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  Summer Vacation

  Kimber Davis

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  Summer Vacation

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  Chapter One

  Tricia Blackwell stared out over Lake Washington and sighed. Summertime was supposed to be fun. She wasn't supposed to be spending it alone, supervising the renovation of her parents' palatial estate.

  She took a sip of her wine and shook her head. She'd tried to talk her parents into letting her go with them on their two-month tour of Europe. They'd politely reminded her that it was a celebration of their thirtieth wedding anniversary, and that they wanted to be alone.

  Tricia knew all about being alone. And she hated it. At age twenty-seven, she had everything that money could buy. She had a beautiful home in New York, all the clothes that money could buy and a beautiful, brand-new Porsche sitting in the driveway.

  What she didn't have were friends. Well, not many of them. In New York she had a circle of peers that she sometimes went with to plays and parties. Those same people sometimes invited her out to dinner. Mostly, though, she spent her time by herself at night, after spending the day at the office.

  The office was another story. As the only child of the company owner, most people kept their distance from her, afraid that they would either be seen as brown-nosers, or that they would do something wrong, she'd get angry and they'd lose their jobs.

  Tricia had never had anyone fired, but still, she supposed the idea was out there. She supposed that was what happened when your father inherited an investment firm worth billions, and you were his sole heir.

  She took another sip of her wine and looked at the clouds. Rain would be falling soon, and the carpenter that her parents had hired for their renovation was late.

  A glance at her watch showed that it was after seven. Almost ten minutes after seven and he was supposed to have been here right at seven. If it was one thing Tricia detested it was tardiness. If she had the authority, she'd fire the man and find someone else.

  But her mother had done all the interviewing, so Tricia had no idea who she'd selected. One thing she did know for sure. Tricia had tried to get out of her "summer job," but her father had reminded her that her cushy life came directly from him, and that Tricia could do a favor or two for her parents.

  "You don't really work, Tricia," her father had said. "All you have to do is show up in the office a few days a week and attend a monthly board meeting. Joseph can handle that while you're gone. Your mother and I insist that you spend the summer here, in Medina."

  The comment about her not really working had made her very angry. Hadn't she gone to Harvard? Didn't she have a degree in business? Didn't he make her head of the New York office? If he didn't think she worked, why was he letting her continue to work?

  But instead of bringing those things up, she'd thrown her standard fit, saying that it wasn't fair for her to uproot her life for them. If they'd at least bought a summerhouse in the Hamptons like normal people, then Tricia could at least have stayed in New York.

  There was nothing holding them here, in Medina, now that Tricia was running the New York office. If they'd just move back east, things would be great. But when she'd brought the idea up, her father had reminded her that they'd lived in Washington all their lives, and they planned on staying there, where they knew the region, the weather, and the people.

  Unlike Tricia, her parents had friends. They liked it here.

  She hated coming back to Washington. Well, she supposed hate was too strong a word. It was just that all her friends from school were married now, and starting their own families. They didn't have time for her.

  Her two closest friends from high school were good cases in point. Margaret had just given birth three months ago, and Bev was scheduled to give birth sometime in the next two weeks.

  Tomorrow she'd go into Seattle and visit a bookstore. She would stock up on all the bestsellers and spend her time reading. That is when she wasn't forcing the handyman her parents had hired to work. The man obviously had the work ethics of an alley cat, or he would have been on time.

  Another glance at her watch showed that his tardiness had now extended to fifteen minutes. Not a good way to start a job.

  The clock nearly read seven-thirty when there was finally a knock on the door. Tricia stood in place. She listened as Alicia, the maid, answered the door and ushered the man inside. She continued to face the water. She could hear his footsteps on the hardwood floors of her parents' new home.

  When he cleared his throat, she continued to stare at the ocean, letting him know that if he couldn't be on time, he wasn't worthy of her attention. Finally, she cleared her own throat.

  "You're late."

  "Um, no Tricia, actually I'm right on time."

  Tricia's shoulders stiffened, then she squeezed her eyes shut. She recognized that voice. Or maybe she didn't. Her breathing quickened and her palms began to sweat. There was no way her parents would do this to her. On top of making her stay in Medina for two months they'd hired the one man she detested? The one she never wanted to see again in her life?

  Tricia wheeled around to stare at the carpenter. Seth Watkins looked almost the same as he had in high school. He was large, with dark brown hair. He had beautiful brown eyes that gleamed with humor. And there was a smile on his face.

  "Get out."

  "I don't think so, Tricia. Your parents hired me to do a job, and I'm going to do it."

  "You haven't changed, have you? You were a lying bastard in high school, and you're still a lying bastard. My parents know how I feel about you. There is no way they would have hired you to work on their house."

  "You think not?" Seth's smile brightened. "Well, if they didn't, then where did I get this?"

  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a letter, offering it to Tricia to read. Her mother's perfect penmanship was unmistakable. She fought back anger and tears as the words swam before her eyes.

  Seth's firm was the best renovation team in the area, so Tricia was just going to have to deal with it. Plus, the letter said, Seth's own house was in renovations, so he was going to live on the grounds, in the guesthouse.

  "No. I'm sorry, but this is unacceptable. I want you to leave. This instance." Tricia let the letter drop to the floor and sneered at Seth, as if daring him to pick it up.

  Their gazes locked, both of them waiting to see if the other would pick up the discarded letter. Finally, after a few minutes, Seth sighed.

  "You haven't changed, have you Tricia? I thou
ght that maybe ten years out of high school would have helped you to grow up? I see you're still the same little bitch that you always were."

  Tricia felt steam built between her ears.

  "Me? You're the one who caused all the problems in our relationship, not me. So don't you dare call me a bitch!"

  "Figures that you would think that way. You've always thought the world revolved around you."

  Tricia wanted to scream at him, wanted to throw things at him. Instead, she took a deep breath. When her temper was under control she narrowed her eyes at him.

  "Get the hell out."

  "I'm going to start on the rooms upstairs," Seth said, talking as if she'd never opened her mouth. "My crew will be here at seven a.m. to strip drywall, put up new walls, and then paint. After that, we'll work on the downstairs."

  "I don't think you heard me. Get out."

  "If you don't want my guys to see you in your skivvies, I'd get up early. Or do you sleep naked?"

  "Get out! Get out! Get out!"

  "I don't take orders from you, Tricia. Your mother left me specific instructions on what she wanted done, and I intend to follow them. Your sole purpose here is to make sure that we work everyday. That's it. End of story. I'm going to get my things."

  He turned and headed toward the front door.

  "Don't come back! I'll call my mother and get rid of you tonight." The words hissed out of her mouth, anger seething out of every pore of her body.

  He turned to her and grinned. "I'm going to take a swim before dinner. Wanna join me?"

  "You bastard!" She picked up a pillow from the couch and threw it at him. Halfway through its flight it lost momentum, falling to the floor several feet in front of Seth.

  "I'll take that as a no. See you in the morning, then."

  Tricia let out a howl of anger, screaming again when Seth laughed.

  "I'll tell my mother on you!"

  He laughed again. "Yeah, I thought that might be something a spoiled little bitch like you might do."

  He slammed out the front door and Tricia dived for the phone. When she had it in hand, she realized that she didn't know where her parents were at this point in time. She ran up the stairs to find their itinerary. If things worked right, Seth would be gone by morning. And where he went, she didn't care.

  *****

  Seth kicked his feet in front of him, rolling onto his back and letting the water from the pool wash over his body. Through the open sliding glass door, he could hear Tricia yelling at some poor unlucky desk clerk in London. Or maybe it was Paris. Or Rome. He wasn't sure where Mark and Lisa had gone first.

  Her words drifted out, or more precisely shot out from the house.

  "I don't care what time it is. You put me through to their room this instance, do you hear me! It's an emergency."

  There was a silence and he grinned.

  "What do you mean they put a do not disturb on the phone. Ignore it! Now! This is an emergency."

  There was another silence and he turned and kicked off from the side, listening as she screamed.

  "...don't care! Giving them a message is not good enough. I want them on the phone! I'll have your job. Hello? Hello? Damn it!"

  The sound of the phone slamming against the coffee table made him laugh. It definitely was the same old Tricia. She still had the same old temper, and she still thought the world revolved around her.

  When he'd met her as a sophomore in high school, he'd been enamored of her, of her vivacious personality and the fact she was not attainable. His parents were well off, but not as well off as the Blackwells. Nobody was as rich as the Blackwells.

  Still, he'd stuck to his guns, making sure that they were in the same group so that they would attend parties together. Each time she shoot him down, he'd go right back for another try.

  Finally, in their junior year, she'd relented and allowed him to take her on a date. A month later they were going steady, and Seth had loved every minute of it. Even dealing with her temper and her predilection for thinking that she had to be the center of everything. They'd dated all through their senior year.

  Until May. Until the prom. He shook his head. He didn't want to think about that.

  He chuckled as Tricia's voice bled out into the air.

  "Yes, it's me again. Listen you little shit..."

  Poor sucker. His only crime was working the wrong shift. She was made at Seth, and at her parents because by now she'd realized that her parents had planned this. When Mark Blackwell had mentioned to Seth, while they were golfing, that he needed some work done on the new home they'd purchased, Seth had readily agreed.

  And when Mark had said they were going to be gone, and that they wanted Lisa to oversee the work, Seth had balked. For all of about two seconds. He'd never forgotten Tricia, even after all they'd been through, even with all the hard feelings.

  He'd always wanted another shot and he told Mark so in no uncertain terms. Mark had laughed and said that he'd love to have Seth as a son-in-law.

  "But, you have to tame her."

  After Mark had agreed that he and Lisa would be conveniently "unavailable," and Seth's house would be "unlivable," Seth had laughed and called Mark dad. He was sure that he would be able to sweep Tricia off her feet.

  Seth laughed and ducked under the water, coming up near the diving board. He pushed himself up over the side and grabbed a towel, heading toward the open door.

  "Stop browbeating the poor clerks," he said to Tricia as he leaned against the frame.

  "Don't tell me what to do," she growled at him.

  "Did they hang up on you again?"

  "No, I'm on hold. But you should stick around. I want you nearby when my father fires you so you can leave as quickly as possible."

  Seth laughed and wrapped the towel around his waist.

  "Or better yet. Why don't you go back to the pool and wait for the thunderstorm? Maybe you'll get hit by lightning and my problem will be solved."

  She jerked her attention back to the phone, so he guessed the clerk had come back on the line. Seconds later she let out a frustrated yelp.

  "What do you mean they're not there? According to the schedule I'm looking at, they should be in London for the rest of the week. And, if they're not there, why did the first clerk tell me they had put a do not disturb on their phone line? Is he lying, or are you?"

  Seth watched anger bloom anew on her face as she listened to the explanation coming over the phone. When she hung up without even thanking the clerk he shook his head.

  "Have you ever thought that your parents don't want to be disturbed? They are on an anniversary trip. Aren't you grown up enough to handle me?"

  Her eye narrowed and he pasted a passive look on his face. It wouldn't due for her to know that he found this whole thing very, very funny. It was just a little bit of payback for the hell she'd put him through on prom night.

  That night, that one magical night when things were supposed to have been terrific ended up so very crappy, with him sitting in the back of a police car, and her screaming that he'd ruined her life.

  Fat chance of that. If anyone had ruined Tricia's life, it had been herself. She needed to learn that there was more to the world that her own feelings and he was here to teach her just that.

  "Are you listening to me?"

  "I'm trying not to. Your voice runs up the back of my spine and makes my head spin. It's a little scary."

  "Bastard! I said, I can handle you. Therefore, I..."

  "Before you try to fire me, you need to pick up that letter from your mother and continue to read it."

  When she bent down and retrieved the forgotten paper, he watched her carefully. The minute the realization that she didn't have the authority to can him hit her in the face he smiled.

  "So, let me give it to you in a nutshell. Your parents knew that you would be unhappy about me being here. Hence the cause I put in our contract. They have paid me in advance. If you try to fire me, or get in my way in any shape or fashion and I w
alk. And, I take the plans with me. How do you think your parents will feel if they come home to an unfinished job?"

  "You really are a bastard."

  "No, what I am in a businessman. I don't intend to have you stand in my way of making this house a great showcase."

  The hair on the back of his neck stood up when she sneered.

  "I should have known that you wouldn't amount to anything. You obviously had to force my parents to give you this job. Do you need money that bad? Would you like a loan?"

  Not now, Seth, not now. He shook his head.

  "I'll see you in the morning. Early. You might have the coffee ready. That would be a nice gesture."

  He walked out the door to her scream of, "screw you!" This was going to be one hell of a summer.

  *****

  Tricia took a sip of her coffee and winced. She'd had very little sleep last night, having spent most of her time trying, unsuccessfully, to get a hold of her parents. She was sure that they were in London, but the hotel employees were less than helpful in putting her in touch with them.

  She'd read through her mother's letter again, and Seth was right. If she kicked him out, her parents would lose the fee that they'd already paid him, upwards of fifty thousand dollars. Her parents' bank account might be fat, but that amount of money was still staggering, when it would go for nothing.

  Her mother would never forgive her if she came home to a house that wasn't finished. When she'd been unable to sleep, she'd gotten up at six, taken a shower and come downstairs to make coffee. She'd made it sparingly, though, setting up the coffee and water to only make four cups. She'd already drank two of them, and was now on her third.

  Let the jackass Seth make his own damn coffee. There was no way she was going to be his maid. Or his cook. And she would make sure that Alicia didn't cook for him, either. The little jerk could go out for his meals, or make his own.

  Now, as the clock ticked toward seven, she wondered what she'd ever saw in him. He'd been handsome enough, that was true. And, truth be told, he still was. He was the epitome of tall, dark and handsome, as a matter of fact, which made the fact that he was a jerk that much harder to take.