She didn’t reply. She’d never seen him so frayed. Harper wasn’t sure what she was feeling at that moment, beyond confused. It was clear that despite his anger at the woman, he cared about her a great deal.
The chimes calling the audience back to the performance rung. Jacob blinked at the sound dazedly. Suddenly, a handsome, gray-haired man of medium build who was dressed to the nines separated himself from the crowd. He came toward them. Jacob glanced around and froze.
“Clint,” he said, his voice hollow with disbelief.
“I saw her. The girl. Gina,” he pointed in the direction where Regina and David had disappeared. “You still have contact with her?” the man asked incredulously, his mouth slanting into a frown.
Jacob straightened, all vestiges of his strained state vanishing. Here was the glacial, utterly in control, intimidating man Harper recognized. “I saw her just now. What’s it to you?” A strange expression suddenly slid over Jacob’s face. He glanced uneasily at the doors where Regina had just exited with her date. “Did
she
see you? Regina?”
Jefferies scoffed.
Jacob lunged toward him. Jefferies’s smug, disdainful expression vanished and he took a half step back, clearly alarmed.
“Did Regina see you, damn it?” Jacob seethed.
“No, not that I’m aware of,” Jefferies said with bravado, although it was clear he was intimidated by Jacob’s pointed fury. He glanced around, seeming to take heart in the fact that they were in the middle of a public forum, despite the diminishing crowd. “Honestly, Jacob. I can’t believe you’re still letting her get to you. I swear, I’ve stopped trying to understand you.”
Jefferies’s gaze landed on Harper and moved over her speculatively, as if suddenly aware that there was a close audience to their charged conversation.
“Clint Jefferies,” he said, stepping toward Harper and putting out his hand, all smooth urbanity. He struck Harper as oily and manipulative in that moment. Jacob moved so fast, Harper was stunned. He came between her and the other man and grabbed her hand.
“Don’t you even
look
at her.”
She walked next to Jacob back toward the theater, his furious snarl echoing in her ears.
During the performance, Harper couldn’t help but be aware of Jacob’s continued tense state. Although he looked at the stage, he seemed to silently simmer, and she felt sure his mind was on what had just occurred during intermission—on Regina and Clint Jefferies—and not the opera. At one point, she glanced to the left and saw
him
in the audience: Clint Jefferies. His gaze was trained directly on Jacob and her.
She knew from Ruth Dannen’s pre-cocktail-party coaching that Jefferies owned the multibillion-dollar Markham Pharmaceuticals and had once been a kind of older brother–father figure to Jacob.
Jacob had made a great deal of money from a windfall sale of Markham Pharmaceutical stock at a very young age. He’d allegedly bought the stock just days before a breakthrough Markham medication for diabetes was given FDA approval. After approval went through, Jacob’s investment skyrocketed. Later, Clint Jefferies had become the target of an insider trading investigation because of that very deal in which Jacob had prospered so richly. Harper knew that the SEC usually went after the bigwig suspected of insider trading, not the little guy, like Jacob had been at the time. Was it true what Ruth had insinuated? That even though Jacob had made his first fortune from the Markham stock sale, he’d afterward washed his hands of the taint of Clint Jefferies, sacrificing the man who had supported him in his early career?
And why had Jefferies been so incredulous and disdainful about seeing Regina and Jacob together? More importantly, why did Jacob seem to hate his former mentor with a white-hot passion?
All those questions and many more besides circled around her head, mixing with her already potent anxieties about getting involved with a man as secretive and powerful as Jacob.
After the performance was finished, he took her hand and led her from the balcony even before the first curtain call. His driver was waiting.
The back of the limo was dark and painfully silent. His brooding mood oppressed her. He didn’t speak until they were only a few miles from his home.
“I’m sorry about all that,” he said quietly after a while, and she knew he referred to the Regina–Clint Jefferies spectacle.
“Is that all you’re going to say?”
He blinked and glanced over at her, his face enigmatic in the cloaking shadows.
“I’m just checking,” Harper continued. “Because if it is, you needn’t bother. I know you didn’t plan any of that.”
“Do you really want more than an apology?”
“Do you mean do I really want to know about yours and that woman’s relationship?”
He nodded once. She saw his eyes glitter through the shadows. His attention was fully on her now.
“I know she must be one of your old lovers,” Harper said, turning and staring blankly out the window. “I’m not that naïve, Jacob. I know there must be lots of them. So you ran into one of them tonight? It’s not that shocking. And this one”—she looked over at him—“you care more about than most.”
He remained completely still.
“You do care about her a lot, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
Her heart gave a little lurch and she stared back out the window.
“
Is
she an old lover? Or is she still one?” she asked, surprised at how calm she sounded.
“No. Not anymore. Harper, look at me.”
She turned her head.
“You’re the only woman I’m sleeping with.”
“How fortunate for me.”
A muscle jumped in his cheek. “Don’t.”
She inhaled shakily, ashamed of her flash of jealousy.
“You never promised me fidelity,” she breathed out. “You never promised me anything except a good time. An opportunity to forget my troubles.”
“That’s true. But I’m telling you that I have no immediate plans or interest in being with someone else. Doesn’t that mean anything?”
She took a moment to absorb what he was saying.
“Yes,” she admitted. “It does.” She tried to tease out his expression in the darkness, but the shadows prevailed. As always, he was a mystery to her. “You’re worried about her still, aren’t you?”
“Yes.”
She nodded. “Do you want to go to her hotel, and make sure she’s all right?” she asked through a tight throat.
He glanced away. “I’d like to call, at the very least. She recently left substance abuse rehab, and it’s a vulnerable time for her. I was shocked to see her here in San Francisco. And she’s relapsed. Again. Elizabeth is going to hear it from me, for letting it slip I was in San Francisco tonight. I can’t imagine what she was thinking,” he said grimly.
“Do you love her?” Harper blinked, shocked that the words had spilled out of her throat. “It’s just . . . I’ve never seen you so undone, so clearly upset,” she rushed to explain.
“No. I’m not in love with her.”
Harper nodded slowly. “And what was all that with that man . . . Clint Jefferies? Why was he so shocked to see you with Regina?”
The car came to a halt.
“That,” Jacob replied somberly, sliding over on the seat and reaching for the door, “was just a very unfortunate chance meeting.”
* * *
Harper awoke in the middle of the night, disoriented. She found a bedside lamp and switched it on.
She looked around Jacob’s enormous suite, her heart sinking when she realized she was alone. Jacob’s side of the bed hadn’t been touched. She rubbed at her blurry eyes and focused on a nearby clock. It was twenty minutes past three in the morning.
Earlier, Jacob had escorted her up to his suite and caught her hand.
“Why don’t you get ready for bed? I’m just going to make that phone call to Regina, to make sure she’s all right.”
Harper nodded and turned to go, but he halted her, squeezing on her hand. He pulled her against him, one hand cupping her hip, the other her jaw. He tilted her face up. His mouth brushed hers. Harper felt her pulse leap at her throat, her reaction to him unchanged despite the weird, bewildering evening.
“I
am
sorry, Harper. You have no idea.”
“I know. I hope she’s okay,” she whispered sincerely.
He’d swept down then, seizing her mouth. It was like he was telling her something with that forceful, quick kiss, but Harper didn’t know what. A moment later, he released her abruptly and headed toward a closed wooden door without a backward glance. She knew from Marianne’s brief tour of his quarters that the door led to a private office. She watched him open and shut the door behind him, then went to the guest bathroom to change.
Feeling self-conscious and highly unsure, she pulled out the short, black silk nightgown she’d brought. Knowing what she knew about Jacob, she’d guessed she wouldn’t require pajamas over the weekend. She’d assumed they’d be sleeping naked. Fortunately, she had brought the nightgown, but now regretted its sexiness, given how the evening was turning out.
Now it was hours later, and she still wore the nightgown and slept alone. She rose from the luxurious bed, listening for any sound of movement or noise that might give her an indication of Jacob’s whereabouts. A terrace door was opened. The only thing she could hear was the sound of the ocean surf hitting the beach far below the cliff.
She anxiously approached Jacob’s closed office door. For several seconds, she stood poised with her fist in the air, hesitating. She grit her teeth, her knuckles finally landing on the wood.
“Jacob?” she called.
Silence.
She rapped again and said his name.
The knob turned smoothly in her hand. She pushed open the door, and it swung inward, revealing his opulent, dimly lit, completely empty office.
* * *
He returned to Sea Cliff just past dawn, bone-tired and bleary-eyed. A surge of adrenaline went through him, however, when he walked into his bedroom suite and saw his made, empty bed.
Shit.
He’d assumed he’d be back before Harper woke up. He stalked down the hallway in search of Marianne.
You shouldn’t have let her believe that Regina was a former lover.
He’d had no choice, though. The conclusion she’d jumped to had been believable and simple, while the truth was far more complicated and disquieting . . .
. . . Not to mention closer to Harper than she’d ever suspect.
He found Marianne helping his cook, Alfred, unpack some groceries in the kitchen.
“Where’s Harper?” he demanded without preamble the second he plunged into the room.
Marianne blinked, looking startled.
“At the pool. Or at least she was as of about twenty minutes ago, when I took her there.”
He exhaled in relief. At least she hadn’t left the house to return to Tahoe.
He found her just where Marianne said she’d be. She wore a pair of shorts and a T-shirt, and her long, copper-colored hair was in a bun on the top of her head. She sat at the edge of the pool, her pretty legs dipped in the water.
“Hi,” she said, looking surprised when she saw him stalk up to her. Her large eyes traveled down him. He was still wearing his suit from last night.
“I didn’t think you’d be up so early,” he said, trying to read the expression on her face, and failing.
“I’ve been up since three thirty,” she said, setting aside the magazine she’d been reading. “I thought I’d look for the pool when it got light. It seemed like a better option than waiting in your bedroom, wondering where you were.”
“I’m sorry. Shit. I’ve been saying that a lot lately, haven’t I?” he muttered, clamping his eyes shut briefly.
“What happened?”
He opened his eyes. She
was
irritated with him, but it was concern he read most clearly on her face at the moment.
“I had to take her to the hospital,” he said.
She lifted her feet out of the water and stood, facing him.
“Is she all right?”
He nodded. “Her date had left her, and she’d gotten into the hotel room’s liquor. She sounded bad off when I finally got a hold of her last night. By the time I got to the hotel, she’d passed out. I took her over to UCSF’s emergency room, but there wasn’t much they could do except assure me that she was going to be fine and give her an IV to rehydrate her.”
“Didn’t the doctor recommend that she go back to rehab?”
“Of course he did, and they had a social worker come and talk to her to try to convince her to return. But they can’t force her to go, and Regina was flat out refusing.”
“Where is she now?” Harper asked, stepping closer.
“Back at her hotel room, sleeping.”
“Do you think she’ll be all right? Alone?”
“No. Last night I arranged for Elizabeth to fly in and stay with her. Elizabeth will get her back to Napa later today. Regina has a psychiatrist there that she trusts. I’ve let him know what happened. Regina agreed to go back last night. Let’s hope she remembers the agreement this morning.”
She touched his face with cool fingertips. The caress took him by surprise. He hadn’t been prepared for tenderness on her part. He would have thought he’d be reassured by it, but instead he was even more worried. Her calmness somehow made him wary . . . like she was pulling away from him. He would have preferred accusations and tears.
“You look exhausted,” she said quietly.
He reached up and held her wrist, keeping her fingers in place on his skin . . . always doubtful something would pull her away.
Even now.
“So do you,” he replied, his gaze running over her face. The scar near her mouth looked even paler than usual, and there were light purple circles beneath her eyes.
“You did all that for her,” she whispered.
He grimaced. “I didn’t feel like I had a choice. She’s been diagnosed with bipolar disorder, and she has a history of cocaine and heroin abuse. I wasn’t sure what else she’d taken, besides alcohol. She couldn’t tell me, the state she was in. That’s why I took her to the hospital.”
“I understand.” Her fingers slipped off his face. He saw her swallow thickly. She looked achingly beautiful to him in the pale morning light.
So far out of your reach
.
“It’s just all been . . . unsettling. I had no idea you cared about another woman that way, especially one so beautiful. And to wake up and realize you were gone . . .”
“I thought I’d get back before you got up. I didn’t want to wake you last night. Damn it, I don’t know how else to tell you to make you believe me.”
“Tell me what?”
“I’m not sleeping with Regina. It’s not like that.”
“You don’t have to keep saying that. I believe you. What kind of a friend would you be, abandoning her when she was in so much trouble,” she said, staring down at the ground. “I guess her date—that guy, David?—wasn’t much of one. A friend, I mean. He left her alone?”
“Yeah,” Jacob replied, frowning.
“It seems like you’re used to it.”
“What?”
“Riding to her rescue,” she replied quietly, studying his pant legs. “When you were called away the other night, when were supposed to have dinner. Did you go to Napa because of her? I only wondered because Elizabeth told me you were in Napa for an emergency.”
He put his fingers beneath her chin and lifted her face. “I can understand that you’re curious. But Regina deserves some privacy in all this. I don’t think it’s fair for me to talk about her problems to someone she doesn’t even know. I realize these circumstances aren’t ideal. I’m sorry it happened while we were here together. Trust me, I wish like hell it hadn’t.”
Her blue-green eyes looked moist. She nodded abruptly.
“You’re right. I would have liked you less, knowing that you were the type to abandon a friend when they were in need. I’m glad you went to help her.”
“Thank you,” he said, holding her stare. “Elizabeth will have things in hand. You don’t need to worry about it anymore. It’s done. Okay?”
She’s not going to be this forgiving forever.
He pushed down the sarcastic voice in his head. Harper hadn’t left, and she wasn’t freezing him out. For the moment, anyway. Still, he felt uncharacteristically doubtful about how to proceed.
She nodded, attempting a smile. “You should get some sleep before you have to get back to work again.”
He glanced around the sunlit pool area and over the balcony onto the Pacific Ocean, really taking in his surroundings for the first time since arriving home. The only thing he’d been able to consider since seeing that empty bed was finding Harper. A gust of sea air rushed over him, sweeping away the cobwebs of his sleepless night and anxiety. Or maybe it was Harper’s clear, crystalline eyes and gentle touch that had done that.