Diamonds Are For Lovers. Yvonne Lindsay

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      Quinn listened in disbelief as his closest friend related how his mother, shortly before she died, told him he was not her birth child. She’d found him as a two-year-old at the site of a fatal car accident. The car had been washed into a river and the two other occupants were dead.

      Jake rubbed his eyes wearily. “I thought she was delirious. And when she insisted that I was Howard Blackstone’s son, I was sure she was delirious.”

      Quinn’s eyes felt like saucers. He raised his hand. “Back up. This was before she died?”

      “I didn’t mention it at the funeral because … well, I just didn’t believe it. But I’ve been going through the house.” He opened the briefcase he’d laid on the other chair and took out a large scrapbook. “It’s all in there, Quinn.” He patted the book. “God Almighty, I’ve never been so scared in my life.”

      Quinn rose with the bottle and walked around the desk to top up Jake’s glass. He perched on the edge of the desk and put out his hand for the scrapbook.

      Jake kept talking as Quinn flipped the pages.

      “How I was kidnapped as a toddler by the housekeeper and her boyfriend. How they sent a ransom note and Howard did all he could to get me back, but on the way to pick up the money, the car crashed.”

      Quinn glanced at him periodically while reading the newspaper clippings. He tried to imagine the dark-haired little boy in the photos as a grown man, even as his rational mind rejected the notion. He glanced up at Jake’s dark green eyes, coal-black hair and at the fully formed widow’s peak—as opposed to just a hint of one in the baby photos.

      “My mother happened on the accident and it all went a bit haywire. She’d lost a baby the year before to SIDS and was on the run from her deadbeat boyfriend. She was going somewhere where no one knew her. Anyway, she was probably a little crazy at the time—hormones, grief, whatever—so she picked me up and passed me off as her own.”

      Quinn got to the last page and snapped the book shut. The dates could work, though it would make Jake a year older. It must be true, or else a very elaborate hoax, but why would April, Jake’s mother, lie at the end when she had nothing to lose?

      “My God,” he breathed. “You’re a Blackstone.”

      “I’m not a Blackstone!” Jake countered, then he put his face in his hands. “What the hell am I going to do now?”

      They talked and drank all afternoon. Quinn suggested a DNA test to eliminate April as his birth mother.

      “Already done it,” Jake said. “The results should be through in a few days.”

      They agreed he should talk to his lawyers and accountants. It was common knowledge that Howard Blackstone’s amended will instructed a six-month delay of disbursements pertaining to James while his whereabouts were investigated. Jake thought April’s ex-husband, Bill Kellerman, must have got wind of the investigation and threatened her, so she decided to forewarn him.

      The living Blackstones were not likely to welcome him with open arms. Matt Hammond’s intention to stir things up in the Blackstone boardroom was another complication. “You’ll need Matt onside in case they turn on you,” Quinn warned. “And watch your back. Ryan and Ric Perrini are chips off the old block. Don’t trust anyone. The Blackstones have a leak somewhere in their organisation.” That much he knew. Someone close to the Blackstones was providing little snippets of information to those in the industry. That was how Quinn had stumbled onto Ryan and Jessica’s wedding plans.

      When Dani arrived home a while later, she popped her head in the office to ask if they wanted coffee. Though they both probably needed coffee by this point, judging by the depleted brandy bottle, they declined.

      “Don’t worry,” Quinn reassured his friend when he saw him staring after Dani. “I’ll keep it quiet.”

      Jake turned his head to look at him. “You serious about her?”

      The million-dollar question, Quinn thought, leaning back and folding his arms. “Define serious.”

      “I couldn’t define squat at the moment.”

      Quinn had given considerable thought to the question but was little closer to an answer. At his mother’s funeral, Jake had spoken of the importance of family, which made Quinn think of the relationships that were vital to him. He was as proud of Lucy, who’d dragged herself up from nothing, as if she were his real sister. Watching Jake grow into the confident, successful business baron he was had been one of Quinn’s greatest pleasures in life, and he had no qualms that however upsetting the situation with the Blackstones became, Jake would face it squarely and prevail. Even his parents were constantly motivated to change things for the better. They were now busy fund-raising for a caravan to take to the inner-city streets as a drop-in centre for the street kids of Newtown.

      Quinn loved them all and was proud to share in their successes, but sharing was nothing new for him. He’d grown up sharing everything until Laura died—and then he had nothing left. He’d closed himself off, kept his motor idling, but somehow had stalled here in Port Douglas.

      He was passionate about his work, hugely successful, but he did have to question whether or not he was growing. Because from where he sat, he was doing the same things he was five years ago, while everyone else had moved on.

      Quinn stared at a point somewhere above his friend’s shoulder. “I’ve always felt it was unfair to ask a woman to sit around waiting while I’m off travelling the globe.”

      “Liar!” scoffed Jake. “You’ve never even considered asking a woman to sit around waiting for you.”

      Quinn grinned and picked up his glass. He made a thoughtful study of his friend through the amber liquid. “There’s this woman I know in Milan. I see her every three or four months for one or two nights. I like her, but we both know that’s all it is, a one-night stand every so often. I remember her birthday, I buy her nice things, take her out somewhere nice….” He emptied his glass in one swallow, grimacing at the burn. “But that’s all there is. I was happy with that, damn it!”

      “About time.” Jake stood and approached the desk, tipping the bottle up to empty the last drops into Quinn’s glass.

      “You can talk!” he retorted. His grin faded. “She’s like no one else. Every minute with her is a keeper. Suddenly, my life, which I’ve always thoroughly enjoyed—”

      “Stinks!” Jake nodded sympathetically.

      “No!” Quinn drained his glass and his eyes watered. “It just seems a bit lame, that’s all.”

      After he poured Jake into a cab and sent him off to the airport, Quinn went to find Dani, nursing a moderate headache from the effects of the brandy. She lay mostly submerged in a bath full of fragrant bubbles, chewing her nails. He tapped her hand away, admonishing her. “You going out, I suppose?”

      She nodded. “I didn’t think you would want to come.”

      Quinn sat on the edge of the bath, the steam and the brandy fuzzing his brain. He most certainly didn’t want to spend the evening with the Blackstones.

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