Still, there was something about this woman that caused him to look at her again, to reevaluate. He was used to women being visibly affected by his appearance. She didn’t show any reaction whatsoever. She didn’t appear the least bit intimidated by him, by his size, his reputation or his gender. She looked quite young and slender, even fragile, but she acted as if she thought she was as tough as any man.
“I can have you arrested for kidnapping.”
“But you won’t.”
“Why? It’s not because I’m too honorable.”
“I imagine you know enough dirty tricks to fill a book, but you wouldn’t want any of this splashed over the front page of The Charlotte Observer.”
“I don’t give a damn about that paper.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“What you believe isn’t important. Since it’s my daughter we’re talking about, it’s what I believe that’s important. And if you don’t know that, I’ll get a judge to explain it to you.”
“Who are you planning to ask—Frank Emery? He’s my godfather. Emily Anders is a friend of my mother. I think my brothers have worked with every other judge in Charlotte.”
“Are you telling me the judges can be bought?”
Much to his surprise, she flushed. “No, and it was quite wrong of me to imply they could be. Come into the living room. We’d better sit down.”
“I don’t want to talk, and I don’t want to sit down.”
“If you hope to convince me you flew halfway around the world because you care what happens to your daughter, you’ll sit down.”
“Why should I care what you think?”
“Because Cynthia does.”
He didn’t want to believe her, but there was no other reason he could think of for Cynthia’s presence in this house. He still had every intention of taking her home, but maybe it would be better to hear what this woman had to say. After his wife died, he’d had an increasingly difficult time communicating with his daughter. He didn’t understand how the lovable, biddable little girl who used to climb onto his lap to read had turned into the silent, sulking, angry teenager who sometimes refused to eat breakfast with him and often made excuses to miss dinner as well. Maybe he should have taken some time off before now, but he had to have this one last deal to put his company into a position where its success didn’t depend solely on him.
He intended to hire the best therapists he could find, but if Kathryn could help, he’d be foolish not to listen to her. Cynthia had chosen to come here, and she always had a reason for anything she did.
“I’d like something to drink,” he said.
“I don’t serve liquor to guests.”
“I don’t drink liquor. Ice water would be fine.”
“I’ll be right back.”
Ron watched her leave, the sight of her backside causing a surprising reaction in his groin. He hadn’t felt like that in years, certainly not with a woman who seemed ready to oppose him in every way she could. Yet Kathryn wasn’t like any of the women who faced him across a board table or the functionaries who kept his various offices running smoothly.
He had worked with single-minded determination from the time he was ten to get where he was today. He’d sacrificed leisure, friends, nearly everything most men would consider the rewards of success so Cynthia would have all the advantages.
It was clear Kathryn Roper looked down on him. That was all the more reason to be angry he was attracted to her. Hell, it was nearly impossible to be angry with a woman when you found yourself wondering what it would be like to get closer to her. How was he supposed to concentrate on her shortcomings when her body distracted him?
Just then Kathryn returned with a glass of ice water. Her front looked just as good as the back. It was a good thing she couldn’t read his thoughts. She’d probably throw the water in his face.
“Now let’s talk about your daughter,” she said after she’d handed him the water and allowed him time to take a few sips.
“Tell me what you do,” Ron said. “I still can’t figure out why Cynthia would come to you.”
She looked as if she took that as a personal insult, but surely she had to know a father couldn’t just take for granted she was qualified to be responsible for his daughter.
“I maintain this house as a shelter for unwed young girls who become pregnant.”
“How much money do you owe on it?”
“My aunt left it to me.”
“I don’t imagine your neighbors are thrilled with what you’re doing.” People don’t pay upwards to a million dollars for a big house to find themselves next door to a halfway house for pregnant teens.
“Not everybody likes what I’m doing, but I’m a good neighbor. The girls are quiet and well behaved. I don’t allow visits from boys unless I’m present and then only brothers or the fathers of their babies.”
“How many girls do you have here?”
“I have room for ten, but I only have four now.”
“Who looks after them when you go to work?”
“This is my work.”
“You mean you have a trust fund that allows you to do nothing.”
“I have an income that allows me to provide a service to the community.”
Just what he thought. A rich woman with nothing to do, who excused her meddling by thinking she was providing a social service these girls couldn’t find elsewhere.
“How do they know about you? Do you advertise?”
He’d angered her. She sat with her clenched hands in her lap, her back ramrod straight, her knees together.
“They learn of me through their friends or from girls who have been here. When they come to me, I urge them to go to their parents immediately. I tell them all the reasons that would be preferable to staying here. I’m proud to say most of them do go home. Two have come back afterward, but most found their parents were more supportive than they expected. Mostly the girls fear their parents will hate them for what they’ve done.”
“Don’t think you’re going to convince me Cynthia thinks I’ll hate her. We don’t always agree, but she—”
“Cynthia believes your work comes before her.”
“It keeps me away from home a lot, but nothing is more important to me than Cynthia. Why do you think I hired so many people to take care of her?”
“I imagine what she wanted and needed was you, your time and attention, your assurance that she was more important than your work.”
“She knows that.”
“She told me she came here because she doesn’t want her having a baby to get in your way.”
That was such a ridiculous statement he could hardly believe his daughter made it. He wasn’t even sure what it meant. “Cynthia couldn’t possibly get in my way. I’ve hired four people to take care of her. If she wants anything, she only has to ask for it.”
“She still doesn’t believe she’s as important to you as your next merger.”
“Of course she is. If she wants, she can go to Switzerland with me as soon as school is out.” He realized with a terrible sense of guilt he hadn’t even considered that until the words came out of his mouth. If she had wanted to go vacationing