The coldness grew within Levi as his resolve strengthened. He was going to get her family and Dyson out of her life. One way or the other.
“That’s big of you, Simon. But I don’t want a marriage like my parents or your parents or any of the other members of your social group. You didn’t want to marry me. You wanted to marry a Fletcher. Someone with name recognition and money to help with your political aspirations. And I inherited quite a bit of it when my grandmother died.”
“And look what you chose to do with it.” The façade of sophistication fell away for a brief second, but Dyson caught himself almost immediately and quickly returned to his urbane self. “You squandered a chunk of it on an old building and all this stuff.” He waved his hand contemptuously to encompass the furniture around him.
Levi put his anger aside and continued to listen. Every detail he gleaned now was something he might use later. He kept his eye on Linda, not liking the pallor of her skin. Dyson knew just where to dig to undermine her confidence.
“It’s called starting your own business, Simon. Obviously something you’d know little about.”
One corner of Levi’s mouth turned up in a quick grin. Score one for Linda. Dyson straightened his shoulders and raised his nose in the air, not liking that shot.
“It’s called tradition and family, something you don’t seem to care about in the slightest. Your family is concerned about you.”
“No,” she countered. “My family is concerned about grandmother’s money and they want me to come home like a good little girl, marry you and become a politician’s wife. Not gonna happen, Simon. I’m happy here. I’ve made a life for myself.”
“I can see there’s no talking to you right now, but I promised your father I’d try. He’ll be disappointed when I tell him you’re not only selling trinkets, but sleeping with one of the locals.”
“You leave Levi out of this.”
The pain in his chest receded slightly as Linda immediately jumped to his defense. Nor did she deny the fact they were sleeping together.
“So, I’m right.” Dyson continued. He turned his back on Linda and strode over to Levi. “I’m Simon Dyson.” He said his name as though Levi should recognize it. Dyson obviously had delusions of grandeur.
“Levi Mann.” He didn’t offer his hand and neither did Dyson. They sized one another up and Levi could tell immediately that Dyson wrote him off as a muscle-bound local without too much ambition. A lot of folks made that mistake. Levi didn’t mind. Made his job easier in the long run. Gave him the element of surprise.
“Hmm,” Dyson said under his breath. He headed to the door and turned the locks, glancing back over his shoulder. “You’ll be hearing from me again.”
“Go away, Simon.” Linda made a shooing motion with her hands. “I have better things to do than talk to you.”
Dyson lost his smile, turned on his heel and left the store.
Linda turned to Levi. “Sorry about that. Can you watch the shop for a few minutes while I run up and change?”
Levi nodded, watching Linda as she all but ran from the room.
Linda was shaking as she climbed the stairs to her apartment. Simon and her family had the ability to make her so angry, while making her feel totally inadequate as a person at the same time. Quite a feat considering everyone else in her life saw her as independent and competent.
She let herself in and headed straight for her ulcer medication. Her stomach was burning after her conversation with Simon. “Don’t do this,” Linda admonished herself. Stopping in the middle of her living room, she took a deep breath and slowly released it. Then she took another breath. “Let it go.”
Kicking off her shoes, she padded to the kitchen and poured herself a glass of milk. She wanted to avoid taking her medication, if possible. It was a way of not letting Simon win. It might be petty and childish, but she didn’t care.
Sipping some of the milk, she headed to her bedroom, immediately calmed by the serene space. The pale green on the walls soothed her. Taking a calming breath, she placed her glass on the nightstand and hunted up some clean panties and a fresh blouse. The one she had on was badly wrinkled.
She grinned as she went to the bathroom to wash up. It was much better to think about Levi and what had happened between them in the stockroom. Too bad Simon had to come by and ruin the mood.
But that was Simon.
When she was dressed again, she picked up her brush and tidied her hair. Grabbing her favorite lipstick, she slicked it over her lips. Nothing made a woman feel more in control than being confident in how she looked. Linda stared critically at herself in the bathroom mirror. Other than the slight pallor of her face, and the small reddish mark on her neck, she looked like her normal, competent self.
Tossing her lipstick back onto the counter, she left the bathroom and hurried back to the living room, stopping in the bedroom long enough to grab her glass of milk. She’d take that with her.
She slipped on her shoes and headed for the door, once again grateful for Levi. The thought of him having to deal with customers made her smile. He was so big and strong and some of the antiques she sold were so fragile. Yet, she knew Levi could handle it.
He was a man very aware of his strength and tempered it when necessary. She shivered as she remembered the way he’d brought her to orgasm, pushing her up and over so fast.
She locked the door to her apartment and started down the stairs, Simon’s parting words flitting through her head. She didn’t want to hear from him again. But she knew he wasn’t going to give up. He’d decided he wanted her for a wife and was pissed off that she hadn’t just fallen in line and married him when he’d given her a half-hearted apology for having an affair.
The bastard. Did he really think she was so weak willed and stupid?
Probably.
The only member of her family that had known the real her was her grandmother. She missed her dreadfully. It had only been a few months, but her passing had left a void in Linda’s life. She truly felt orphaned in spite of her parents and her brother. Or maybe because of them.
Which reminded her, she had to call her lawyer later. There should be some news about getting the money from her grandmother’s estate released to her any day now. The will had gone to probate after the estate had been appraised. Her grandmother had made bequests to several charities and friends, but she’d left the bulk of the estate to her only granddaughter. Her lawyer was expecting things to proceed with no problems.
The first thing she planned to do when the money was transferred to her was to pay off the promissory note that she’d taken out to pay for the building and renovations. Even though the note was for a short term, there was no sense in waiting until it came due. She wanted the security of owning her home and business. Besides which, there was so much money in the estate that paying off the building wouldn’t even make a dent in it.
She was lucky the bank had loaned her the money. After spending almost all her personal savings on stock for Past Promises, Linda hadn’t had much in the way of assets. But with the promise of the money from her grandmother’s estate and the income the bank would make on the interest, they’d agreed. It was easy money for them and a convenience for her.
Linda hadn’t wanted to wait until the money was available to her to start her new life. Even with everything flowing smoothly, she’d known it would take months to settle the legal affairs, given the size of her grandmother’s estate.
When she’d visited Jamesville late last fall and seen the perfect building, she’d been willing to do whatever it took in order to buy it. That included taking out a promissory note with outrageous interest.