The Billionaire’s Bidding

He swore out loud.

“What time is it?” she groaned, covering her ears in time for the second ring.

“Around one,” he said, picking up the receiver before it could vibrate his eardrums a third time. “Yeah?”

“Where the hell were you?” barked Nathaniel.

“Dinner. The beach. Why?”

“Because you’re about to lose half a billion dollars, that’s why.”

Alex sat up straight, his brain shifting gears faster than a Formula One driver. “What happened? Where are you?”

“David happened. And I’m still in New York.”

“David?” asked Alex.

Emma sat bolt upright. “What about David? Is Katie all right?”

Alex held up a finger. He wasn’t trying to be dismissive, but he needed to hear what Nathaniel had to say.

“David, that slimy, underhanded son-of-a-bitch, is attempting to sell the Kayven Island Resort.”

Alex reflexively glanced around. “Huh?”

“Please, cousin, tell me you’re a director of McKinley Inns. Tell me the paperwork is done. Tell me Emma and Katie don’t still have control of that company.”

Alex’s gaze shifted to Emma.

“What?” she asked.

“Alex?” Nathaniel prompted.

“The lawyers are drafting right now.”

“Are you telling me nothing’s been signed?”

“Only the loan to McKinley.”

“Shit.”

Alex’s tone was harsh. “What the hell is going on, Nate?”

“Cranston’s flashing a power of attorney signed by those two women.”

That didn’t make any sense. None at all. “Hang on.” Alex covered the receiver.

Emma was watching him with an impatient look of confusion.

He kept his voice even. It had to be a mistake, or maybe a forgery. “Nathaniel says David Cranston has a power of attorney.”

She drew back on the bed, shifting the covers away. “For what?”

“Did you sign anything for him?”

She shook her head. “No.” Then she stopped shaking and her eyes narrowed. “Wait. There was one thing. An authorization to redecorate a bed-and-breakfast in Knaresborough. It’s a tiny little place. Nothing important.”

Alex returned to the phone. “She says all he can do is redecorate some bed-and-breakfast.”

“It’s not redecorating. And it’s not a bed-and-breakfast. The man is authorized to sell any and all McKinley properties. He’s cutting a deal with Murdoch and DreamLodge. For an obscene commission.”

“How do you know-don’t answer that.” Alex went back to Emma. “Did you read it carefully?”

Her eyes went wide, and her face paled.

“Did you read it at all?”

“We’d already talked about it…” Her features pinched, and her hands fisted around the blanket. “With the wedding and all…I signed so many stacks of paper.”

He let out a pithy swearword.

“Yeah,” said Nathaniel. “Now you’re catching on. You get your ass on a plane.”

Alex glanced to the rain battered window and the pitch black beyond. “Can you stall?”

“I’ve already put his entire legal team on retainer, had them declare a conflict of interest, and forced him to find new attorneys. You don’t want to know what that cost me.”

“Did you talk to Katie.”

“Hell, yes.”

“Can she stop it?”

“Not without Emma.”

Alex closed his eyes and willed the wind and rain to stop. “We’ll be there as soon as humanly possible.”

“Get here now.” The line went dead.

Alex set down the phone.

“Alex?” Emma whispered hoarsely.

He stared at her. There was no easy way to say this. “David is trying to sell the Kayven Island Resort.”

She blinked back in silence. “Why?”

Alex’s stomach clenched to walnut size.

Why?

Because its value is about to rise to half a billion dollars.

Sorry I forgot to mention that before you married me.

Emma understood the words “trying to sell Kayven Island.” It was the meaning that eluded her.

David was redecorating in Knaresborough. And, as far as she knew, hadn’t had anything to do with the Kayven Island property.

“Why would he do that?” she repeated into the rain-dotted silence. She got that something was wrong. But she couldn’t get the puzzle pieces to connect inside her head.

“For a big, fat commission from Murdoch.” Alex raked a hand through his hair. “Why didn’t Katie see-”

“Back up,” said Emma, clambering off the bed and shrugging into one of the hotel robes. “Murdoch?”

Alex’s eyes went hard as granite. “Murdoch bribed David to find a way to sell him Kayven Island.”

“He wanted it that bad?” Sure it was a nice resort, but it served a small niche market. It commanded steep rates, so it was often half empty. Nobody was getting rich off Kayven Island anytime soon.

A muscle clenched near Alex’s right eye. He grabbed his boxers and retrieved a pair of slacks from the closet. “We have to get to the airport.”

“In this?”

“It’ll let up eventually. As soon as there’s a break in the ceiling, we’re taking off.”

“But what did Nathaniel say?”

Alex seemed completely serious about heading for the airport, so Emma discarded the robe and pulled on a cotton dress.

“Just what I told you,” said Alex.

“You haven’t told me anything.”

Keeping his back to her, he moved around the room as he spoke. “David duped you and Katie into signing a power of attorney that somehow allowed him to make a deal on Kayven Island. Nathaniel is trying to hold him off, but we need to get back to NewYork.”

Emma watched his furtive packing. “What aren’t you telling me?” Was it a done deal? Had they already lost the resort?

“Nothing.”

“Has the sale gone through?”

“No.”

“Because if it has, it wouldn’t be the end of the world.”

Alex froze.

“It wouldn’t,” she repeated. “As long as David got a decent price.”

Alex pivoted to face her. “Your employee, your sister’s boyfriend, is trying to defraud your company and you’re saying it’ll be okay as long as he got a decent price?”

“If you’re afraid to tell me it already happened, you-”

“I’m not afraid to tell you it already happened. It didn’t already happen.”

“Then why are you acting so weird?”

“I’m not acting weird. I’m acting normal. Acting weird was earlier.”

His words hit Emma like a sledgehammer, and she staggered back. Was that it? Had the kinder, gentler Alex