The Billionaire Who Bought Christmas

“And Jack?”

A twinkle came into Cleveland’s eyes. “You’re worried Jack won’t want to see you?”

She was more worried that she didn’t want to see him. But the other had certainly crossed her mind.

She and Jack had parted with some pretty harsh words. Still, it didn’t mean she’d let him ruin her career.

Watching the play of emotions across her face, Cleveland patted her shoulder reassuringly. “I think my grandson deserves to reap the consequences of his actions, don’t you?”

And then she got it, she understood Cleveland’s motivation for inviting her to the family mansion. “I’m your revenge on Jack.”

“Nice little twist, isn’t it?”

“He was trying to protect you, you know.” Even as the words popped out, Kristy couldn’t believe she was defending the man. He’d manipulated, hurt and humiliated her for his own ends. He was a cold-hearted snake, nothing more.

“And what makes you think I’m not trying to help him?” asked Cleveland.

“Because there’s nothing about me being in Vermont that will help Jack.”

“Well then, what about becoming a successful fashion designer and winning this year at the Matte Fashion Show?”

Kristy paused. “And I should do everything in my power to make sure that happens, shouldn’t I?”

“If you have a single brain cell in your pretty head, then yes.”

“I do,” she said.

“Then we understand each other.”

She couldn’t help but smile in admiration. “Your marbles are fully intact, aren’t they?”

“That they are. But it suits me sometimes to let people think otherwise.” He gestured towards the glass doors leading to the street. “Shall we get that drink now?”

Kristy started walking. “You know what I think?”

“What do you think?”

“That Jack learned everything he knows from you.”

“Let’s hope you’re wrong about that.”

“So I guess we got it wrong,” said Hunter, looking more amused than worried as he teed off on the first hole at Lost Links. He watched as the ball arced down the fairway, bouncing to rest just shy of the horseshoe-shaped sand trap and a small grove of oaks.

“We damn sure got it wrong,” said Jack, accepting the one wood from his caddy. His mood had been foul for two days now. “And I blameyou for the screw-up.”

“Me?”

“It was your brilliant idea to date her.”

“I wanted to date her because she was hot, not in some Machiavellian attempt to thwart Gramps’s wedding.”

“Don’t knock Machiavelli.” Planning and strategy were the watchwords of every executive.

“I noticed you didn’t deny she was hot.”

“All right, she’s hot. But she was dating our grandfather.”

“No, she wasn’t.”

“Well, she could have been.” Jack pushed his tee into the turf then straightened. He’d gone over and over his weekend in Vegas, wondering why he’d never once questioned Kristy’s identity. Even with all the little inconsistencies in her behavior, he’d never once asked himself that pivotal question. He hated making mistakes.

“If she had been dating him,” he felt compelled to point out to Hunter. “It would have been a good plan.”

Hunter peered down the sunny fairway. “With a solid plan like that, it’s almost hard to believe anything went wrong.”

“Yeah,” Jack agreed as he lined up to tee off.

He thwacked the ball dead on, and it sailed over the treetops, bouncing into the center on the fairway only a few feet short of the green.

Hunter waited for Jack to hand over the club to his caddy. “So, explain to me why we’ll lose less money with you married to her instead of Gramps.”

“Because I had her sign a prenup. You think I’m stupid?”

“You really want me to answer that today?”

“Get stuffed.” Jack pulled off his white leather glove and turned to head down the fairway. He’d spend years living this one down.

Hunter fell into step beside him, the two caddies staying several paces behind. “Let me make sure I’m understanding this. In a haze of passion, on a lark, at the hotel chapel, she agrees to marry you, and you pull out a prenup. She didn’t find that odd?”

Jack was trying hard not to think about the hotel chapel, nor the lies he’d told her to get her there.

“There were other things to sign. And she wasn’t paying all that much attention to the details.”

“Because you’re irresistible to women?”