The Bravo Billionaire

“No kidding.”

One of the pink-smocked women—this one skinny as a rail with short, spiky red hair—came out of a door at the opposite end of the hall, leading a fine-looking collie on a leash. The woman paused. “Em? You okay?”

Emma looked over, forced a smile. “I’m fine, Deirdre.”

Deirdre took the collie through the door to the waiting room.

Emma turned her gaze on him then, her expression wistful. “Don’t tell me. Let me guess. Armani, right?”

He realized she was referring to his tattered trousers. “Vincent Nicolosi.”

“Who?”

“Never mind.”

“Someone so exclusive, I’ve never heard of him, huh?”

He shrugged.

“You just send me the bill, all right?”

As far as Jonas was concerned, they’d talked enough about his trousers. “I have something important to discuss with you.”

“Jonas, I really don’t have time right now to—”

He was already striding back down the hall. He stopped at the door that led to the office room. “In here.”

“Jonas, I can’t—”

“In here. Now.”

Amazingly, she did what he’d told her to do, platform thongs clipping smartly as she came toward him. She opened the door. “After you.”

He went in.

She followed, gestured at the two pink Naugahyde chairs opposite the desk. “Have a seat.”

He didn’t sit. He laid his briefcase on her desk, opened it, and took out the prospectus. “Here.” He held it out to her.

“What’s that?”

“A plan I’ve put together.”

She folded her arms below those ripe-looking breasts.

“What kind of a plan?”

“A damn good one.” Since she wouldn’t take it, he dropped the prospectus on the desk. “We’re going to expand this business of yours. You’ll open five new PetRitz locations—in Santa Barbara, San Francisco, Dallas, Philadelphia and New York City. One a year, starting next year. I will take all the risks, and put up all the money. The majority of the profit from this venture will be yours.”

“It will?”

“Yes.”

“And what exactly do I have to do to get so lucky?”

“You’ll contribute your time. Lots of it. And also your…expertise.”

“I heard that.” Her eyes were moss green, or maybe hazel. They kept changing color. And they seemed to be twinkling with humor right then. That little mole above her lip tucked itself into the shadow of her cheek as she grinned.

“Heard what?” he demanded.

“The way you hesitated before you said ‘expertise,’ like you didn’t really mean it.”

“I assure you. I did mean it.”

She tipped her head to the side. “Sure you did. And a Texas summer never gets all that hot.”

“Emma, I am very well aware that you’ve done a fine job here. PetRitz, by any standard, is a success. And my mother realized an excellent profit on her investment.”

“You bet she did.”

“So now, I’m going to help you expand.”

She kept her arms wrapped around her. “In exchange for what?”

“In exchange for—”

She put up a hand. “No. Don’t tell me. Let me guess.” She fluttered her eyelashes, which were curly and dark around those almost-green eyes. “I know. You want me to agree to give up any claim to Mandy.”

He sought the most diplomatic way to say yes.

Before he found it, she prompted, “Am I right?”

“Emma—”

“Just answer the question.”

“All right. Yes. You’ll give up all claim to custody of Mandy.”

“No.”

He glared at her. “Just read the damn thing, will you?”

“I’m not going to give up my claim to custody of your sister. Or at least, if I do, it’s not gonna be because you have paid me off. Oh, Jonas.” She raked both hands back through that white-gold hair and she groaned at the ceiling. “Haven’t we been through this already, more than once?”

“No. This is all new. This is a great opportunity for you to build on what you’ve got here.”

“Well, fine. It’s a great opportunity and I’m passin’ it up—considering that to take it would mean I’d have to turn my back on the dyin’ wish of the second most wonderful woman I have ever known.”