Read Secrets Of The Heart (Book 1, The Heart Series) Online
Authors: Laurie LeClair
Gil paused, obviously collecting his thoughts. ”You came storming back into town when you found out this property was on the auction block.”
“I’m entitled to it.”
His lawyer held up his hands palm side out. “Whoa, now! There’s no denying the Marshalls owned this place long before the Wainwrights did.”
“You mean
stole
, don’t you?”
“Old man Wainwright and your father were partners. All right, even twenty years later there are still some gray areas about how Wainwright got his mitts on the place after your father died, but…”
Devon balled his hands into fists. “Say it! But no one gives a damn because my father was married to another woman when he got my mother pregnant with me and supposedly embezzled a hundred thousand dollars from his partnership with Wainwright.”
He received a curt nod. “Then there’s your relationship with his daughter.”
“Jewel? How…how did anyone find out about us?”
Did they know it all? The forbidden affair?
He blocked the rest of that thought, unwilling to delve too deep.
“Put you two in the same room together back then and people were bound to suspect something. You gave away more with just one look than most couples do in years. They figured it out.”
“Gossiped about is more like it,” Devon muttered under his breath. “Even if they did know, what does that have to do with my buying back what’s rightfully mine?”
“She stills lives in town.”
His heart lurched in his chest. He’d speculated, but never really imagined it. As nonchalantly as he could, he asked, “How’s she doing?”
“Fine, considering.”
The paper crinkled in protest as he tightened his grip on the envelope. “What’s that supposed to mean? Is she all right? Is she seeing someone—” He cut himself off, feeling like a fool for giving an inkling away about how interested he was in her life and what had become of her.
“As far as I can tell she never even dated.”
Two opposing reactions swirled inside Devon as he eased his firm grasp on the paperwork. One part of him cheered at the thought; he refused to picture her with another man, not after their passionate, forbidden affair. But, the other half of him, the part of him that recognized the lonely existence they had unknowingly shared these last twelve years, throbbed in a tender spot in his core.
Confusion took hold of Devon. “Then why isn’t she running the place? You never did explain to me why she let the property be taken away from her family.”
Gil’s razor-sharp, blue gaze sliced through him, clearly trying to convey a message Devon wasn’t receiving. “She didn’t have a choice in the matter.”
Frowning, he said, “Of course she did. All she had to do was pay the back taxes on it when the son-of-a-bitch left it to her after he croaked last year.” A deafening silence ensued, alerting Devon to the simmering anger just below the surface of the usually self-contained attorney. Alarm bells rang in Devon’s head. “He did leave it to her, didn’t he?”
“No.” The short, clipped answer lent credence to the man’s bottled up emotions.
A current of shock raced through him. “You’re joking, right?”
Gil shook his head abruptly, and then tunneled his hands through his hair, causing it to stand on end even more.
Trying to make light of it, Devon said, “So, she just took the money and ran…”
The dark look the lawyer shot him made the hairs on the back of Devon’s neck stand on end.
Dear God, what had happened to Jewel after I was tossed out of here?
He braced himself as he demanded, “Tell me.”
“He disowned her.”
Chapter 2
Jewel sat ramrod-straight in a folding chair among a sea of frenzied antique hunters. Awaiting the arrival of her mother’s things as the auctioneer proceeded to sell off the family heirlooms proved torturous to her. The numbered biding paddle clutched in her hands was her way of reminding herself not to break down and cry in a public place. Cool, calm, collected.
She’d adopted the persona years ago as the small town’s gossipers had dug their fangs into her. Eventually the talk died down, but not before a lot of scars had formed inside her. And now with Devon back they would start all over again. She cringed inwardly at that piece of knowledge.
Suddenly, she became aware of the hushed whispers all around her and several heads turning to look at the back of the outdoor assembled group. Devon. It could only be him, she figured as a few nearby attendees shot sideway glances at her.
Outwardly she remained focused on the balding, heavyset auctioneer who had just announced the next lot of items to be sold, her mother’s personal things.
Just a few minutes more than I can buy the set and be gone.
But inside all her senses became attuned to Devon. She felt his heated stare on the back of her neck, like a laser finding its target and zapping it. In the slight afternoon breeze, she could imagine it carried the clean, soapy scent of him to her. And surely that was the cadence of his rich, honeyed voice floating above the others…
Devon jammed his hands into his pockets, having deposited the packet of papers in his car minutes earlier. A burning sensation began in his belly and moved to his chest as he grew aware of the audience’s fascination with him being here
. Don’t they have anything better to do than speculate about me?
he wondered as he overheard several snide remarks.
He should be used to being treated like this; he’d been a topic of ridicule all the years he lived in this place. It hadn’t come easy to let it roll off his back then, and it appeared nothing had changed in that regard.
Within seconds of arriving, Devon had easily picked out Jewel, being drawn to her like a magnet.
Maybe she had been in the house, leaving the scent of roses behind.
Now he stared at the back of her head, silently begging her to turn around and face him. He longed to see the changes time had wrought, to read her expressive violet eyes, and to witness her reaction to seeing him again. Would she be happy or upset?
But first, he had some things he needed to find out. What had she supposedly done in order for her old man to eliminate her from his will? “Why not just tell me the rest? Why all the mystery, Gil?”
The attorney’s presence at his side was both annoying and comforting. At least Devon had one ally in town.
Gil nodded to the object of their conversation. “It’s up to her to tell you, not me.”
She’s cut her hair.
He noticed the shoulder blade skimming length and mourned the absence of the waist long strands. Oh, how he enjoyed sliding his hands through the silky mass.
Shaking off the highly erotic memory, Devon glanced at Gil, saying, “You’re my lawyer, aren’t you? If you want more money than all you have to do is say so. But I expect to get some answers when I ask a question.”
A smile transformed the somber features of the man, clearly not taking offense at the command. “You sounded like your father just then. And I’ll tell you what I told him years ago, I’ll take on all the legal aspects for you, but no more. If you’ve got a personal agenda with someone, then you’ve got to do your own leg work, especially if I consider the other person a friend.”
Removing his hands from his pockets, Devon folded his arms over his chest. “Is that why you didn’t investigate Wainwright back then?”
Visibly bristling at that accusation, Gil nearly bellowed, “Good God, no! I handled the paperwork for the partnership as a favor to your father. Legally, I was bound to represent them both. I didn’t like it, but I did it.”
“That’s why you dropped Wainwright right after my father died, isn’t it?”
“I gave you more credit than to have to ask that question.”
Devon grinned. “Oh, I knew it already, otherwise I wouldn’t have hired you myself. I just wanted to hear someone else hated the bastard as much as I did.”
“I don’t think anyone could hate him more than you do, Devon.”
With that statement hanging in the air, Devon tuned in to the furious commotion taking place. Suddenly the bidding had reached its zenith and a tall, elderly woman smiled triumphantly as the dainty writing desk became hers.
Several objects came and went just as quickly and with just as much fervor. Jewel remained motionless. “Christ, how can she stand it?” Devon wondered out loud as he raked a hand through his hair, shuddering inwardly at the callous way her mother’s possessions were disposed of.
“If you look close enough, you’ll see she can’t.”
Narrowing his eyes, Devon sought out any sign in her demeanor that gave away her emotions. There, he’d seen her flinch and stiffen her shoulders ever so slightly as if shoring up her reserves for the next grave insult to her dead mother.
The announcement for the next item boomed over the squealing microphone. “Ladies and gentlemen, we have a lovely silver antique hair, comb, mirror and tray set. Who’ll start the bidding at fifty dollars?”
Jewel’s hand shot up, the numbered paddle firmly grasped in her white-knuckled grip. Her abrupt action startled Devon.
She wants this one bad. So, why should I care? But I do.
“Fifty dollars from number forty on my right to start us off,” the auctioneer cried. “Do I have sixty?” At the middle-aged man in the corner who raised his paddle, the announcer pointed, and then said, “I’ve got sixty. Can I have seventy?” The woman who had bought the desk bid. “Seventy. How about eighty?”
Devon grew dizzy as the frantic bidding war bounced back and forth at an accelerated pace. The man dropped out at two hundred dollars, but the white-haired lady challenged Jewel at every turn.
Silent until now, Gil said in an aside, “She’s from out of town or she’d have refused to bid against Jewel.”
Half-hearing the muttered words, Devon asked, “Huh?”
“Everyone who lives in town hasn’t bid at all on this item. The only reason I can figure is because they want Jewel to have it. They may not say it or show it, but they know the raw deal she got from the son-of-a-bitch. And they truly like her.”
Stunned wonder filled Devon. No one had ever done anything like that for him before. Well, Jewel… He stopped that thought as quickly as it formed. He jerked his head to the other woman. “And her?”
“Probably a regular auction goer who saw the notice in the papers. Looks like she may win this one, too.”
The man conducting the event yelled out, “We’ve got four hundred from the lady to my left. What about you, number forty, do I have four twenty five?”
Slowly, Jewel shook her head and dropped her hand to her lap. Dejection was in every line of her slumped shoulders. Something twisted inside Devon. The majority of the crowd moaned as if they shared Jewel’s pain.
“Well, now, four hundred going once…going twice…” He dragged it out.
Devon stepped forward, saying, “Five hundred dollars!”
A collective gasp rose up from the attendees.
He ignored them all, all except Jewel as she whipped her head around to face him. It felt as if a mule had kicked him in his gut, robbing him of air. He read the suffering in her eyes at the proceedings taking place and the shock of his boldness. But her beauty shook him to his core. She’d far exceeded his dreams of how she’d look when he saw her again, ripping him in two and propelling him back in time when he’d had the privilege of holding her close and making her his.
I wish I could do the same right now.
Loud coughing over the microphone jarred him back to the present. “Sir, do you have a number? Did you register to bid today?”
He couldn’t take his gaze off of Jewel. “No.”
“Then I’m sorry, but you can’t participate—”
“The hell I can’t!” That earned Devon more flabbergasted noises and several protests to boot.
A hand descended on his shoulder, squeezing hard with a warning. “Let me handle this, Devon.”
Twisting back briefly to look at his lawyer, Devon said under his breath, “I thought you said as my attorney you only took care of my legal concerns.”
“Ah…I’ll make an exception this one time.”
“Forget it, Gil. I’ll do it my way.”
“You always did, so why should I expect different now?” He heard the smile in Gil’s voice, then felt the pressure of the lawyer’s hand slip away.
To the head honcho, Devon directed his next words. “I’m bidding on behalf of the lady here.” He nodded to Jewel and she paled considerably. “I’m prepared to go as high as necessary in order to buy the set for her. Any more questions?”
The flustered man cleared his throat. “No, none at all. We’ve got five hundred going once, going twice, sold,” he rushed out, bringing the gavel down hard and ending any further discussion from the clearly stunned audience.
Heat burned in Jewel’s cheeks as she rose, leaving the numbered paddle in her seat. Making mumbled pardons to the people in her aisle, she quickly stepped over their feet, nearly tripping twice in her haste. Finally, she gained her freedom and walked with determined strides to her car parked among a group of others on the lawn.
Don’t let anyone suspect how upset you are.
“Jewel, wait up.” Devon’s rich voice strummed along her nerve endings.
Halting at her rundown blue car, she turned slowly as she cursed herself for coming here today, for wanting to preserve a piece of her mother and her past. He stopped a foot away, jamming his hands in his pockets, something she recalled him doing numerous times while growing up. Maybe the Devon she once knew hadn’t completely vanished after all.
She couldn’t help but take in the man he had become. Tanned, powerfully built, sophisticated, ruthless. She read the last hard quality in his cold, penetrating gaze. A sinking sensation rippled through her.
He’s come back to play out his revenge.
Gulping hard, she shook off the acute awareness that buzzed between them. Jewel broke the charged silence by calling up her anger. “If you intended to humiliate me, you did a good job.”
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