Ian's Ultimate Gamble - Brenda Jackson [4]
Brooke gave a small shrug. "A few days ago, but I figured what the hell, my money spends just as well as anyone else's, and I can't go through life worrying about bumping into you at the next corner."
She released a disgusted sigh and raked her hands through her dreads, making them tumble around her shoulders. "Oh, for heaven's sake, Ian, we have a past, and we should chalk it up as a happy or unhappy time in our lives, depending on how you chose to remember it, and move on. I heard this was a nice place and decided it was just what I needed. And to be quite honest with you I really don't appreciate being summoned up here like I'm some kind of criminal. If you're still stuck on the past and don't think we can share the same air for two weeks let me know and I can take my money elsewhere."
Anger made Ian's jaw twitch. She was right, of course— he should be able to let go and move on; however, what really griped his insides more than anything was not the fact that they had broken up but why they had. They'd been exclusive lovers. She was the one woman he had considered marrying. But in the end she had been the woman that had broken his heart.
Even when she had moved away to D.C. to take that job with the Bureau, and he had moved to Memphis to operate the Delta Princess, they'd been able to maintain a long-distance romance without any problems and had decided within another year to marry.
But the one time she should have trusted him enough to confide in him about something, she hadn't. Instead she had destroyed any trust between them by not letting him know that a case she'd been assigned to investigate had involved one of his business partners. By the time he'd found out the truth, a man had lost his life and a family had been destroyed.
As far as her being here at the Rolling Cascade, he much preferred that she leave. Seeing her again and feeling his reaction to her proved one thing: even after four years she was not quite out of his system and it was time to get her out. Perhaps the first step would be proving they could breathe the same air.
"Fine, stay if you want, it's your decision," he finally said.
Brooke lifted her chin. Yes, it would be her decision. There was no doubt in her mind if it was left up to him. he would toss her out on her butt, possibly right smack into Lake Tahoe. "Then I'm staying. Now if you'll excuse me I want to begin enjoying my vacation."
She went to the elevator and without glancing back at him pushed a button, and when the doors opened she stepped inside. When she turned, their gazes met again, and it was during that brief moment of eye contact before the doors swooshed closed that he thought he saw something flicker in the depths of her dark eyes. Cockiness? Regret? Lust?
Ian drew his brows together sharply. How could he move on and put things behind him when the anger he felt whenever he thought of what she'd done was still as intense as it had always been?
Moving around his desk he pushed a button. Within seconds Vance's deep voice came on the line. "Yes Ian?"
"Ms. Chamberlain is on her way back down."
"All right. Do you want me to keep an eye on her while she's here?"
"No," Ian said quickly. For some reason the thought of someone else— especially another man— keeping an eye on Brooke didn't sit well with him. Deciding he owed his friend some sort of explanation he said, "Brooke and I have a history we need to bun'."
"Figured as much."
".And another thing.. Vance She's a federal agent for the FBI."
Ian heard his friend mutter a curse word under his breath before asking, "She's here for business or pleasure'?"
"She claims it's pleasure, but I'm going to keep an eye on her to be sure. For all I know, some case or another might have brought her to these parts, and depending on what, it could mean bad publicity for the Cascade."
"Wouldn't she tell you if she were here on business?"
Ian's chuckle was hard and cold. "No. she wouldn't tell me a damn thing. Loyalty isn't one of Brooke Chamberlain's