A Scandalous Melody (2 page)

He stubbed out the cigar as Kate primly took the secretary's chair opposite him. “Still the proper princess,
chère?
I would've thought ten years and the loss of your father and his fortune might have brought you down to earth with the rest of us mere mortals.”

“What I am…what I've become…is not the point. What have
you
become, Chase?” She straightened her spine and sat stiffly at the edge of her chair. “Apparently you have money now. What else is different about you? Will you destroy a whole town just for the hell of it?”

God, how he wanted her. The sudden slashing need to run his hands along her body's curves—her narrow waist, the high-tipped breasts—was so strong it actually made him wince.

He wasn't a womanizer. Never had been. And what with his tight business schedules and his bruised memories of youthful romance, he rarely got involved with women. Certainly a few of them had passed through his nights throughout the years, but they were women who knew he only wanted the pleasure of their company for a short time. That he had nothing else to offer.

His affairs were brief, consensual and devoid of passion.

But this was his Kate. The woman he had hated for ten long years. So the desperate erotic need he'd felt when he looked at her had come as a complete shock.

He'd been anxious to see her face, to see the whole town's collective and astonished face, when they figured out their former whipping boy was the person behind the corporate facade who'd bought out the mill. He'd wanted that revenge. They owed it to him.

But it hadn't occurred to him that he would feel other things beyond satisfaction. Kate had never married, and according to town gossip had never had a lasting serious relationship over the past ten years. Chase figured that must be because she thought she was too good for the men around her, the way she'd apparently felt about him all those years ago.

Cold. Frozen. Man-eater. Those were the words used on the streets of Bayou City to describe his former girlfriend.

But that wasn't what he felt when he looked at her now. No, Chase felt the flames licking at his libido as strongly now as he ever had as a randy teenager.

His conflicted emotions raised the stakes for this game.

“What I decide to do about the mill in the end will be all about business,” he finally told her. “It's my deal now, Kate. I hold all the cards.”

“I see,” she said as she tilted her head to question him. “Then what do you want from me? Am I just to go home and never return to my family's mill again?”

“Not at all,
bébé.
” He watched her carefully. “In the first place, I'll need your assistance in going over the mill records and reports and will pay you for that time. I suspect you'll be needing the money.

“And in the second place, you no longer have a house to go home to. I will expect you to pack and be out by the first of the week.”

“Live Oak Hall?” Her voice rose three octaves, but her panic didn't thrill him as it should have. “You can't mean…”

“I mean that I own it, or rather I hold the mortgage on it, too. Your father left nothing that wasn't in debt, and I'm calling in your mortgage at the end of the week.”

She blinked her eyes and he saw her chin tremble. “I knew the mortgage was behind, but I thought the bank would give me more time. Where will I go? Where will I stay if you kick me out of the plantation that's been my family's home for over a hundred years?”

He felt a niggle of pity stirring in his soul, but he tried to ignore it. “Blame your father for your troubles, not me. Perhaps I'll consider renting you one of the guest cottages. If you can afford it, that is.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but instead of crying she set her chin defiantly. This was his time at long last. But now that it had finally arrived, he found that her pain gave him absolutely no satisfaction and her pride turned him on.

And he almost hated her for it.

Almost.

A
wicked wind blew black storm clouds up from the Gulf and threatened to tear new leaves off the ancient oaks lining the allée drive in front of Live Oak Hall. Standing in the kitchen and looking out the window, Kate knew cold late-spring rains would come in a few more minutes. Right before sunset.

But even with Kate's vivid imagination, she was positive those rains didn't have the power to wash away the sting of memories, the heartbreak of wanting things to be different. Lord, how she had dreamed of having the opportunity to make other choices in her life, to go back in time and change what had happened.

Now that Chase had come home, it was clear that she would have to face some of those old poor choices. He wouldn't let her escape them any longer.

She knew her secrets and her mistakes would even
tually come out. But there was one cruel secret that she would never give up. No matter what.

Nothing could ever pry that one from her heart. Not even to save her from Chase's hatred. It had to stay buried. Where it belonged.

“I can't believe Chase Severin owns the mill now.” Shelby Rousseau, Kate's oldest and best friend, frowned once then smiled as she captured her toddler daughter and lifted the little girl into her high chair.

“Well, I'm afraid he does, Shell.” Kate wasn't sure how to explain the rest of it to the one person who had stuck with her through the worst of times. And far in the back of her mind, Kate still had hope of a reprieve.

Sitting down at her huge kitchen table to watch Shelby finish preparing their supper, Kate agonized over what she knew she had to say. How could she tell her friend that her home was lost? That the young single mother would soon be evicted from the guest cottage where she had been raising her daughter.

That Kate herself would soon be homeless was irritating enough. But to think of throwing out Shelby and her baby…

Her dearest friend made the very best mother Kate had ever known. Shell loved her child enough to do anything, go through anything, to keep her daughter safe and to keep the two of them together.

“Would you please hand Madeleine a cracker to get her by for a few minutes until supper is ready?” Shelby asked as she dipped up the shrimp étouffée from the ancient pot on an even older stove.

Kate reached over and put a cracker into the baby's
hand. The little girl stared up with a big, mostly toothless grin on her face.

The toddler's cheeks glowed a rosy, healthy pink. Her curious blue eyes were wide and spoke volumes about how smart she was. Sweet Maddie looked just like her mother. But she made Kate think of another baby from long ago. A baby whose smile Kate would never know.

As much as Kate loved Maddie, it hurt a little bit to be near her. But for today, just like most days, Kate buried the pain.

“How's your catering business coming along?”

Shelby served the étouffée and sat down. “It's been good recently. After I booked that party over in New Iberia, I've had several calls about future engagements.” Shelby poured ice tea from the frosty pitcher. “I don't know how great things will be if the mill goes out of business, though.”

Instead of picking up her spoon to eat, Shelby laid a hand over Kate's. “I'm most worried about you,
chère
. What will you do if Chase shuts down the mill?”

Good question. But not one Kate was prepared to consider just yet.

She shrugged in answer and tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. “I'm a survivor, Shell. I can do lots of things. I'm only worried about the town. There isn't much else for people to do around here. But maybe Chase will find a way to keep it open.”

Hesitating for a second, Kate decided to let her friend in on just a small slice of her fears and questions. “I can't understand why Chase bought out the mill at all. The debt load is tremendous. If he decides to put any money into it, it'll be like throwing the cash down a gator hole.”

Shelby smiled at her. “Maybe he bought the mill and came back here because of you. I bet he's still in love with you.”

Kate shook her head so hard the curls jumped out of their clip and flew wildly about her face. “Not a chance in hell of that. You didn't see his eyes when he first came into my office this afternoon. There was such…hatred. Such bitterness in them when he looked at me.”

“Well, there has to be some reason that he would come back to this poor town,” Shelby said as she spooned mashed stew into the baby's mouth. “The rumor mill has it that he's really rich now. Drives a Jaguar. Owns houses in St. Thomas and Vail. Made it all by gambling, they say.”

“Don't believe everything you hear.”

“Do you know something different? Like how he really made his money?”

“No,” Kate mumbled. “But I know the rumors of why he left town in the first place have been a bunch of lies. So why should all the rumors about his return be the truth?”

Shelby wiped her baby's chin and blew on a steaming spoonful of étouffée for herself. “You never did tell me the truth of what happened that night. I've always wondered about it.”

“It was a dreadful night. I would've given anything if you'd been here that summer to help me through it instead of off visiting with your
grandmère
in New England.” Kate had lost her appetite and gave up the pretense of eating.

Shelby chuckled and then frowned. “I guess I must've missed my chance forever. After ten years you still don't want to talk about it, do you?”

“Not really. But I will tell you that all those stories about Chase being drunk and going nuts are all lies. Every one of them. He was stone sober, and he was forced into that fight with Justin-Roy and those boys.”

“I didn't know Chase as well as you did back then,” Shelby began quietly. “But I never believed he would drink too much. Not when you'd told me how much he hated the fact that his father was always so drunk.”

Tears stinging the back of Kate's eyes threatened to put an early end to the conversation and to supper. “Shelby, you are my best friend. You know I love you and Madeleine, don't you?”

“Of course I do, honey. I know you love
us,
this old run-down plantation, the town…and Chase Severin.” Shelby dropped her spoon and hugged her when Kate began to protest that last part. “We love you, too. And Maddie and I appreciate you taking us in and letting me trade house cleaning and cooking for a chance to stay in one of the guest houses. You've been a lifesaver.”

Oh, Lord. Kate could not make her mouth say the words. She just could not tell her best friend that their days at Live Oak Hall were numbered.

Maybe if she went to Chase. If she begged him to let Shelby and the baby stay on, he would consider it. It wouldn't be the first time that Kate had gotten down on her knees to plead for something important.

She could only hope that this time would turn out a whole lot better than the last one.

 

Chase picked up his coffee mug and walked alone out onto the B&B's terrace to watch as the lightning dashed
silver streaks across the night sky. He loved the smell of the fresh earth right after a rain.

It had been a long time since he'd been able to breathe in the clean night air and listen to the sounds that the swamp critters made after sundown.

He'd had one hell of a day, coming back to Bayou City and seeing the surprised expressions on the faces of its citizens as he deliberately drove his new XK8 in that flashy topaz color right down Lafayette Street.

He knew the word had spread all over town within minutes. The boy who would never amount to anything was back—and rich. His hand automatically went to the pocket of his navy blazer for a triumphant cigar.

But instead of cigars, Chase's hand landed on the antique jeweled egg that he'd begun to carry with him everywhere. He smiled at the very idea that he owned something so valuable and old. It was unlikely the whole damn town collectively would be able to afford just the insurance on anything this expensive.

Feeling the shimmer of electricity beneath his fingers that reminded him that the gypsy had claimed this egg held magic, he withdrew his hand and shook his head. He didn't need any kind of crutch in order to face his old ghosts, not nicotine nor magic. This time he had control of the deck. His cards had turned up in a royal flush.

And he couldn't be happier to have Kate's fate thrown into the pot. It upped the stakes.

When he'd first had that private investigator research the town to find out what had happened here since he'd been gone, he was disheartened to learn that her father had died of cancer six months earlier. Too late. Chase had
made the decision to come back and get even with the old
crotte
Beltrane and the rest of the town too late.

But then he'd learned about the mill's bankruptcy and figured his timing was impeccable. He had been given the perfect opportunity to destroy them all.

“Chase?”

He turned around at the sound of her voice, nearly positive it would just be the ghost that had haunted his nights for what seemed like forever. But it was the real Kate this time, standing there with the lights streaming from the French doors at her back.

“Uh, Madame Seville said it would be all right for me to come out here to talk to you. I'm not catching you at a bad time, am I?”

Her midnight-black curls were pulled back in a loose ponytail and glistened with rain. Drips of water trickled down her porcelain cheeks and clung to her dark, thick lashes. She had a khaki-colored trench coat thrown over her arm, and rainwater was puddling under her as she stood there waiting for him to give her an answer.

The sight of her simply stunned him, took his words away. He reached a hand toward his shirt pocket without thinking, then cursed himself silently for being such a fool. He didn't need help facing this echo of days gone by, despite the fact she was the most gorgeous creature he had ever laid eyes on.

“What are you doing here?” he asked with a forced grin. “I thought we'd agreed to start on the books first thing in the morning?”

“I need to talk to you, Chase.” She raised her chin in that smug little way she'd had as a girl and took a tentative step closer.

“Talk? I'll just bet you have a lot to say now.” He turned his back on her and spread his feet for the balance he badly needed at the moment. “You're ten years too late. You have nothing to say that I care to hear anymore.”

“Please,” she whispered from behind him. “This isn't about the mill. I'm hoping that will be strictly business with you. But what I wanted to talk about tonight was…”

“Not about the past, I'd wager.” He spun around and glared down at her in the slanted light. “I'd give better than even odds that you'd rather die than have to face your past sins tonight. Am I right?”

She was a good half foot shorter and the shadows cast by the back light kept him from seeing her face clearly. But he did manage to catch the anger in her glinting stare, and he watched her work her slender white throat as she swallowed back a nasty remark.

Tempting, this ghost from his past. Too tempting.

Kate shook her head and straightened her shoulders. “I don't think it would serve any purpose to go over our mistakes at this late date.”

Just to please himself, to give in to the urgent need to arouse her, Chase moved closer. She backed up a step and he took another in her direction, deliberately pushing her and limiting her personal space.

“My only mistake was in trusting you once, telling you that I loved you.” He heard the evil chuckle coming from his own lips and wondered at just how far he had come away from the naive young kid he had been back then. “It's a mistake I never intend to repeat.”

Her eyes closed and he heard her soft sigh. Regrets? From the ice princess, Kate Beltrane?

The silent whiff of her perfume reached icy fingers
into his soul. The smell of camellias and gardenia that he'd once imagined he would never be able to get out of his mind took a swift sledgehammer to his heart.

He felt that soft underbelly of pity and desire creeping up on him again as he reached a hand toward her shoulder. Before he could give her comfort, her eyes popped open and determination narrowed those full tantalizing lips.

“I didn't come here tonight to rehash old wounds,” she told him with sudden fervor. “I came to ask…explain really…about Live Oak Hall.”

“You came here…in the rain…to explain about that broken-down old plantation?” He allowed himself a sneer, but didn't back away from her.

“It's about the guest cottage. My friend, I don't know if you remember her, Shelby Rousseau?”

When he just squinted at her, Kate rushed ahead. “Well, she's a single mother now and trying to get a business started. And…I've been letting her trade out cleaning and cooking to stay in the guest cottage. She can't afford to pay rent, you see, and I thought…”

“You have to start remembering that Live Oak Hall is mine now.” He shook his head and grimaced. “No rent? You must've inherited your father's great business sense.”

The humiliation ran through Kate's veins. She couldn't stop it from smarting. But she could hold her place and not let Chase see how badly he was getting to her.

He would have no way of knowing how she had begged and pleaded with her father to let her help make the business decisions for the mill. Two years of busi
ness college didn't make her an expert, but she'd seen what a mess he had been making of the fiances. How he'd run off the best customers and overpaid the farmers for their rice in years when crops were plentiful.

But her father had quite typically berated her back then. Reminded her that a girl could not know what was best in business. He'd relegated her to the accounting pool, telling her account books were for females. And if she would ever have the sense to marry, her husband could give the advice while she gave him the grandchildren.