existed between him and his father and between him and Mitchell.
âAll right, Mom. Iâll come. But Iâll be bringing someone with me. I hope you donât mind.â
He could practically see her beam right through the phone.
âWhy, Evan, you didnât tell me you were seeing someone new! Of course youâre welcome to bring her. Iâll very much look forward to meeting her.â
âCan you forward all the details to my assistant so she can make arrangements?â
His mom sighed. âHow did I know you wouldnât have kept the original e-mail?â
Because heâd immediately sent it to the trash folder? Of course he wouldnât tell her that.
âSend it to Vickie and Iâll see you on Friday. I love you,â he said after a short pause.
âI love you too, son. Iâm so very glad youâre coming.â
He ended the call and stared down at his BlackBerry. Friday. Hell. Friday was when he was meeting Celia. Finally meeting Celia.
Heâd planned meticulously, not wanting to seem overanxious. Heâd flirted, exchanged long, seeking glances and had spent a lot of damn time in the shower. He was surprised he hadnât come down with hypothermia.
And now he was going to have to cancel because his mother thought that he should go see the woman he was supposed to have married instead marry his younger brother.
He needed to find a date. Preferably one who would convince his mother he wasnât secretly pining over Bettina. He wasnât. Heâd gotten over her the moment sheâd dumped him for his brother when Mitchell was appointed the CEO position in their family jewelry business.
She preferred the glitz-and-glamour facade of the jewelry world over the sweaty, athletic image of his company. It was just as well she wasnât bright enough to have done any research. If she had, she would have known that Evanâs companyâs earnings far exceeded those of his fatherâs jewelry business. And it had only taken him a few years to accomplish it.
His mother wouldnât believe it but Evan was grateful to hisbrother for being a selfish pinhead. Mitchell wanted Bettina because Evan had her. Thanks to that deep need for one-upmanship, Evan had narrowly escaped a huge mistake.
But it didnât mean he wanted to spend quality time with his controlling father and his spoiled, self-indulgent sibling. Heâd agreed, however, and now he needed a date.
With a shake of his head, he began scrolling through his address book in his BlackBerry. He had narrowed his options to three women, when the solution came to him.
It was brilliant, really. He was an idiot for not having thought of it immediately. It certainly solved
all
his problems.
Finally he had a way of luring Celia to him. It would be business, of course, but if the setting happened to be intimate and she was for all practical purposes stranded with him on Catalina Island for three days â¦
A satisfied smile raised the corners of his mouth. Maybe the wedding wouldnât be such a bad thing after all.
Two
W hen Celia pulled into her fatherâs driveway, she was relieved to see Noahâs Mercedes parked beside their fatherâs pickup. She pulled her black BMW on the other side of the truck and grinned at how the two expensive cars flanked the beat-up old piece of family history.
As she got out, she heard the roar of another engine and turned to see Dalton pull in behind her. To her utter shock, Adam climbed out of the passenger seat.
âAdam!â she exclaimed, and ran straight for him.
He grinned just before she launched herself into his arms. She hit his chest and as sheâd known he would, he caught her and whirled her around. Just like heâd done when sheâd been five years old and every year since.
âHow come I never get greetings like that?â Dalton grumbled as he climbed from behind the wheel.
âIâm so glad to see you,â she