“But why would Kehoe hate Addie so much? He didn’t really even have any interactions with her, did he? He’s been a successful Durand executive for years. Why would he risk everything by stooping to the level of child kidnapping? It’s not like Alan would ever consider making him his heir in place of Addie.”
“If I knew the answer to those questions, you would, too,” Dylan said, his mouth tight with irritation at that frustrating impasse.
“It seems more likely to me that Kehoe is transferring his dislike of you to Alice, since he suspects you two are involved. He sees it as you treading on his haloed recruitment territory.”
Dylan scowled. That seemed like the obvious answer, but he couldn’t give his verbal agreement.
“Well, I can certainly keep a closer eye on things while you’re gone, make a police presence known at the camp just to discourage anything. I’ll make up an excuse about there being a theft from the lodge or something, just to explain the sheriff’s department being in the area. But as far as your immediate concern about Kehoe and Reno, Nevada, I have a suggestion: Take him with you. Then you won’t have to worry about Alice and him being in the same place while you’re away.”
“That’s not a bad idea,” Dylan muttered after a moment. “People are going to think it’s odd, and Kehoe is going to be pissed as hell to be pulled away while his precious camp is in session, but you know what?” He leaned back in his chair, already mentally planning how he was going to orchestrate the maneuver. “I really don’t give a damn what that asshole thinks.”
THAT night, Dylan had expected that Alice would be flushed with excitement over her team’s tied win for first place in the team competition. Instead, she seemed tense, tired, and distracted when they returned to the castle. When he suggested she take a hot bath in the Jacuzzi tub and try to unwind, she agreed immediately, making him think she realized she wasn’t herself, too.
After she emerged from the bathroom a while later, hair damp and wrapped in her robe, she appeared a little more relaxed. He was reading a report, half-reclining in bed against the pillows. He set it aside as she approached and beckoned her with his hand. Wordlessly, she came down on the mattress and cuddled up to him, her head on his chest.
“That tub is amazing. My legs and arms are like cooked noodles.”
“Good, you needed it.”
She made a satisfied sound of agreement.
“Did something happen today that made you so tense?” he asked, sliding his hand beneath her robe and stroking the soft, dewy skin of her shoulder. He glanced down and saw her lips part, but she said nothing. Her long eyelashes flickered. He sensed her hesitation. “Alice?” he prompted.
“It was nothing,” she said softly.
“If there was an ‘it,’ then it had to be something.”
She placed her opened hand, palm down on his bare abdomen. His nerves flickered in awareness at her touch. She caressed him, gliding her hand toward his crotch. He placed his hand on top of hers.
“Are you trying to distract me?” he asked her.
She turned her face into his chest. “No, you’re distracting me. You smell good. And you feel good,” she said throatily, rubbing her lips against his skin. His skin roughened at her touch. He resisted a strong urge to push her head closer . . . encourage her. He slipped his fingers beneath her chin and applied pressure. She looked up at him reluctantly.
“What happened?” He read her anxiety like a neon sign. “Tell me,” he insisted.
She shook her head impatiently. “It was Kehoe,” she finally admitted.
“What about Kehoe?”
“He came down really hard on me for this thing my kids did—something that the other managers liked and he didn’t.”
“What did he say?”
She sighed. “I don’t expect you to fight any battles for me when it comes to Kehoe,” she said impatiently. “I don’t expect you to do anything for me when it comes to my counselor duties, and you’ve said you wanted me to sink or swim on my own merits. I can handle it, Dylan.”
He cupped the side of her head. “This isn’t about your success or failure as a Camp Durand counselor, Alice. It’s about Kehoe. And you. He came up here tonight, ranting. I’ve never seen him like that before.”
She blinked in surprise. She planted her elbow on the mattress and propped her
self up, so that she could see him better. “He came up here? What was he ranting about?”
“You. Me. He insisted that I was somehow responsible for you doing well as a counselor, implying I was coaching you. He said he was going to refuse to offer you a position as a junior executive, even if the other managers gave you the votes.”
“He did?” she gasped. “What did you say?”
“That if he did, I’d fire him.”
Her eyes widened.