. She didn’t want him to go—mostly because she didn’t want to be alone.“Toni’s in bed,” she informed, not sure why that information concerned him.“Did they have a nice time?”“Yes. Jamie’s wonderful with her. He took her to Patras.”He nodded, but made no further comment.Unsure what to make of the shift in energy, she collected her glass from the bar to buy time, but something was definitely different, and she didn’t understand why.“Is something wrong, Sawyer?”His gaze followed her as she came to sit on the empty side of the
Clearing out the office, he let the entryway hang wide and walked straightforwardly past gathering into Lucian’s office.“Mr. Cleric, you can’t go in there,” the secretary called.“This is my fucking company,” he snapped and jumped into Lucian’s office.“I’ll call you back.” He hung up the phone. Lucian raised a forehead, and held up for an clarification. He was alone, but clearly in the center of something.“The Gerard bargain required my signature.”Lucian closed his tablet. “No, it required a accomplice and an beneath signer.I marked and Slade dealt with the rest.”“You know, it would be pleasant if my nearness wasn’t totally disregarded around here. Slade said you’re dropping the ball on Chrysler & Ro.”He cocked his head. “Slade’s not considering clearly.” “He says the same around you.”“Do yourself a favor, Sawyer, and don’t include yourself in issues that aren’t yours.”He knew at that point that anything was going on with his child completely had to do with Lucian.“Fine. But
His child looked at him through red-rimmed eyes, his throat working to swallow back words that Sawyer wished he would share. “No,” he grated. “I adored what she brought out in my friend.”Sawyer analyzed those enigmatic words for days, never completely understanding the pain of his child. Was the lady that great for Lucian in Slade’s eyes? That didn’t make sense when Isadora accepted they were ineffectively suited. Doubtlessly she knew her brother superior than his child. Maybe Slade truly had adored Monique, but was as well embarrassed to concede the truth. In any case of the cause, his son’s distress was a discernable throb he couldn’t soothe.Nothing was the same after that day. The passing of Monique cleared out Slade so stricken with despondency each other relationship endured. Lucian was moreover influenced, but covered up his individual sentiments well.Isadora moreover detected the awkwardness in the boys. Whereas Lucian was moving on—or more precisely bursting forward—Slade’s
AS THE A long time CARRIED ON, his child ceased stressing when Sawyer was going to get back out there and Isadora’s family gave up bothering her almost finding a future husband—though her father made comments on the uncommon events he called. Life was great and time moved speedier than usual.Lucian had at last drawn up the printed material to purchase out Christos’s parcel of Leningrad and Sawyer was restlessly anticipating the welcome to combine the company with Patras Businesses. The moment era was taking over, which implied he might at last drag back at work and permit Slade to take the wheel, in spite of the fact that it was less demanding said than done.As he pored over the contract in bed one night, seeing firsthand fair how having Lucian included would dominate much of their family’s commitments, he sighed.“Problem?” Isadora asked.He had to tread carefully. Isadora had gotten to be a commonplace portion of her brother’s issues and positioned one of his most faithful represe
Slade slid his glass forward as the barkeep drawn closer. When they were alone once more, he inquired, “Don’t you need to be happy?”“I am happy.”“Dad, you haven’t been with anybody in years.”Shifting the consideration off himself, he inquired, “What around you? You haven’t brought domestic a young lady since tall school.”“My needs are met.”Sawyer chuckled. “I get that, but what around a family? Don’t you need children someday?”“No.”Startled by his son’s prompt dismissal of the plausibility, Sawyer scowled. “Since when?”“Since continuously. I might get hitched one day, but there won’t be kids in my future.”“How can you say that?” “Because I’m a realist.”Jarred by his declaration, he took a minute to handle the thought that the Minister title might kick the bucket with them. For a part moment he wished he seem donate Isadora a child, but that would never work. It appeared like the idealize arrangement, but it wasn’t—just more egotistical considering on his part.He’d be about
SAWYER POURED coffee into two mugs and passed one to Isadora. Her grin was modest as she looked up at him, supporting the ceramic container in one hand and holding the cover from the lounge chair to her chest with the other. He found it difficult to accept she was back in his life after endless days of desolate hell.“This is great. I missed your coffee.”He smiled and tasted from his mug, uncertain if they ought to talk about what fair happened. Other themes bounced through his head but they all appeared as well casual. When he woke up this morning, he never anticipated the day to conclusion like this, with her possessing his space again.Now that the edge was off, his intellect assaulted him with more unanswered questions. He required to know what brought around so numerous changes in her, if her encounters were positive or negative.“I should—”“Why did you break up with that man?”Appearing startled by his address, she set her mug on the conclusion table. “I told you why.”“There
She appeared to think she held all the cards. He looked down the front of her body. All right, she held most of them. But that didn’t cruel she was the as it were individual with conditions.“What approximately discretion?”“Does it matter at this point?”“Yes. There’s your position with the company and I need this merger with your brother. Until that happens everybody has to be on their best behavior.”“The merger or the buyout of Leningrad?”“Both. To begin with, Lucian will purchase your father out and at that point we’ll combine if all goes appropriately. A parcel of time and cash went into this deal—your brother’s and mine. I don’t need to jeopardize that at this point.”The buyout would be inside the another year, but the merger might take much longer. Did he truly have the vitality to go back to where they were?Lucian still had to get his company off the ground. Sawyer had no question, like everything else Lucian touched, this company would be a victory. But his family’s stake
AT SIX O’CLOCK SAWYER WAS Stuck TO his front window observing the edge of his carport. Did she still drive a Volvo? He held up anxiously, his intellect in an all-out speculating amusement of how their evening would go.A lively, ice-blue Mercedes turned onto his property. The smooth and sumptuous convertible suited her and he grinned. She looked great in costly things. She looked great in anything.She looked great in nothing…He met her out front and got the entryway. “You got a unused car.”“It’s really one of my dad’s. Mine’s getting modern tires. I still have the Volvo.”His brows lifted. That Volvo was nearly fifteen a long time old.She taken after him into the house and he pondered if he ought to have requested supper ahead of time. His head was up his ass today.“I figured I’d hold up to arrange in case you needed something special.”She put her handbag on the lobby table and looked around. “You painted.”“A whereas ago.”“Who picked this color? It’s an orange, right?”He cont
SAWYER Might Scarcely Decode a single word on the resumes in front of him. All evening he’d been diverted by her scent. At lunch he’d been devoured with interest approximately what she’d been approximately to say. He hadn’t tasted a single nibble of his food.The assembly was anticipated to be long, but at the minute he didn’t deliver a damn approximately the future of Lucian’s company. He as it were cared around the four a long time he’d missed.Who had she been with? What had she done? Did she think of him as regularly as he thought around her? He needed to kick everybody out and fuck her right on the conference table—erase any memory she might have of somebody else.She looked extraordinary. Her hair was shorter and her eyes a bit wiser.He’d overlooked how excellent she really was.The minute he saw her in the lobby, his whole framework took a hit. A long time of telling himself he’d done the right thing flushed down the deplete after one see of her. He was a fucking moron for let
Her fingers floated over the calfskin blotting surface on her work area. “This office is dazzling, Lucian. Not fair mine, but the whole building.”“Wait until it’s finished.”“You do realize most HR chiefs are put in celebrated capacity closets.”He giggled. “That’s not how we do things here. You’ll see. Did Seth appear you around?”“Yes. He’s exceptionally helpful.”“Until we get you an partner, feel free to utilize him for anything you require. He’ll offer assistance you get acclimated.”“I’m getting an assistant?”“Of course. What kind of shit appear do you think we’re running here?”It was dreamlike. For the to begin with time in her thirty a long time of life, she really felt like an grown-up. “Thank you, Lucian—for everything.”He was calm for a beat. “This will be great for you, Isa. I like the thought of us working together.”“Me too.”“Okay, I gotta run. I’ll see you in a few hours. Congrats on your unused job.”“My to begin with job,” she redressed with a grin as she hung up