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Sawyer glanced at her. “Tam—Ms. Kincaid, excuse me, won’t you? There’s someone who’s expecting me.”
Tamara had no doubt Sawyer had switched from Tam to her surname in order to mock her. Still, she was grateful their encounter was at an end.
Unfortunately, she didn’t think they’d also put an end to the subject of a dynastic merger—marital, corporate or otherwise.
Three
The bar of the Carlyle Hotel was as good a place as any for three notorious bachelors to lie low.
Or rather, two notorious bachelors and one notorious groom, Sawyer amended.
It was ironic for him to lie low, since he was the press. But these were his friends.
Like his two fellow aristocrats, he’d grown up here, there and everywhere. Still, despite their peripatetic existence, he and his bar companions had managed to become friends.
And now they had another thing in common. Ever since the wedding fiasco at St. Bart’s nearly two weeks ago, they were imbrued by the scandal of the moment.
The bar, with its dark woods and mellow lighting, was masculine and clubby and the perfect atmosphere to come together and commiserate.
It was also discreet without being sequestered. Because Sawyer would be damned if he was going to tuck in his tail and hide.
“Hell of way to crash a wedding, Easterbridge,” James Carsdale, Duke of Hawkshire, said, going straight to the heart of the matter.
“You could have given us some warning,” Sawyer added drily.
Sawyer had to admire Colin’s sangfroid. Of the three of them, the marquess was the most reserved and enigmatic. And now he’d just thrown not one, but two ancient British families into upheaval with his surprising news at the wedding—and his shock-maximizing method of delivery.
In response, Colin Granville, Marquess of Easterbridge, who’d been the last to arrive, took a swallow of his Scotch on the rocks.
They were sitting at one corner of the bar, away from the few other patrons. Since it was a hot and sunny day, and still a couple of hours from sunset, the dark bar was not even half-full.
“You’re the media, Melton, and you were a groomsman,” Colin finally pointed out lazily. “A double conflict of interest. You’ll understand why I didn’t take you into my confidence.”
Sawyer took issue. “You know I was picked as a groomsman because Dillingham and I are distantly related through our mothers. We’re not friendly in a true sense.”
“Yes,” Colin responded wryly, “but that fact, along with your role as one of the world’s most famous press barons, made you dy***ite for the wedding party. The expectation of glowing press coverage was likely more than Dillingham could pass up. Not to mention cementing the extended family relationship.”
Sawyer shook his head. “As it turned out, the only dy***ite at the wedding was you, and Dillingham got more media coverage than he bargained for.”
In response, Colin raised his glass in mock salute.
“If you couldn’t confide in Melton,” Hawk said, resting his elbow on the back of his chair so he could lean back in his position between his companions, “you could’ve at least told me.”
“Spoken like a true international man of mystery, Mr. Fielding,” Colin returned.
Sawyer smothered a laugh. He couldn’t picture their carefree, sandy-haired friend trying to pass himself off as a mere mister. Nor did he understand why Hawk would have wanted to.
“Right, and what’s going on there Hawk?” Sawyer asked. “The rumor mill, and pardon me for reading my own newspapers, has it that you were more than friendly with a certain lovely wedding planner—”
Hawk grimaced. “What’s going on is a private matter.”
“Precisely my point,” Colin said.
“A private matter, Your Grace?” Sawyer quizzed. “You mean between you and your alias, James Fielding?”
“Put a sock in it, Melton,” the duke growled.
“Yes, Melton,” Colin said, siding with Hawk, “unless you’d like us to quiz you on your pursuit of the fair Ms. Kincaid.”
It was Sawyer’s turn to grimace. His friends knew his acquisition of Kincaid News was tied up with Tamara’s hand in marriage. Fortunately, they didn’t know the particulars about his most recent interactions with Tamara. She’d gotten under his skin—so much so that he’d kissed her. And it had been some kiss—hot and wonderful enough to leave a man thirsting for more.
“I’ve seen Kincaid’s daughter with a date,” Hawk commented, arching a brow. “Always the same one.”
Sawyer shrugged. “She takes a date from time to time.”
“A date who’s not you,” Colin pointed out.
“Just an occasional date?” Hawk probed. “And you know this how?”
Sawyer gave a Cheshire-cat grin. “From the man himself, Mr. Tom Vance, lately of the rock band Zero Sum, and perhaps soon to be the recipient of some very good career news.”
Colin quirked an eyebrow, for once betraying a hint of surprise.
Hawk started to shake his head. “Don’t go there…”
Since he already had, Sawyer gave both of them a bland look. “Know of any good West Coast record producers?”
She was sunk.
Or more accurately, practically destitute.
Tamara stared at the letter in her hand. Her bid for investors had fallen flat. Financing was tight these days, and people apparently weren’t lining up to give money to a lone jewelry designer with a big idea and not much else to her name.
She’d maxed out her credit cards and had already gobbled up her allotment of small business loans.
She looked around her loft from her seat at a workbench cluttered with pliers, clasps and assorted gemstones. Her business had a name, Pink Teddy Designs, and not much else these days. Yesterday, she’d received notice her rent would be increasing, so soon even the four walls around her would cease to exist—as far as she and her business went, anyway.
She’d have to find another place to live and work. There was no way she could afford a ten percent rent increase—not with things the way they were.
She’d never have admitted this to Sawyer when she’d encountered him last week at the fashion party in TriBeCa, but these days she was hanging by a thread—one that was becoming very frayed very fast, ever since she’d left her salaried position two years ago at a top jewelry design firm to strike out on her own.
Rats.
She was desperate—and Sawyer’s words reverberated through her mind. I’m in a position to help you move your jewelry business to the next level.
