I’m only talking common sense. You’re in a position to help an old friend and make a nice little commission yourself on the side. It’s not like I’m asking you to seduce the guy. It’s obvious you two already have something going. Think about it, Fil, that’s all I’m saying. Just think about it.“
Filomena smiled dangerously. „Brady, old friend, I learned everything I needed to know about you nine years ago, and the most important thing I learned was that you can’t be trusted. I never get involved in business arrangements with people I can’t trust. I’m sure you can understand that. It’s just common sense. Goodbye, Brady. Go home to your wife. You wanted her badly enough nine years ago.“ She started to slide out of the booth.
Brady looked at her knowingly. „You still haven’t gotten over it, have you, Fil? You’re still hurting because of what happened back then. That’s why you’ve never married, isn’t it? That’s why you’re so upset. But things are different now. I’ve changed and you’ve changed. You’re a much more interesting woman these days. This time around we could really have something together, you and I.“
„Don’t hold your breath, Brady,“ Filomena said bluntly, and turned to walk out of the restaurant. She was aware of the interested glances from Muriel and the other customers, but she was too angry to pay much attention. Brady Paxton hadn’t changed much over the years. He was still a snake. She felt sorry for Gloria, who by now had probably discovered that for herself.
Filomena tossed her purse onto the passenger seat of the Porsche and slipped behind the wheel. As soon as she felt the familiar confines of the car, she began to relax. She shouldn’t have let Brady get to her. She wouldn’t have if he hadn’t thrown her relationship with Trent Ravinder in her face and asked her to spy on the man.
Being asked to betray Ravinder really did something to her normally placid temper. She shuddered to think what Trent himself would have to say if he knew what had just happened.
Better to let sleeping dogs lie, Filomena thought as she put the Porsche in gear and pulled out onto the main road.
Trent claimed he was here for a vacation, and she was inclined to believe him. Whatever else you could say about the man, he appeared to be rigid on the subject of honesty and his own integrity. He wouldn’t lie, and he wouldn’t take kindly to the idea that someone was plotting to use Filomena against him. No sense risking his temper. It was probably a heck of a lot worse than her own.
By the time she was pulling into the parking lot of the Gallant Lake Lodge, Filomena’s mood was back to normal.
She got out of the car and began retrieving the packages she had stashed in the back.
„I’ll give you a hand,“ Trent said behind her.
Filomena straightened abruptly, startled by the sound of his voice. She blinked as she looked at him in the sunlight. He seemed very large standing there in his faded denims, plaid shirt and scuffed boots. Very large and very much at home in the setting of lake and trees and sky. He didn’t look at all like a high-powered businessman today. He looked more like a man who made his living working outdoors with his hands.
„Hi, Trent,“ Filomena said politely, automatically edging a couple of steps away from him. It was a habit she had around large males. „How was the fishing?“
„The fishing was fine. It usually is with your father along.“ He took one of the packages out of her arms and eyed her assessingly. „Why do you do that?“
„Do what?“
„Move away from me whenever I get close.“
Filomena shrugged as she started up the path toward her parents’ quarters. „I just don’t like people looming over me, that’s all.“
„Especially men?“ he asked politely as he followed her up the path.
„Especially men,“ she agreed sweetly. „They tend to block the light. Are we eating the fish you caught for lunch
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