A Man for Amanda Page 5

Chapter Four

  "Well, hello. "

  At the husky greeting, Sloan looked up from his notes on the billiard room to see a willowy gypsy in a flowing flowered robe. Long cables of red hair streamed down her shoulders and back. Dreamy green eyes assessed him before she glided into the room like a woman who had all the time in the world and was willing to spend it generously.

  "Hi. " Sloan caught the elusive scent - like crushed wildflowers - before she offered a hand.

  "I'm Lilah. " Her voice was as lazily flirtatious as her eyes. "We've missed each other the past couple of days. "

  If there was a man who didn't get a jolt from this one, Sloan thought, he was dead and buried. "I'm real sorry about that. "

  She laughed then gave his hand a companionable squeeze. First impressions ranked high with Lilah, and she'd already decided to like him. "Me, too. Especially now. What have you been up to?"

  "Getting a feel for the place, and the people in it. How about you?" "I've been busy trying to figure out if I was in love. "

  "And?"

  "Nope. " She moved her shoulders gently, but he caught the wistful look in her eyes before she turned to move around the room. "So, what's the plan here, Sloan O'Riley?"

  "Elegant dining in a turn-of-the-century atmosphere. " He kicked back in the Windsor armchair he'd been using and gestured toward the papers spread over the library table. "We take out part of that wall there, open up into the adjoining study, add a couple of glass pocket doors, and we've got a lounge. "

  "Just like that?"

  "Just like that - after we deal with the structural hassles. I'll have some preliminary sketches for your family and Trent to look over in a couple of days. "

  "It seems strange," she murmured, running a finger along the old, dusty chair rail. "Thinking about this place being fresh and new again, having people in it. " But if she closed her eyes, she could see it perfectly, the way it had once been. "They used to give huge parties, very elaborate, very chic. I can imagine my great-grandfather standing here beside a billiard table sipping Scotch, and wheeling and dealing. " She turned back to Sloan. "Do you think about those things when you make your sketches and calculate stress and space?"

  "As a matter of fact, I do. There's a burn mark on the floor right over there. " He tipped his pencil toward the spot. "I imagine some fat guy in a dinner suit dropped his cigar while he was discussing the war in Europe. A couple of others were standing by the window, stripped down to their shirtsleeves and swirling brandy while they talked about the stock market. "

  Laughing, Lilah crossed back to him. "And the ladies were down in the parlor. "

  "Listening to piano music and gossiping about the latest fashions from Paris. "

  Lilah tilted her head. "Or discussing the possibility of being given the vote. "

  "There you go. "

  "I think you're just what The Towers needs," she decided. "Can I take a look at your drawings, or are you temperamental?"

  "I make it a policy never to turn down a beautiful woman. "

  "Astute and clever. " She went to lean over his shoulder and push through his papers. "Why, it's the Emperor's Room. "

  "The what?"

  "The Emperor's Room, that's what I call the best guest room. Must be the harps and cherubs on the ceiling. " Sliding her hair behind her shoulder, she leaned closer. "This is great. "

  The dressing room would be a cozy parlor, she noted, complete with a wet bar and an entertainment center that would be hidden behind the original paneling. The bath would remain almost as it was, with the addition of a private whirlpool tucked away in what had been an old storage closet.

  "Both ends of one century," Lilah murmured. "You've hardly changed any of the original layout. "

  "Trent indicated he wanted to keep the luxury and convenience without altering the mood. We'll save most of the original materials, duplicate what's beyond hope. "

  "You're going to do it. " And because she could see that as well, quite clearly, her eyes filled as she laid a hand on his shoulder. "My father wanted to. My mother and he used to talk about it all the time. I wish they could have seen this. "

  Touched, Sloan laid his hand over hers. Their fingers had linked when Amanda came to the door. Her first reaction was shock at seeing her sister with her cheek all but brushing Sloan's. Then came the spear of jealousy. There was no denying there was something private, even intimate passing between them. On the heels of that sharp green shaft, pride stepped in.

  Hadn't she told herself he was a woman chaser?

  "Excuse me. " Her voice was a thin sheet of ice as she stepped into the room. "I've been looking for you, Lilah. "

  "You found me. " She blinked back the tears but didn't bother to straighten. "I thought I'd come by and meet Sloan. "

  "I see you have. " Determined to be casual if it killed her, Amanda jammed her hands into the pockets of her sweats. "It's your turn for a shift in the storeroom. "

  "That's what I get for having the day off. " She wrinkled her nose, then sent Sloan a smile. "The Cal-houns have become detectives, searching for clues to the hiding place of the elusive emeralds. "

  "So I've heard. "

  "Maybe you'll take a hack at one of the walls, and they'll fall out, looking as fabulous and glittery as the day Bianca hid them. " With a sigh, she drew away. "Well, since duty calls, I'd better get dressed for it. Mandy, you ought to take a look at some of Sloan's sketches. They're great. "

  "I'll bet. "

  The tone would have been a direct tip-off, even if Lilah hadn't known her sister so well. So, Lilah thought with a lifted brow. That's the way it was. Since she'd never been able to resist teasing her sister, she leaned down to kiss Sloan's cheek. "Welcome to The Towers. "

  He didn't have a doubt as to what she was up to. The eyes might be dreamy, he thought, but there was a shrewd and devilish brain behind them. "Thanks. I'm feeling more at home every day. "

  "I'll meet you in the sweatshop in fifteen minutes," she said to Amanda, then grinned to herself as she went out.

  "Is that your new uniform?" he asked Amanda as she stood scowling in the center of the room, her hands still fisted in the pockets of baggy gray sweats.

  "I don't go in until two today. "

  "That's nice. " He crossed his outstretched legs at the ankles. "I like your sister. "

  "That was obvious. "

  He only grinned. "What does she do, anyway?"

  "If you mean professionally, she's a naturalist at Acadia National Park. " "Wildflowers and stuff. It suits. "

  As if the admiration in his voice didn't bother her in the least, she shrugged and walked to the terrace doors. "I thought you'd be taking measurements or something. " Glancing over her shoulder, she shot him a narrow look. "Of the rooms, that is. "

  This time he laughed outright. "You're mighty cute when you're jealous, Calhoun. "

  Now she turned to look deliberately down her nose. "I don't know what you're talking about. "

  "Sure you do, but you can relax. I've already set my sights on you. "

  Did he expect her to be flattered? she wondered. The hell of it was that, in a odd way, she was. "Do I look like a target?"

  "I'd say more like the grand prize. " In a gesture of peace, he held up a hand as she sucked in her breath to swear at him. "Before you get more fired up, why don't we deal with business?"

  "I am not fired up," she lied. "And I don't see what business we could have. "

  "Trent said you were the one I should. . . collaborate with, until he got back. Seeing as you're the one who handles most of the family business, and you've got a firsthand knowledge of hotels. "

  Because it was logical, she calmed enough to consider it. "What do you want to know?"

  How long it's going to take me to knock down that wall around you, he thought. "I figured you'd want to take a look at what I've started. I'd like to get to the drawing board soon. "

  Actually she was dying t
o see, but kept her agreement grudgingly cool. "All right, but I only have a few minutes. "

  "I'll take what I can get. "

  He waited as she crossed the room. She didn't trust him worth spit, Sloan decided. And that was just fine for now.

  "I've got two of the suites mapped out," he told her, shuffling papers. "Plus the tower and most of the dining room here. "

  She leaned closer, squinting a bit to focus without her reading glasses. As

  Lilah had been, she was impressed with the sketches. Not only were they competent, but they showed a quick understanding of mood, tone and the practicality necessary for smooth service.

  "You work fast," she said, surprised.

  "When it's called for. " He enjoyed watching the way she lifted a hand to tuck back the swing of hair, not with the sinuous movements of her redheaded sister, but with a quick, absent flick. She smelled of soap and some cool sprinkle of scent.

  "What's this?"

  "What's what?" He was too busy with the way the sunlight showered on her hair to pay attention to anything else.

  "This. " She tapped a finger on a sketch.

  "Hmm. That's an old servants' stairway. We bring this wall out here, to box it in. " He took her finger to slide it along the sketch, the rough side of his palm fitting over the smooth skin of her hand. "It makes this suite two levels, the sitting room and bath down here, two bedrooms and a master bath up here. Since the stairs are already open, it gives us a separation of functions without closing off the flow of space. "

  "It's nice. " Vaguely uneasy with the contact, she flexed her hand but only succeeded in tangling her fingers with his. "I suppose you're going taget estimates and bids. "

  "I've made some calls. "

  Something seemed to be happening to her legs from the knees down. They'd gone weak on her, as if she'd run a very long, very fast race. "Well, you. . . " She braced and turned her head to face him. His eyes were very close, very quiet, very calm. "Obviously you know what you're doing. "

  "Yeah, I do. "

  Oh, yeah, he did, she thought as she felt herself pulled toward him - not by his hand, but by something soft and warm and needy inside her. She had only to give in to it, to lean a little closer. Her mouth could be on his, and she would know, as she had known the day before, a kind of whippy excitement and dazzling pleasure. He was waiting, watching her, with those dark green eyes going from calm to intense, willing her to make that slight and significant move. As she began to slide toward him, she heard herself sigh.

  Then she remembered.

  He had been in almost this same position with Li-lah just moments before. Faces close, fingers linked. Only a fool let herself be manipulated by a man who was that casual with a woman's feelings. And Amanda Kelly Calhoun was no fool.

  She jerked back, tugging her hand from under his. Sloan felt the knots already winding through his stomach yank tighter.

  "Did I miss something?" he asked with a casual-ness that cost him dearly. "I don't know what you mean. "

  "The hell you don't. You were a hair's breadth away from kissing me, Mandy. Your eyes were full of it. Now you've got them frosted up again. "

  She wished it was as easy to put the ice back into her blood. "You're letting your ego get the best of you. But then, that's probably typical. If you want to take time out to flirt and snuggle with a woman, try Lilah again. "

  He was used to holding on to his temper. When a man had a dangerous one, he learned early to keep it chained down. But it wasn't easy, not with her, not with the way she so consistently racked his system. "Are you telling me that Lilah's available to any man who asks?"

  She went from frost to fire so quickly he could only stare in amazed appreciation. "You don't know anything about my sister, O'Riley. Watch what you say or you'll find yourself on your butt again. "

  "I was asking what you said," he reminded her.

  "I can say what I like, you can't. Lilah has a warm, generous heart. If you do anything to hurt her, I'll - "

  "Hold on. " Chuckling, he threw up both hands, palms out. "I don't mind you taking a chunk out of me, Calhoun, but I'd rather it be for something I did - or was at least planning to do. First, I'm not quite the tomcat you seem to think I am. And second, I'm not interested in - what was itsnuggling with Lilah. "

  Amanda's chin lifted a fraction higher. "What's the matter with her?"

  Exasperated, he let his hands fall again. "Not a damn thing. Tell me, has your great-grandaddy's insanity trickled down or are you just being plain obstinate?"

  "Take your pick. " Now she was as embarrassed as she was angry and stalked over to the window to stare out. Whether he was a tomcat - as he'd put it - or not, it was no concerns of hers. It was her problem that she had overreacted to his meeting with Lilah. She was getting herself wound up over nothing, Amanda told herself. If she kept snapping at him every time they spent five minutes together, their business relationship would suffer. And business was, after all, her strongest suit. She gave herself another moment to be sure she'd regained some balance, then turned back.

  "We seem to have gotten offtrack. Let's put this back on a professional level, and keep it there. "

  "You do that real well," he observed. "What?"

  "Pull yourself in. It can't be easy if being around me churns you up half as much as I get being around you. " Then he grinned and recrossed his ankles. "Go ahead, be professional. I got real admiration for that side of you. "

  She wasn't sure whether to scream or laugh or just throw her hands up in defeat. Instead she shook her head and tried again. "I like your work. "

  "Thanks. "

  "Trent and I have discussed the budget for the project. He and C. C. may still be on their honeymoon when the bids start coming in. If that's the case, you and I will have to go over them. As far as the hotel section goes, you have a free hand. As to the other part of the house, the family part, we're only interested in essential repairs. "

  "Why? The place deserves a decent face-lift. "

  "Because the hotel is a business, and the Calhouns and St. Jameses will be partners. We have the property, he has the funds. We've all agreed that we won't take advantage of his generosity, or the fact that he's marrying C. C. "

  Sloan considered a moment. "Trent seems to have other ideas. And I've never known him to let anyone take advantage. "

  The smile softened her face. "I know, and we, all of us, appreciate that he's willing to help, but we feel strongly about this. The Towers, our part of it, is a Calhoun problem. Our position is that we'll accept the needed repairs to the plumbing, the wiring and other immediate necessities, then we'll pay him back from our share of the retreat. If business is good, we'll be able to take care of the rest ourselves within the next few years. "

  There was pride at stake here, he noted. And more, integrity. He nodded. "You work things out with Trent. Meanwhile, I'll concentrate on the west wing. "

  "Fine. If your schedule allows, you can take a look at the rest. It would be helpful if we had an idea what the budget will be on the family areas. "

  He started to point out that he was an architect not a contractor, then shrugged. It wouldn't hurt him to take a look. "Sure. I'll work up an estimate. "

  'Td appreciate it Once you do, I'd prefer if you gave it to me. Just me. " "You're the boss. "

  She lifted a brow. Odd, but she hadn't thought about it quite that way before. Her lips curved as she digested it "Then we understand each other. One more thing. "

  He linked his hands behind his head. "We can have as many things as you want. "

  "Only one," she said, though her lips quivered. "When I was finalizing some of the wedding plans, I realized you were down as best man. I left your list with Aunt Coco. "

  "My list?"

  "Yes, of the timetable, the duties you're responsible for, that sort of thing. There's also a copy of the necessary information - the name and phone number of the photographer, the contact for
the musicians, the bartender we hired. . . oh, and I jotted down the names of three shops where you can rent a tux. " Once again she took in the sheer size of him. "You really should get in for a fitting right away. "

  "I've got it covered. " Impressed, he shook his head. "You're damn efficient, Calhoun. "

  "Yes, I am. Well then, I'll let you get back to work. I'll be in the third-floor storeroom in the other wing until about one. After that you can reach me at the Bay Watch if you have any questions. "

  "Oh, I know where to find you, Calhoun. Good hunting. "

  He watched her walk away, and thought of her sitting in the storeroom, surrounded by dusty boxes and mounds of yellowing papers. She'd probably already found a way to put things in their tidy place, he thought with a grin. He wondered if she realized what a sweet contrast it was. She would stack and catalogue and file in the most practical way possible, while she searched through pieces of the past for an old dream.

  Amanda found no dreams that morning. By the time she arrived at the BayWatch, she had already put in a five-hour day. When she had started the quest for the necklace weeks before, she had promised herself she wouldn't become discouraged, no matter how long it took or how little she found.

  Thus far, they had come across the original receipt for the emeralds, and a date book where Bianca had mentioned them. It was enough, Amanda had decided, to prove the necklace had indeed existed, and to keep hope alive that it would be found again.

  She often wondered about it, about what it had meant to Bianca Calhoun and why she had secreted it away. If indeed she had. Another old rumor was that Fergus had tossed the necklace into the sea. After all the stories Amanda had heard about Fergus Calhoun' s abiding love of a dollar, it was hard to believe that he had willfully thrown away a quarter of a million in jewels.

  Besides, she didn't want to believe it, Amanda admitted as she pinned on her name tag. Though she wouldn't have cared for anyone to know it, she had a strong streak of the romantic, and that part of her held tight to the notion that Bianca had hidden away the emeralds, like a gift or promise, waiting for the time they would be needed again.

  It embarrassed her a little to know she felt that way. Amanda preferred the outward, and the logical, routine of sorting through papers and organizing them in the practical pursuit of a valuable heirloom.

  Bianca herself remained as much a mystery to Amanda as the necklace. Her ingrained pragmatism made it impossible to understand a woman who had risked everything for, and ultimately had died for, love. Feelings that intense and that desperate seemed unlikely to her, unless they were in the pages of a book.

  What would it be like to love that strongly? she wondered. To feel as though your life were so completely bound to another's that it was impossible to survive without him. Inconvenient, she decided. Uncomfortable and unwise. She could only be grateful that she hadn't inherited that dangerous kind of passion. Feeling smug about her own unbattered heart, she settled down to work.

  "Amanda?"

  She was halfway through the August reservations and held up a hand. "Minute," she murmured, and totaled her calculations to that point. "What is it, Karen? Wow. " She pushed her glasses back up her nose and studied the luxurious spray of roses in the desk clerk's arms. "What did you do, win a beauty pageant?"

  "They're not mine. " Karen buried her face in them. "Don't I wish. They just came in, for you. "

  "Me?"

  "You're still Amanda Calhoun," Karen pointed out as she offered the florist's card. "Though if you want to trade places until these three dozen long-stemmed beauties fade, I'm game. "

  "Three dozen?"

  "I counted. " Grinning, Karen laid them on the desk. "Three dozen and one,"

  she added, nodded toward the single rose that stood beside them.

  Sloan, Amanda thought, and felt her heart give a quick, catchy sigh. How was she supposed to get a handle on a man who did sweet, unexpected things every time she thought she'd made up her mind about him? How could he have known about her secret weakness for red roses? She hadn't even thanked him for the first one.

  "Aren't you going to read the card?" Karen demanded. "If I have to go back to the desk without knowing who sent them, I'll be distracted and my work will suffer. The evil Albert Stenerson'U fire me, and it'll be your fault. "

  "I already know who they're from," she began, unaware of the softness in her eyes. "It was really so sweet of him to - oh. " Baffled, she studied the name on the card. Not Sloan, she realized, with a cutting edge of disappointment that surprised her. They weren't from Sloan.

  "Well? Do you want me to beg?"

  Still puzzled, Amanda handed the card over.

  "With my appreciation. William Livingston. Whew. " Karen tossed back her long, dark hair. "What did you have to do to deserve this kind of gratitude?"

  "I got him a fax machine. "

  "You got him a fax machine," Karen repeated, handing the card back to Amanda. "Last Sunday I cooked a pot roast with all the trimmings and all I got was a bottle of cheap wine. "

  Amanda continued to frown and tapped the card on the edge of her desk. "I guess I'd better thank him. "

  "I guess you'd better. " Karen picked up one of the roses and sniffed. "Unless you'd rather delegate. I'd be glad to go up and express your appreciation to Mr. Eyes-To-Die-For Livingston. "

  "Thanks, but I'll handle it. " She picked up the phone, then sent Karen an arched look. "Scram. "

  "Spoilsport. " Laughing, she went out, discreetly shutting the door at her back as Amanda dialed the extension for the Island Suite.

  "Livingston. "

  "Mr. Livingston, this is Amanda Calhoun. "

  "Ah, the efficient Miss Calhoun. " There was a laugh in his voice, a pleasant and flattering one. "What can I do for you?"

  "I wanted to thank you for the flowers. They're beautiful. It was very thoughtful of you. "

  "Just a small way of showing you that I appreciate your help, and the quick work. "

  "That's my job. Please let me know if I can be of any further assistance during your stay. "

  "As a matter of fact, there is something you could help me with. "

  "Of course. " Automatically she picked up a pen and prepared to write. "I'd like you to have dinner with me. "

  "Excuse me?"

  "I'd like to take you to dinner. Eating alone is unappetizing. "

  "I'm sorry, Mr. Livingston, it's against hotel policy for the staff to socialize with the guests. It's kind of you to ask. "

  "Kindness has nothing to do with it. Can I ask if you'd consider it if hotel policy could be. . . bent?"

  There was no chance of that, Amanda thought. Not with Stenerson. "I'd be happy to consider it," she said tactfully. "Unfortunately, as long as you're a guest at the Bay Watch - -"

  "Yes, yes. I'll get back to you shortly. "

  Amanda blinked at the dead receiver, shrugged, then replaced it to get back to work. Ten minutes later, Stenerson was opening her door.

  "Miss Calhoun, Mr. Livingston would like to have dinner with you. " His mouth primed up even more than usual. "You're free to go. Naturally, I'll expect you to conduct yourself in a manner that will reflect properly on the hotel. "

  "But - "

  "Don't make a habit of it. "

  "I - " But he was already shutting the door. Amanda was still staring at it when her phone rang.

  "Miss Calhoun. " "Shall we say eight o'clock?" On a long breath, she sat back in her chair. She was on the point of refusing when she caught herself stroking the single rosebud Sloan had given her.

  Amanda snatched back her hand and balled it in her lap.

  "I'm sorry, I'm on until ten tonight. " "Tomorrow then. Where shall I pick you up?" "Tomorrow's fine," she said on impulse. "Let me give you directions. "