pocket for his tobacco, stuffed a wad into the bowl of his pipe, and clamping the pipe between his teeth, searched in his pockets for a match. Trying to light the pipe, he walked quickly down the pier where his yacht, the Vanessa, was docked. âMaybe by the time you think things over, youâll come to your senses about Kent.â
âI already have,â she said, controlling the fury that still burned deep inside her. Kent had played her for a fool; he wouldnât get a second chance.
âOkay, okay, just promise me youâll stick around until the new hotel is open.â
âItâs a promise,â she said, catching up to him. âBut youâre not talking me out of this. As soon as Puget West opens its doors, Iâm history.â
âFor a while.â He puffed on the pipe, sending up tiny clouds of smoke.
âMaybe,â she said, unwilling to concede too much. Her father wasnât a bad man, just determined, especially when it came to her and his hotel chain. But she could be just as stubborn as he. She climbed aboard his favorite plaything as the wind off the sound whipped her hair in front of herface. Someday, whether he wanted to or not, Victor Montgomery would be proud of her for her independence; he just didnât know it yet. Sheâd prove to him, and everyone else who thought she was just another pampered rich girl, that she could make it on her own.
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A CCORDING TO THE Seattle Observer, the grand opening of Puget West Montgomery Inn was to be the social event of the year. Invitations had been sent to the rich and the beautiful, from New York to L.A., though most of the guests were from the Pacific Northwest.
The mayor of Seattle as well as Senator Mann, the State of Washingtonâs reigning Republican, were to attend. Local celebrities, the press and a few Hollywood types were rumored to be on hand to sip champagne and congratulate Victor Montgomery on the latest and most glittery link in the ever-expanding chain of Montgomery Inns.
Adam Drake wasnât invited.
In fact, he was probably the last person good old Victor wanted to see walk through the glass doors of the main lobby. But Victor was in for the surprise of his life, Adam thought with a grim smile. Because Adam wouldnât have missed the grand opening of Puget West for the world!
As the prow of his small boat sliced through the night-blackened waters of Puget Sound, he guided the craft toward his destination, the hotel itself. Lit like the proverbial Christmas tree, twenty-seven stories of Puget West rose against a stygian sky.
Wind ripped over the water, blasting his bare face and hands, but Adam barely felt the cold. He was too immersed in his own dark thoughts. Anger tightened a knot in his gut. Heâd helped design this building; hell, heâd even outbid a Japanese investor for the land, all for the sake of Montgomery Inns and Victor Montgomery!
And heâd been kicked in the face for his effortsâframed for a crime heâd never committed. Well, heâd just spent the past three weeks of his life dredging up all the evidence again, talking with even the most obscure employees who had once worked for the company, and heâd started to unravel the web of lies, one string at a time. He didnât have all the answers, just vague suspicions, but he was hell-bent to prove them true. Only then would he be able to get on with his own life.
And never again would he depend upon a man like Victor Montgomery for his livelihood. From this point on, Adam intended to be his own boss.
Close to the docks, Adam cut the boatâs engine and slung ropes around the moorings. Before he could second-guess himself, he hopped onto the new deck and walked briskly beneath the Japanese lanterns glowing red, green and orange. Tiny crystal lights, twinkling as if it were the holiday season instead of the end of May, winked in the shrubbery.
His jaw tightened, and a cruel smile tugged at