Matchless Millionaires. Elizabeth Bevarly

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      He’d worked hard his whole life to avoid comparisons to his father. Luckily, his looks came from his mother—a debutante from a rich family—who’d been a dark-haired beauty, right up until cancer had claimed her, just as it had his friend Hunter.

      Beautiful, of course, was just the way Webb Sperling liked them, he thought cynically, staring now at Kelly.

      Beautiful and money hungry. No wonder she’d thought Dev’s bride was lucky to have landed a millionaire.

      She’d chosen well for the location of her store. Tahoe catered to people with money to burn. Just like her mother, she seemed to have an unerring sense of where to find easy money.

      If he had a say, though, Venus would be ruined.

      “You’re Webb Sperling’s son,” she said.

      “And you’re Brenda Hartley’s daughter,” he responded grimly.

      How could she not have recognized him?

      Easily, Kelly answered herself. She hadn’t seen him in more than a decade, since before she’d left Clayburn, and he’d become something of a press-dodging millionaire. From time to time, she’d read newspaper articles about his business dealings, but that was about it.

      Of course, the intervening years had wrought a transformation in him.

      Any hint of teenage lankiness was gone, replaced by lean muscle and the good looks of a movie star. Though she was tall and wearing heels, he easily topped her. And unlike Webb Sperling—who was blue-eyed and fair, though his hair had been turning white for years—Ryan was dark. With chocolate-brown eyes and dark hair, he had a face that was all Roman god.

      She’d felt her breath leave her body when he’d walked in the door. When she’d been a teenager, she’d also found him overwhelming, though then she’d merely stolen glances of him from a distance.

      Back then, she’d have been tongue-tied and dumbstruck if Ryan Sperling had deigned to speak to her. He was only two years older, but his wealth and rebellious bad-boy attitude had made him seem far removed from her in worldliness and sophistication.

      She’d never had an actual crush on him—she’d been far too practical for that—but she’d been able to appreciate his seductive appeal.

      Rumor around town had been that Ryan was aware of his father’s affairs and resented him for it. Ryan’s mother had fallen ill and died around the time that Webb Sperling had been involved with Brenda Hartley, and, soon after, Ryan had departed for college, not to be seen around Clayburn again.

      She watched now as Ryan’s lips curled. “Well, if this isn’t a strange coincidence.”

      The look on his face hardened. Clearly, he was aware of the history their parents shared.

      “Or maybe not so strange,” he drawled.

      She tensed. “How so?”

      He rubbed his jaw. “I’m finding it hard to believe you didn’t recognize who I was the minute I came into your store.”

      Her eyebrows knitted. “And why would I pretend not to know you?”

      He shrugged. “Perhaps you were trying to impress me without seeming to, hoping I’d run back to tell the Sperlings what a tremendous little entrepreneur you are.”

      Her eyes widened. So he knew about her negotiations with Webb Sperling to get her designs into Sperling department stores.

      She felt herself flush and an uncomfortable feeling swept over her. She was still uneasy about accepting a favor from her mother’s loathsome former lover, even if she was desperate to realize her dreams for Distressed Success.

      His lips curved without humor. “Sort of like a chef pretending not to know when a food critic is in the restaurant.” He looked around her shop, his expression disdainful. “Except you calculated wrong, because I’m not in Webb Sperling’s orbit these days.”

      So, she thought, Ryan’s relationship with his father hadn’t improved over the years. The rebellious teenager had transformed into an estranged son.

      Aloud, she countered, “If that’s the case, then how could you know about any discussions I might have had with Sperling, Inc.?”

      Her negotiations with Sperling were still in their early stages. She had yet to see a contract, in fact.

      “I have my sources.”

      She raised an eyebrow. The idea of Ryan engaged in corporate espionage struck her as funny, even under the circumstances. “A spy?”

      “It’s not spying when it’s all in the family,” he asserted.

      “And you all get along so well,” she shot back.

      She knew the company that owned Sperling department stores was completely family owned, its shares divided among various Sperling extended family members.

      “I’m not like my sordid parent,” he said bitingly, looking her up and down. “That’s more than I can say for you.”

      She bristled.

      “On second thought, I should have recognized you. The similarity to your mother can’t be missed.” She felt heat rise to her face again as her temper ignited. She’s spent years making sure she didn’t become her mother. She’d worked hard to get where she was—and, unlike some people, she hadn’t had the benefit of family money to back her up.

      She couldn’t do anything about the curvaceous figure and dark coppery red hair that she had in common with the loose-living, fun-loving Brenda Hartley. But these days, people around Tahoe knew her as the owner of a successful small business and as a respectable member of the community. And that’s just how she liked it.

      “Let me show you the door,” she managed, gritting her teeth.

      He tossed some bills on the counter, much more than the crystal candlestick holders were worth. “Consider this my contribution to the cause.”

      Two

      “Phew! Who was that?” Erica said as she glanced back toward Distressed Success’s front door, where she had just entered and Ryan had just departed. “Looked like Mr. Tall, Dark and Dangerous.”

      “Mr. Tall, Dark and Irritating is more like it,” Kelly responded, wrinkling her nose. She was still steaming over Ryan’s attitude.

      Kelly had hired Erica, a cute blonde and married mother of two, to help her out in the shop part-time, and her assistant was just showing up for the day.

      As Erica continued toward her, she looked down at the bills scattered on the counter. “Well, it seems as if he liked what he saw.”

      “Yes,” she agreed acerbically, “until he realized whom he was seeing. That was Ryan Sperling.”

      Erica’s eyes widened.

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