Night Heat (3 page)

“Hey, keep it up, Jocelyn and I'll think you don't want me hanging around at all.”

“I don't.”

He shrugged. At least she was honest. “I'm sorry you feel that way.”

“I see that our talk today didn't accomplish anything,” she said.

Oh, he wouldn't go so far as to say that. Just watching her prance around Kilgore's office had accomplished a lot.

“What about your own company?”

She almost snapped the words at him, reclaiming his attention. Not that she'd ever fully lost it. “What about the Steele Corporation?” he countered.

“Shouldn't that be your main concern?”

He wished. “I left the company in good hands. My three brothers and my cousin know what they're doing,” he said, thinking about Chance, Morgan and Donovan, as well as his cousin Vanessa, who handled public relations for the company. His other two cousins, Taylor and Cheyenne, pursued careers outside of the family business, although they served on Steele Corporation's board of directors.

“Besides,” he decided to add, “it's time for me to take a vacation anyway.” There was no need to elaborate on the fact that it was a forced one.

“By the time this is over, Mr. Steele, you're going to wish you had gone to Disney World instead.”

“Possibly, but I'll take my chances. And what about your sister?” he decided to ask her. From her expression he knew immediately he'd hit a nerve.

She frowned. “What about her?”

“Are you buying her out?”

“Yes. She's never liked this town and I'm surprised she's still here. I expected her to return to California right after Dad's funeral.”

He nodded. “After I get checked in at Sadie's Bed and Breakfast, I want to go over to the office and look around.”

“I wish you'd consider my offer,” she said.

“I can't do that.”

Her eyes darkened. “In the end you're going to wish you had.”

He stood, and when he took a couple of slow steps toward her, she had the good sense to take a couple of steps back. “I intend to carry out your father's request. That said, I think it will be in our best interest if we got along.”

She glared at him. “I don't see that happening.”

A tight smile spread across his face. “Maybe I should have told you that I like challenges, Jocelyn.”

B
as parked his car in front of Sadie's Bed and Breakfast and glanced around. He certainly hadn't expected this, all the changes that had taken place in Newton Grove since he'd last been here fourteen years ago.

It was still one of most beautiful, quaint towns he'd ever traveled to, but it no longer had that Mayberry look. He'd passed a Wal-Mart and Home Depot, certainly two things that hadn't been here before. And the library had been given a face lift. But the drive-in theater appeared to still be intact, as well as the Newton Rail Station that provided a memorable excursion up into the Smoky Mountains.

And from what he saw it was still a favorite place with tourists, which meant the souvenir shops that formed a tight circle in the town square were still thriving. The county fair, which was always held the third weekend in August, was a major event and always brought enough excitement to last the towns-people until the fall festival in the middle of November. He smiled, remembering all the stories Jim had told about both events. Boy, had he enjoyed hearing them.

Bas got out of the car and shoved his keys into the pocket of his jeans, appreciating Jason Kilgore for making arrangements for him to have a place to stay while in town.

Just being back in Newton Grove was stirring memories of how closely he had worked with Jim that summer, the bond they'd made and the special friendship that had been forged. He took a moment to lean against the fender of his rented car and glanced around, reflecting. In his mind he could actually see Jim loading lumber into his pickup truck while preaching to Bas in that strong, firm, yet caring voice. He'd told him the importance of a man being a man, about handling your responsibilities and taking advantage of every opportunity. The memory tugged at Bas's heart, and emotions swamped him. They were emotions that Jim had effectively shown him that it was okay to possess.

Bas suddenly blinked when the sound of a car's horn reclaimed his attention. Sighing deeply he went to the trunk to get out his luggage, thinking of his encounter with Jocelyn Mason. If the woman had her way he would be headed back to Charlotte by now. He could almost feel the daggers she had thrown in his back when he'd walked out of Kilgore's office.

He sighed again and glanced up toward the sky. “Jim, old friend, I hope you knew what you were doing because I don't think your daughter likes me very much.”

 

“Aren't you that same young man who used to give us trouble?”

Sebastian glanced up from signing his name in Sadie's Bed and Breakfast's registration book and met the old woman's eyes. Something hard and tight settled in the pit of his stomach. It was a reaction he got whenever anyone recalled his less-than-sterling past.

If she had been someone from Charlotte, he would have shamefully admitted to it. But he distinctly remembered being on good behavior that summer while living in Newton Grove. For that reason he stared at her and said, “No, ma'am, you must have me mistaken for someone else.”

Evidently she thought otherwise and her blue eyes sparked as she said, “No, I don't think so. I might be
old—I'm pushing seventy—but I have a fairly good memory about some things. You worked with Jim, as part of his construction business one summer, over thirteen or fourteen years ago.”

Bas's stomach began feeling unsettled again. She certainly did have a good memory. “Yes, but I didn't get into any trouble,” he said defensively.

The old woman laughed. “Not any of your own making, trust me. But whenever you worked outside at a construction site on those extremely hot days, you drew an audience every time you took off your shirt.”

She barked out another laugh and continued. “Yeah, I do remember that summer. You had all the young women acting like silly fools whenever they could take a peek at you. And I remember Marcella all but salivating whenever she saw you.”

She studied him for a moment then said, “I understand you're going to be helping out at Mason's Construction again.”

He took his Visa card out of his wallet to hand to her. News traveled fast in small towns. “Yes, ma'am, I am.”

“I'm glad you saw fit to come help Jocelyn for a while now that Jim's gone. Lord knows she wouldn't ask for it, even if she needed it,” Sadie went on to say. “And I'm curious as to what Leah's going to do. I expected her to leave town right after the funeral.”

Bas put his charge card back into his wallet after
she returned it to him. “She lives in California, right?”

“So we hear. Leah left here at eighteen. She hated this place, claimed Newton Grove was too small town for her. She wanted to see the world and headed to California.”

After a quick pause she added, “She broke Reese Singleton's heart when she left. They'd been sweethearts. He's a good man who didn't deserve what she did to him. You'll get to know Reese rather well over the coming months.”

Bas leaned against the counter. “I will?”

“Yes, he's the foreman at Mason Construction. But he might not be there for too much longer.”

Bas lifted a brow. “Why not?”

“Because he's better suited as a carpenter than a builder, and I heard that Jim left him a bunch of money to start his own business.”

Bas turned to follow Sadie up the stairs to his room. Once he got settled he would check out what was happening over at Mason Construction.

 

The nail was taking a beating as Jocelyn hammered it relentlessly into the wood. A part of her wished it was Sebastian Steele's head.

If there was one thing she didn't need it was aggravation, and the man had gotten next to her like nobody's business. The nerve of him, thinking he
could just waltz in and take over. Mason Construction was now hers and she would run things the way she saw fit, regardless of what he had to say.

It wasn't as though she didn't know what she was doing. Heck, she'd been reading blueprints practically since she could walk. Growing up, she'd spent hours at every job site with her father, learning each aspect of a builder's trade, from the ordering of the supplies to the overseeing of each structural design. While many construction workers had their specialties, Jocelyn was truly a jack-of-all-trades. She handled a paintbrush just as expertly as any artist; she could fit a pipe together as well as any master plumber, and she worked with brick, stone, concrete block and structural tile with the skill of an accomplished mason. For years she had worked alongside her dad and his crew as a fill-in, doing whatever task was needed and learning just about everything she could, before school, after school, weekends, whenever. She practically lived at Mason Construction except for those summer months when Jim Mason would ship her and Leah off to Aunt Susan in Florida.

Their mother's sister was as refined and proper as the words could get, and had been determined to pass those characteristics on to her nieces no matter how much they'd balked at the idea. After a while, Jocelyn and Leah discovered it was easier to just go
with the flow and accept all the lacy, frilly dresses, the tea parties and the countless hours of walking with a book on their heads to perfect that graceful walk.

Now that she was a grown woman, Jocelyn appreciated her aunt's teachings and guidance to a degree she'd never thought would be possible as a young girl. She was glad she'd had the chance to express her gratitude to Aunt Susan before she died a few years ago. Jocelyn thought about the deaths of the three people who'd meant a lot to her—her mother when she'd turned sixteen; her Aunt Susan around six years ago and now her dad.

“If you keep beating that nail to death you'll whack it all the way through and bust up that board. Who ruffled your feathers today?”

Expelling a deep breath and clutching the hammer more tightly in her hand, Jocelyn decided Reese was right. There was no reason to take out her anger and frustration on a piece of wood.

She glanced up at him and knew he was waiting for an answer. It hadn't taken much for the men who worked for her to tell she was in a relatively foul mood, which is the reason they had been avoiding her. Reese had been at lunch when she'd arrived. Evidently the guys hadn't wasted any time giving him fair warning. Too bad all those deeply ingrained proper manners and stiff rules Aunt Susan had taught her weren't working
for her today, especially the one about a lady not letting a man get on her last nerve, at least not to the point of showing it. A lady kept her cool and handled a man with charm and diplomatic grace.

Today, thanks to Sebastian Steele, all she could say to that notion was hogwash!

After leaving Jason's office she had gone home long enough to change into her work clothes, then joined the men at this particular jobsite. The only reason she hadn't been here at the crack of dawn like they had was because the mayor had requested her presence at a meeting in his office at eight. He liked being kept abreast of the plans for the city's Founder's Day Celebration next month, and since she was this year's chairperson, she had brought him up to date over bagels and coffee. And then there had been that ten o'clock meeting in Jason's office, the one she wished she could delete from her mind.

Jocelyn put the hammer down, deciding at the moment it was rather dangerous in her hand. “If you must know, Sebastian Steele is the person who ruffled my feathers. He has to be the most infuriating man I've ever met.”

Reese smirked at her. “In other words, he wouldn't let you have your way with anything.”

Jocelyn picked up the hammer again and hit it a couple of times in the palm of her hand. “You like your face, Reese?”

He grinned. “Yeah, I like my face, considering it's the only one I got.”

And Jocelyn knew all the local girls thought it was a rather good-looking face, making him the most sought-after bachelor in town. But he was also the most elusive. She'd known Reese for six years, ever since his family had moved to Tennessee from Alabama when Reese was nineteen. The first time he'd seen her and Leah together out at the county fair, he had decided the then seventeen-year-old Leah, who was about to become a senior in high school, would one day be his wife. He was convinced he could erase the thought from Leah's mind of ever moving away from Newton Grove.

He'd been wrong and had gotten a broken heart to prove it.

“Well, if you like it so much, then knock it off. I'm not in a teasing mood.”

“So I gather. Hey, this Steele guy can't be all bad since Jim thought enough of him to leave him part of the company.”

Jocelyn frowned, narrowed her eyes, preferring not to be reminded of that. “Just because Dad liked him doesn't mean that I have to like him, too.”

“No, but still I'd think you'd respect your father's wishes and try to make things work.”

Jocelyn started hitting the hammer in the palm of
her hand again. “You're really making me mad. Don't you have something to do?”

Reese grinned. “Yeah, but I thought I'd come over here to make sure you'll be more help than a hindrance today. You know how I feel about going behind you and—”

Oh, that did it! He had really pushed her the wrong way, and just from the smile on his face she knew he was enjoying every single minute of getting her riled. She shot him a dark look. “Okay, just wait until you have to follow Steele's orders and see how much you like it.”

Reese leaned against a window casement. “I don't mind following orders as long as they're solid and sound. And like I said Jim evidently trusted this man's judgment or he wouldn't be here.”

“And it doesn't bother you that Dad didn't leave you a part of the company?”

The smile on Reese's face suddenly disappeared and he said in a quiet tone. “The only thing I ever wanted from your father was his baby girl. But that's history. Some days I wish I had never laid eyes on Leah.”

Jocelyn nodded, understanding his feelings completely. Because of the four-year gap in their ages and the differences in their personalities, she and Leah hadn't been particularly close while growing up and
she could never understand how her sister could walk away from a man who loved her as much as Reese had.

She waited, knowing Reese had more to say. For years he had kept his battered feelings locked inside, refusing to talk to anyone, even her father, about Leah and the hurt she'd caused him. But they'd known and accepted that the main reason Reese had joined the army within months of Leah's departure was to get away for a while. And he'd stayed away for two years.

“And why is she still hanging around? When is she returning to California?” he asked, with deep bitterness in his voice.

Jocelyn asked herself those same questions every morning when she awoke to find her sister still there. It wouldn't surprise her if Leah left during the night without saying goodbye. That was how she'd done it the first time. Her father had been devastated, Reese heartbroken and Jocelyn left wondering if she could have done something, anything, to improve their relationship while growing up, if she should have been less overprotective and smothering as Leah had claimed.

“I don't know why she's still here, Reese. A part of me would like to think she's finally decided to come home to stay, but I won't get my hopes up wishing for that one.”