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Eighteen

So Jasmine left, but forty-five minutes later, she realized that Royce was nowhere to be found. Oh, the party was in full swing without him, but that didn’t defuse the worry that settled in her gut.

She knew he wasn’t in the front parlor, because she’d just been through there. Everything was running smoothly and the vendors had given her very positive feedback. But there’d been no sign of Royce.

Next, she checked the ballroom as best as she could. Between the dancers and those milling around listening to the small orchestra, it was a little too crowded for an accurate reading. But she didn’t see him. The kitchen and dining rooms were also a bust.

Though he could have stepped outside to cool off, that didn’t feel right. Besides, Jasmine wasn’t familiar enough with the grounds to trust herself to go looking around in the dark.

Instead, she climbed the back stairs. Several rooms at the front of the second floor had been opened for guests to tour, including a grand sitting room and a couple of bedrooms. There were other completed rooms on this floor that weren’t open for viewing. One she knew to be an office that Royce had set up with equipment in case he needed to be reached or do something while he was out here—which he often had been during the last month or so.

As she reached the top of the stairs, muffled voices reached her. Alert that there was someone in the office, she approached the closed door with trepidation. Why would Royce have brought his father up here? Or was it just someone else he’d wanted to talk to?

She didn’t want to interrupt business. But the thought that he would be taking a business meeting in the middle of their event was upsetting.

At first she thought the door was closed, but as she reached it, she realized it was cracked. The voices filtered through enough that she recognized Royce...and his father. She should have just turned away, gone back downstairs and left Royce to handle it. Instead, she reached out and pushed the door back an inch, allowing her to see a small sliver of the scene inside.

John Nave flicked a silver lighter, then used it to light a thin cigar. He puffed a few times, causing the tip to glow red. “I, more than anyone, know how disruptive women can be,” he finally said.

Royce turned to him. The lamp nearby allowed Jasmine to read the surprise on his face. Unconcerned, his father blew out a stream of cigar smoke. “Yes, your mother wasn’t the first. But she was the only one I made the mistake of getting pregnant.”

“I wouldn’t consider myself a mistake.”

John paused in that way he had, as if he considered every word before speaking it. “I did, at the time. But I’ve checked in through the years. You’ve turned out well. Still, I felt it was best if I married after that.”

Royce scoffed. “I wouldn’t call what you have a marriage. More like a business arrangement.”

“I call it the best of both worlds. I handle the business. She handles the house and our image. And takes the edge off when I really need it. What more could I want?”

Jasmine waited for Royce to say love, but he remained silent.

“You’ve made a terrible misstep, son. I’ve seen the way you look at her. You’re going soft. Besides, that woman has a baby, for Christ’s sake. One that’s not even hers.”

“How did you find that out?” Royce stalked closer to stand over John’s chair. “Never mind. I’m sure I can guess. A better question is, why do you care?”

“Because you should,” John insisted, gaining his feet to meet Royce head-on. “You should care that her middle-class family is going to suck your focus away from your business. Why would you let someone like that stand in the way of achieving all that you can?”

Royce’s voice hardened. “I have never let anything stand in the way of my success. I’m not about to start now.”

John extended his hand to shake Royce’s. “Good. I’m glad to hear that.”

Jasmine’s last look showed Royce and his father standing close to each other, hands clasped, the picture of power and business acumen.

There was no place in that picture for family or all the tender, passionate emotions Royce inspired inside her. Emotions he obviously didn’t return. Had he been pretending all along?

Turning, Jasmine fled back along the hall and down the staircase, holding her quiet sobs inside and lifting her skirt just enough to keep her from tripping and breaking a bone.

She rushed along the hall behind the kitchen, her only thought that she needed out before she broke down completely. Then she ran smack into someone tall and solid.

“Sugar, what’s the matter?” Dominic asked.

Just hearing his voice brought reality back in a rush. Jasmine clutched at the front of his jacket, dragging in deep breaths in an attempt to get herself under control. Unfortunately, that just made the darkened hall whirl around her. “I feel dizzy.”

“Come here.”

Dominic clutched her to his solid chest as he led her to a small storage room where he pulled out one of the folding chairs they were using for seating in the dining room and settled her into it. Then he opened one for himself and sat next to her.

“Now, tell me what’s wrong.”

Jasmine shook her head, unable to put into words the pain she felt. “I trusted him.”

“Who?” Dominic asked, laying his large hand against the bare skin of her upper back. His heat calmed her, centered her focus on that one spot. Oddly enough, it made her realize that the rest of her body was chilled, inside and out.

“Royce. I thought...” Why had she thought that she would be enough to make the leopard change his spots? “I thought maybe he might be different.”

“Was he ugly to you? Did he hurt you?”

“No.” He simply chose business over me. “I just overheard something I shouldn’t have.”

“Maybe you didn’t hear enough.”

She hadn’t wanted to hear more. She shook her head. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Dominic’s hand flexed against her, drawing her focus away from the pain in her heart. “You can,” he said. “Tonight is your crowning glory, and it’s almost over. Ivy and I will help you finish what you need to, I promise.”

Jasmine just hoped that would be enough.

* * *

Royce concentrated hard on the feel of John’s hand against his, letting the sounds of the party in the house disappear. He’d never touched his father before. He’d never wanted to be this close to him.

Just as he’d expected, the grip was firmer than it needed to be—a competition to see who could outman the other. It wasn’t the recognition and respect Royce had exchanged with men like Don Jefferson. Men who were high achievers in their businesses, but who were also intent on contributing to the greater good in their families, their communities and the world.

Royce tightened his hold before stepping in, mere inches away from his father. He had to admit the slight advantage he had in height made him feel superior, even though it was a petty sentiment that shouldn’t have a place here. Then again, his father preferred for this meeting to be about strength, and probably his own superiority to his son. Apparently, he’d come here to school Royce in how he should live.

But he had no lessons Royce needed to learn.

He found himself leaning close to his father’s face, looking him dead in the eye and acknowledging the biological link between the two of them. Then he grinned, because he didn’t have to base his life and decisions on that biology. Or, rather, he’d prefer his maternal biology to any genes this man had passed on to him.

“That’s right,” he said, his voice low but clear. “I’ve never let anything stand in the way of achieving my goals...only my goals have changed.”

John’s eyes widened as Royce’s grip turned punishing. After a few seconds, Royce turned away. But he wasn’t done proving his point. “Success isn’t defined by money, Father, despite this belief system that you’ve built your life upon. I’ve seen many examples in the business community of men who care just as much about their fellow man as they do about themselves.”

“And they’re poorer because of it,” John insisted.

“How much money do you really need to live, John? After all, you can only drive one Rolls Royce at a time.”

The other man’s gaze flared at Royce’s words.

“I’d rather have one or two fewer cars and build a dormitory for homeless men at the City Sanctuary mission. I’d rather make a little less money on a shipping contract and know that people are getting life-saving supplies that they need. After all, I only require one place to live.”

He gestured around the luxury office he’d built here at Keller House. “All of this is simply surplus.”

Royce returned to his post behind the large mahogany desk but didn’t sit down. Instead, he faced his father—businessman to businessman. “But most important, John, I’d rather have the love of a good woman and a family as my legacy than the money to build a huge mausoleum for all the people who couldn’t give a rat’s ass about visiting my grave after I’m gone. That’s my definition of success.”

“You’re wrong.”

“Am I? Because tonight I have my money, my woman and a child with the sweetest smile in the world. A child who deserves a chance to achieve her own success, no matter who contributed to her biological makeup. What do you have besides your money, a wife who couldn’t care less about you and a big, empty house?”

Royce braced his hands on the desktop, staring the other man down. “Now, while this little family reunion has been very enlightening, in the future, you will not contact me. If you see me in public, you will walk the other way. If you see my future wife, future child, employees or anyone associated with me, you will keep on walking. If you don’t, I will make sure you regret it. Because I don’t need you in my life.”

It was almost amusing to see his father draw his body straighter, even though he was facing defeat. “I doubt you can do that.”

“Oh, I can. You see, I know what you value the most, Father. And while I’m sure you had plenty of cronies to help you disavow me and leave my mother poverty-stricken while she raised your child, this is a new day. A new culture. And news of the steps you took to ruin that woman and your biological child won’t go over nearly as well in today’s business climate—especially coming straight from that child himself. Who is now a very successful man in his own right.”

Royce smiled, though he knew it wasn’t a pleasant expression. “So I will warn you again—you keep your mouth shut. That is, if you want me to do the same.”