Reunited in Love

Chapter Two

KERRI DUMPED HER LUGGAGE and purse next to the four big bags from Hong Kong and sent Natalie a short text message: Checked in. Thanks for the upgrade.

She glanced over the brochures about the hotel amenities, local sites and so on, ignoring her suitcases for the moment. It was a ritual so she would know what to do to stay occupied when she had some free time.

She sighed and rubbed her temples. Before, the ritual had usually been pointless. Now, all she had was free time.

Her gaze drifted to the small fridge. Too bad she couldn’t raid it. She could use a stiff drink, but her liver was shot. It was unfair—she’d never had more than two or three drinks a night. Genetics, however, were hard to outflank. Her father’s side of the family could drink like fish, but bad livers ran on her mother’s side, and in this case, Kerri’s DNA came from the shallow end of the gene pool. Her doctor had been adamant that she give up all drinking, or else get ready to put her name on a transplant waitlist and hope for the best. She chose the former. Even Barron, with all his influence, had waited close to four years for a new liver, and she doubted she could do any better.

A minute later her phone beeped. Natalie.

No prob. Ethan got you?

Yes. Shouldn’t you be asleep in your new darling hubby’s arms?

The Skype app rang.

“Why are you up?” Kerri said as soon as the video chat started. She put aside the room service menu and grinned at the image of her best friend—long glossy black hair, pale skin and pretty dark brown eyes.


“Oh my god, your hair!”

Kerri put her hand on the wig. She’d forgotten about it.

“You look so…severe. Are you trying to scare the new analysts?”

“It’s a wig.” She pulled it off. “Ta-da! Just trying a new style.” No point in telling Natalie about the irritating PIs. “Anyway, good to see you!”

“Good to see you, too. I was wondering when you’d get in.”

“Flight delay. What can you do?”

“Ugh. I should’ve checked.” Natalie sighed, then frowned. “Hey, did you lose weight?”

“No,” Kerri lied. She’d lost weight in the last few weeks because of a loss of appetite. The bad liver apparently had that particular side-effect, the only thing she could consider positive. “It’s probably the lighting.” She studied the screen. “Are you in a bathroom?”

“Yeah.”

“Seriously? You’re calling from a toilet?”

“Best place for privacy.”

“I can’t believe you!”

“Excuse me, I’m not using it.” Natalie propped her chin in her hand. “So, what do you think about him?”

“Who?” Kerri asked, stalling.

“Ethan.”

“Definitely not my type.” Liar, her body said.

A well-shaped black brow arched. “If he’s not your type, what is your type?”

“Tall—”

“Check.”

“—dark—”

“Make an exception. Or give him that wig.”

“—and manageable.”

Natalie choked. “You’re not screening for an associate.”

“No, but unfortunately that’s the most important quality.”

“Manageable men are so…” —Natalie made a face, rolling her wrist in a familiar gesture as she flipped through her mental dictionary— “tedious.”

“Only later on. The newness works to their advantage in the beginning. So all you have to do is keep getting new ones.”

“What would you do with a manageable man? Make him lie down and roll over? Sit up and beg?”

“Manageable, not trainable. Although I’ve heard that having a guy sit up and beg can be kind of hot.”

Natalie laughed. “Oh my god, everyone was right. Kerri Heart-Crusher. You want a man who’ll never ever argue with you or try to compete with The Career for your time or affection.”

“Whatever. That’s such a sexist attitude. No one would say anything like that about any of the guys at the office.” But she wasn’t inclined to really argue the point. People always saw what they wanted to see, and if her coworkers thought her cold and cruel for putting work over romance, more power to them. “Besides, I kind of get the impression that Ethan’s heart is pretty resilient.” She went to the king-size bed and plopped herself down on it. “He doesn’t strike me as the type to sit around pining for his One True Love.”

“No, he’s far too practical for that. One reason why I thought he’d be good for you.”

“Seriously? Hey, what happened to your romanticism? You don’t think I deserve a soul mate anymore?”

“Sure, when you’re ready.”

Kerri doubted she’d ever find this “soul mate.” She was a realist and didn’t have time for self-deception, no matter how much her heart might ache at the thought. Besides, to get a soul mate she’d have to put herself out there. She didn’t have the energy for that sort of thing.

“In the meantime, hey…” Natalie winked. “And just in case you’re wondering, he’s really rich, too. So you can make him pay for everything.”

“Is he the blond twin of your newly acquired husband?”

“No. He works for him.”

“Oh?” Ethan didn’t strike her as the “work for someone else” type. “He’s like a minion?”

Natalie chortled. “Hardly. But I thought the same thing at first, until I saw how much Alex depends on him. I’d say Ethan’s got more power than anybody else at Global Strategies. Alex treats him more like an equal partner than an employee, no matter what the job title is.”

Bet he was working for Alex because that was what he wanted to do, not because he lacked other options. Interesting.

“Seriously Kerri, I think he’d be good for you.”

Kerri sighed, half-amused and half-exasperated. No matter what Natalie said, she knew what was going on. Her friend had decided to play matchmaker. Natalie was smart enough to know Kerri wasn’t looking for anything long-term, so she was aiming for something short-term and fun. Kerri had lots of experience deflecting such attempts, and could deal with Natalie’s rather unsubtle try, but she wished Natalie hadn’t chosen Ethan. He was way too dangerous. Not in an abusive way or anything, but the kind of damage a man like him could do to a woman’s heart could be devastating. Like, no recovery devastating.

Natalie’s expression grew serious. “Hey, I heard about what happened. I can’t believe you fainted.”

“Oh, it wasn’t really anything. Just a spell of tiredness.”

“Twice that I heard of.”

“Okay, which one of the associates opened his big mouth?”

“Not gonna give up my source. But I still have friends and contacts in Hong Kong who feed me the latest gossip.”

Kerri huffed. Natalie had friends alright, lots and lots of them. Everyone knew about her father—a retired U.S. senator—and members of the ambitious set considered it an excellent investment in their future to be on friendly terms with someone so well-connected. Of course most of them didn’t know that she wasn’t all that close to her family. Or at least, hadn’t been until recently. Becoming Mrs. Billionaire tended to reshuffle a lot of things, including family dynamics.

“Have there been other times?”

“What other times?”

“Kerri! What have we been talking about? Your fainting.”

“No.”

“You got it checked out though, right?”

Kerri sighed. “Yes, Mother.”

“Hey, I was worried. You’re not exactly the fainting type.”

“I just forgot breakfast and had low blood sugar a couple of times. That’s all.” Not the full truth, but close enough. She hated fudging with Natalie, but her crappy health wasn’t something she wanted to discuss. She hadn’t flown out to the States to bemoan her horrible cholesterol or half-dead liver or the years of damage the stress from her life as an investment banker had inflicted on her. But she couldn’t really blame her job for all of it. Most of the stress had come from her family. Harried as she’d been at work, it was the job that had kept her sane.

And now she didn’t have that job anymore. Damn Barron. After eleven years, why the need to see her all of a sudden? It wasn’t like they ever had a warm, lovely time together.

But there was no way she would’ve been able to continue at Goldreich Stanley. Not after he’d marched through its expensive lobby like a ram, mindlessly homing in on his target—her.

Barron Sterling always got what he wanted. It was his right as one of the richest men in history, a man who was on a first-name basis with every top politician and kingmaker in the world.

“You’re not even thirty. Skipping breakfast shouldn’t make anybody faint,” Natalie said stubbornly.

“It was on top of a really light dinner the day before. But since you sicced Ethan on me I’m sure I won’t be able to escape with a salad tonight.” Kerri narrowed her eyes accusingly. “He said he’d pick me up for dinner.”


“Good. I asked him to sort of watch over you and keep you amused.”

“Amused, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Why him?”

“Because despite what you said, he’s exactly your type. When you say ‘manageable,’ what you really mean is somebody you can get rid of easily when you’re through. He’s not clingy or emotional. Alex told me he’s never seen Ethan with the same woman for more than a year. And most importantly, you’ll be less likely to call in to check up on things at the office if you have someone to distract you.”

“I’m sure Global Strategies’ second-in-command has better things to do than babysit. But all right.” Kerri raised her right hand. “I solemnly swear I will not call the office to check up on things. Even if I don’t have some man hovering over me.” She didn’t have an office to call, of course, but she didn’t want to talk about that with Natalie right now. They could do the whole info-dump face-to-face after her honeymoon.

Natalie shook her head. “The problem is I don’t believe you.”

Kerri sighed again, putting a little extra oomph into it this time. Still, she had no one to blame but herself for Natalie’s lack of faith. Kerri couldn’t remember the last time she’d had a vacation free of a conference call or some other corporate task. “Seriously, Ethan’s too…something.”

“What the heck are you talking about?”

“He’s too intense. Too charismatic. Too distracting and unnerving and—”

“He’s handsome and tall and fantastically popular among women, and he’s not too whatever. Just relax and enjoy him while you can.”

“Only ’til you’re back in the States. The day after tomorrow, right?”

She nodded. “We should totally do something fun.”

“Absolutely.”

“You don’t have to go back for at least a week or so, right?”

“Nope.” I don’t have to go back for, like, forever.

“Good. See you soon.”