The diamond had been missing for over a century, but fairly recently, divers had uncovered a wrecked ship that was supposed to have been carrying the jewel, in addition to other treasures of murky origins.
Really, the only reason the Foleys were interested in the diamond was because their great-grandfather, Elwin Foley, had been on that ship, which might have also been populated by thieves, although that never had been proven. When the transport went down, a few passengers had survived, including Elwin, and according to family stories, he’d snagged the gem, along with a jewel-encrusted chest of coins. But since no one had found either object since, the tale had passed into legend.
However, the ship’s recent discovery had resurrected all the rumors, especially since the diamond and the chest hadn’t been located.
“The Santa Magdalena Diamond came to my mind, too,” Jason said. “I’ve been going through a lot of scenarios, but the best I can figure, maybe the McCords believe that Elwin Foley did get away with the gem when he survived the wreck, and he hid the diamond somewhere on the land where Travis’s ranch is located now—land that used to belong to Elwin before it passed to Gavin, who lost it in that poker game. And don’t you think the Santa Magdalena would pay a few bills for a cash-strapped business?”
“The theory’s a stretch,” Zane said.
“But the timing’s pretty telling. The divers find the shipwreck, rumors recirculate about Elwin taking the diamond, then the McCords express a heightened interest in the property.”
“Whatever their intentions, I’m not about to let Travis be hassled by that family.”
“Glad you’re on board then.” His brother sounded as confident as ever.
Zane shot a skeptical glance at the phone. “What exactly did I board, Jace?”
Right about now, his sibling was probably grinning to himself about one of his genius ideas that kept Foley Industries in the black. “If the McCords want to give us trouble, I say we find out about it ahead of time. Cut them off at the pass.”
“Your lawyer friends—the ones who got you that information about the McCords looking into the lease—will only get us so far.”
“Exactly. I’ll be taking matters into my own hands until we know Travis isn’t in for some harassment.”
Zane waited for it.
“The McCords have a few soft spots,” Jason said, elaborating. “One of them is named Penny.”
Penny. Penelope McCord. Zane recalled one of the daughters of the other family—the quiet twin in a set of burnished blond-haired sisters. A jewelry designer who basically kept to herself.
In a contest between her and Jason, the so-called lady killer, she had no chance at all.
“What are you intending, Jace?” Not that Zane had sympathy for any McCord, but…hell, a lady was a lady, and there were limits.
“Nothing fancy. I just discovered we’ll be attending the same wedding pretty soon. I’ve done business with the groom, so he invited me to his big, high-society bash. I figured I might just happen across her table, sit myself down for a rest, offer my own sort of olive branch in polite conversation…”
“…and feel her out for what she might know, without being too obvious about it.”
It wasn’t a bad idea, and when Jason didn’t say anything, Zane knew he was probably in his desk chair, relaxing with his hands behind his head, content with the plan.
“Okay,” Zane added. “A wedding sounds like a good place to casually learn if the McCords have discovered the location of the diamond, and to find out just how true these rumors about the McCords’s finances are.”
“And if that wedding should turn into something afterward…”
Zane raised an eyebrow. “Jace.”
“I’m talking about a coffee date—or whatever.”
No, his brother was talking about more than that. Zane knew how Jason loved his women, especially ones as lovely as Penny McCord.
Zane was just about to mention it, when he heard something outside the door.
“Wait a sec,” he said to his brother, then went over to check on the noise.
But…nothing.
Still, he thought he smelled a hint of sunshine-like perfume that traced the rough edges of his heart until it felt about ready to fall out of him.
Steadying himself, he closed the door to the dim hallway—and to the very idea of sunshine, too.
Melanie was halfway through the drive to Austin when her nerves finally settled.
She’d only managed to calm down by gazing out the black-tinted window at the passing scenery, as well as chattering with Monty, the town car driver, who, as she now very well knew, had four daughters with tempers as quick as their mama’s and tastes way beyond his table wine budget.
The conversation almost made her forget that she’d been standing in a hallway and eavesdropping on her boss. And that her boss had only said that she was…“spirited.”
She tried not to let that bother her, but it did. Deep inside, she’d been hoping to hear Zane Foley say that she had a great smile. She’d been wishing for a lyrical description that would’ve belonged in a song, like maybe there was something in the way she moved…
Right. Anyway, after telling herself that she was being eleven kinds of fool, she’d found that she was sitting there still listening to him and Jason talking about the McCords.
And the Santa Magdalena Diamond.
If Melanie hadn’t been confused and intrigued by her new boss before, she sure was now. Since she hadn’t been living under a rock, she’d heard about the diamond and how it had been connected to the recent shipwreck discovery. Hearing Zane and Jason discuss all of it just piled one more question upon the other questions that had been weighing in her brain about the Foleys.
Monty glanced in the rearview mirror, checking on her during a lull in their talk. On the downhill side of his thirties, he had thick-lashed, dark eyes that tipped up at the corners in perpetual good humor, dusky skin scraped by a five-o’clock shadow, and a long nose that topped a smile.
“You need me to turn the air on higher?” he asked.
She crossed one leg over the other, aiming her body in his direction and away from the window. “No thank you. It’s just…”
“Come on, spill it out to me. Long rides go by a lot quicker with a good discussion.”
He was too nice to shut out, but she wasn’t going to “spill” anything about Zane Foley.
“I remembered that I left my suit jacket back at the house,” she said instead. “Excellent start, don’t you think? Mr. Foley probably believes I don’t have a brain in me.”
Laughing, he shrugged. “Listen, once I fill up my stomach with leftovers from Cook’s fridge, I’ll be turning this baby right back around, to be on standby for Mr. Foley in Dallas. I’ll fetch that jacket for you and make sure you get it soon enough.”
“Really? I hate to be such a bother.”
He made a dismissive gesture, and she thought it was sincere.
She told him where she left the jacket, before adding, “Must be nice for Mr. Foley to have a driver whenever he needs one. He’s worked for it, I know, but what perks, huh?”
He rested his hand on top of the steering wheel. “Mr. Foley doesn’t take nearly the advantage of his good fortune as I would. Sure, he has a great place in Austin, but