Forged Of Steele Bundle Part 49

He chuckled. "Yes, her too, but I would expect that since she's your best friend. Actually the person who's been singing your praises has been Jocelyn. According to her, you found her and Bas the perfect house."

Lena chuckled. "Finding the right home for Jocelyn was easy. She knew exactly what she wanted."

"Then I should be easy as well since I know exactly what I want, Lena."

There was something about the way Morgan had said the words that had heat flowing hot and heavy through her bloodstream. Was she imagining things or had his voice dropped just a little when he'd made the statement? Deciding she was imagining things she took a deep breath and said, "I need to know your likes and dislikes, and to find those things out there're a series of questions I need to go through to make sure we're on the same page as to what you're looking for in a home." She reached for the briefcase she had placed by her chair, opened it and pulled out a tablet.

"Ready?" she asked, glancing back up at him.

"Yes, ask away," he said, moving around his desk to take the chair behind it.

"Okay. Are you interested in a single-story or a two-story structure?"

"Two-story."

She nodded as she jotted the information down. "Do you antic.i.p.ate doing a lot of entertaining?"

"Why?"

She glanced up. "Because if you are, you might want to consider a home with a courtyard, a swimming pool or a larger-than-normal living room area."

"Umm, I have a swimming pool at my present home so I'd want to purchase a house with another one. Do you swim, Lena?"

She looked surprised by his question. "Yes."

He nodded. "I'd like another pool and a nice yard. It really doesn't matter how big the living room is as long as the house has a nice-size bedroom. That's where I plan to spend most of my time."

Figures, she thought, jotting the information down. She couldn't help the visual that suddenly flashed through her mind of a sleeping Morgan tangled in silken sheets. "What about the size of the kitchen?" she thought, jotting the information down. She couldn't help the visual that suddenly flashed through her mind of a sleeping Morgan tangled in silken sheets. "What about the size of the kitchen?"

"What about it?"

She tried not to roll her eyes to the ceiling. "Do you cook a lot? If so, then you might want a home with a large kitchen."

He shrugged. "No, I don't plan on spending a lot of time in the kitchen but my wife might."

She lifted her head from the paper and met his gaze. "Wife?"

"Yes, or perhaps I should say future wife."

"Are congratulations in order?"

"No. But I'm making sure I cover all bases since I don't intend to move again. Whoever becomes the future Mrs. Morgan Steele will be moving into that house with me."

"What if she doesn't like the decor?"

"Then she's free to change it."

Lena nodded. "What about your present home?"

"I want you to sell it."

"All right. Anything other than the swimming pool and large bedroom that you're looking for in the new house? Do you have a preference for carpet or wood floors?"

Again he shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me. Which do you suggest?"

She shrugged her own shoulders. "Either is fine, it's a matter of taste."

"All right, I guess you can show me both."

"That won't be a problem. Now, for your present home, I would need to see it and I prefer that you're there with me when I do."

"Why?"

"So you can point out some things about it that I might overlook, key selling points. We can do a tour and you can tell me things you like most about your house that might hook an interested buyer."

"Okay, you can arrange a date and time with my secretary," he said, trying not to sound too anxious. "I'm flying out tomorrow on a business trip and won't be back until the end of the week."

"That's fine and I'll get on this right away."

"Thanks, I'd appreciate it."

She stood and glanced over at him. "Any particular time frame you're aiming for to be in your new home?"

"Not particularly. How long do you think it will take?" he asked, coming to his feet as well.

"I don't antic.i.p.ate it taking long. There are several new subdivisions going up around Charlotte. Is there a certain price range I need to stay in?"

"No. If it's something I want, then I intend to get it."

Another heated sliver pa.s.sed down her spine with his comment. It seemed he had been looking directly in her eyes when he'd made the statement, but of course she knew she was again imagining things after studying his impa.s.sive expression. "All right, then. I'll be in touch when you return. I hope you have a nice trip."

"Thanks."

She gathered her briefcase and headed for the door.

"Lena?"

She glanced back over her shoulder. "Yes?"

"How's your mother?"

Lena couldn't help but smile. No matter when she saw Morgan, he was always kind enough to inquire about her mother. "Mom is fine. Thanks for asking."

"You're welcome."

Lena quickly made it to the door. Without looking back she opened it and stepped out, grateful for her escape. She could handle only so much heat s.h.i.+vering down her spine.

When Lena made it to her car she leaned back against the seat, letting her neck relax against the headrest before snapping her seat belt in place. She had been in Morgan's presence less than thirty minutes, but from the way her heart was beating it seemed longer.

There were times when a part of her longed not to be the responsible and sensible person she was. Every once in a while she was tempted to become her Gemini twin, the one who wasn't the good girl; the one who wouldn't hesitate to let her hair down, throw caution to the wind and walk boldly on the wild side. And the first thing she would do is take on a man like Morgan Steele and see if she could hold her own with him. Just the thought of having a one-night stand to feed the sudden, intense hunger she would get whenever she watched a romantic movie, or indulged in those romance novels her secretary would pa.s.s on to her, made her b.r.e.a.s.t.s tingle.

If she ever became her wannabe mischievous twin, that meant having the courage to trade her sensible four-door sedan in for that two-seater convertible she always wanted-and turning her nighttime fantasies into reality by behaving in such a way that would blow a fuse just thinking about. She didn't want to dwell on all the naughty pleasures she would have.

Lena immediately dismissed the thoughts of her less than sensible twin, knowing she could never do anything like that. Her life was what it was and she couldn't change it. She wasn't the mischievous twin, she was the good one who had responsibilities that took precedence over anything else, including her desire to have Morgan Steele in her bed. Her mother came first.

She was her mother's sole caretaker and had been since her father's death six years ago. Her mother's health began failing her soon after her husband pa.s.sed, making it hard for her to get around at times. A part of Lena believed it was due more to loneliness than anything else because a lot of her mother's problems were more emotional, especially the bouts of depression.

Her parents had had a rather close marriage and Lena was born after they had already been happily wedded for close to twenty years. A number of miscarriages had convinced her parents they would spend the rest of their lives childless, and Lena had been a big surprise to her forty-three-year-old father and her forty-year-old mother.

Growing up in the Spears household, she had always felt loved and cherished by her parents and she missed her father dearly. For that reason she clearly understood the depth of loss her mother felt and the bouts of occasional depression that had followed. Even now on occasion, Lena would wake up during the night and hear her mother calling out for her father in her sleep, and it always brought tears to Lena's eyes that anyone could have loved someone that deep and strong. It was on those nights after getting her mother settled back down that she would acknowledge the depth of her own loneliness and restlessness and give in to her fantasies of Morgan.

She inhaled deeply as she started her car. She glanced at the clock on the dashboard. In a few hours it would be time to pick her mother up from the adult day care. She went there twice a week for social enrichment and interaction on the recommendation of her mother's social worker. Although it had put a huge dent in her budget, so far it had been a month and Lena hadn't received a call from the day care's director letting her know her mother had begun withdrawing, which usually was a clear sign that she was headed for another bout of depression.

Lena smiled thinking she had an idea as to why. Her mother had been talkative a lot lately when Lena had picked up her, and had told her about Ms. Emily, a newcomer to the day care. It seemed that she and Ms. Emily, who was also a widow in her early seventies, had struck up a friends.h.i.+p and Lena was glad about that. Her mother was someone who didn't warm up to people easily.

And speaking of warming up...she allowed her thoughts to return to Morgan. Everything about him spoke of the dynamics of a man who was used to having his way. Well, unfortunately, she had shown him the few times he'd come on to her that she wasn't putty in any man's hand. The only thing the two of them could ever share was friends.h.i.+p. And after her last serious talk with him about three months ago, he hadn't asked her out again, so she could only a.s.sume that he'd finally gotten the message if today was anything to go by. He had acted strictly business.

The last few men she'd fancied herself as possibly having a serious relations.h.i.+p with had painstakingly informed her that as long as she came with extra baggage-namely her elderly mother-no man in his right mind would be interested in marrying her.

She had decided if that was the case, then she would live the rest of her life single and not worry about indulging in a committed relations.h.i.+p because she and Odessa Spears were a package and would remain as such until their dying days.

Deciding she didn't want to spend the rest of the day thinking about the things she would never have, she s.h.i.+fted her thoughts to the things that she could have-namely a big sale if she located Morgan the house he wanted, and if she sold the one he now owned. Pulling off such a feat would pay a hefty commission and she would do her best getting him just what he wanted. And she knew exactly what she would do with the money. She would get her mother involved in even more enrichment programs for senior citizens as well as plan a cruise for the both of them. It had been a while since they'd gone on a vacation together, and it was time that they did.

"You're late, Morgan. You know I don't like keeping Shari waiting."

Morgan slid into the booth across from his brother and glanced up into Donovan's annoyed features and rolled his eyes. "Shari today, Kari tomorrow, whatever. Besides, it couldn't be helped. I had an important meeting that I needed to keep."

Morgan glanced around. The Racetrack Cafe was a popular place in town to grab something to eat and to wet your lips with a drink. Owned by several race car drivers on the NASCAR circuit, it had become one of Donovan's favorite hangouts mainly because his best friend, Bronson Scott, was now one of the drivers on the NASCAR circuit.

Donovan finished off what was left of what he was drinking. "So you did have your meeting with Lena?"

Morgan frowned. "How did you know about our meeting?"

Donovan gave his brother one of his c.o.c.ky smiles that was known to grate on his nerves before motioning for the waiter to bring him another drink. "To answer your question, I knew something was up with you this morning at the meeting in Chance's office. Most of the time you sat there like you were zoned out. I figured you either had had a rather good night or you were finally putting together a solution to your problem."

They paused in conversation long enough for the waiter to drop Donovan another drink off and to take Morgan's order before Morgan turned narrowed eyes back to his brother. "My problem?"

Donovan chuckled. "Yeah, and don't play dumb. All of us know how you have the hots for Lena Spears."

The hots didn't come close to covering it, Morgan thought, leaning back in his seat. However, Donovan, who didn't yet know the meaning of one woman for one man, was the last person who needed to know that. "And just who is all of us?"

Donovan grinned. "Me, Chance and Bas, mainly. We're the ones who've been putting up with your bad-a.s.s moods since meeting the woman. Some days you act like it's our fault that she's not interested in you."

Morgan didn't like Donovan's a.s.sumptions. "She is interested."

"Could have fooled me. In fact she's doing a good job of fooling a lot of people since she hasn't given you the time of day. How many times has she turned you down for a date, Morgan?"

"None of your d.a.m.n business." The waiter placed his beer in front of him and it was right on time, Morgan thought, taking a swallow straight from the bottle. It was either that or smas.h.i.+ng Donovan's face in.

"Well, you know how I feel about any man running behind a woman. Downright disgusting. It should be the other way around," Donovan said, taking a sip of his drink. "And I understand you're going out of town for a few days to hang out with Cameron in Atlanta. I'm sure sometime during your visit the two of you will have a pity party since he's just as messed up over Vanessa as you are with Lena."

Morgan's features grew dark as he glanced across the table at Donovan. "Cameron and I are meeting to discuss a business venture we're both interested in and not for any d.a.m.n pity party." When Donovan merely shrugged Morgan felt the need to add "I hope I'm around when you suffer your first heartbreak."

"Sorry to disappoint you but it won't happen. There isn't that much woman in the world, Morgan. Why settle for just one when the world is filled with so many of them? And now that the Steele Corporation has signed on as one of Bronson's sponsors for NASCAR, and I get to go to many of the races, the pickings are even better. I never knew so many good-looking women were interested in fast cars. Man, if you could only see them. They look just as good with their clothes on as they do with them off. There's this one sista who has a tattoo on her-"

"Hey, spare me the details, Donovan," Morgan said, holding up his hand.

"You don't know what you're missing."

Morgan shook his head. "Trust me, I believe I do."

Donovan leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin as he studied Morgan. Within a year's time two of his brothers had made it to the altar, and it seemed Morgan was h.e.l.l-bent on making it three. He liked his sisters-in-law true enough and was happy for his brothers, but his dream girl was one who was no more interested in marriage than he was. Like him the only thing she was interested in was a good time.

"So tell me, Morgan, why did you want to meet here instead of back at the office?"

"Does there have to be a reason?" Morgan asked, putting his bottle down.

Donovan released a long-suffering sigh. "For you, yes. So spill your guts. Get it out."

Morgan glanced away for a moment and when he returned his gaze to Donovan he saw the questions lodged in the darkness of the eyes staring back at him. Knowing he couldn't waste any more time he said, "There are two reasons that I wanted to meet with you. The first is to let you know that I met with Edward Dunlap again."

Donovan nodded and lightly rubbed his chin, regarding his brother intently. "Does that mean you've finally made a decision about running for that city council at-large seat in the fall?" he asked his brother.

He'd known that for years a number of the African American leaders around town wanted Morgan to strongly consider a political career. He had charisma, charm and an ingrained sense of doing what was right. His community service-as well as his public service record-was astonis.h.i.+ng and included such notable accomplishments as leading Charlotte's Economic Development and Planning Council.

Another plus was that Morgan had been born and raised in Charlotte. The Steeles were one of the first families to begin a black-owned business that now employed a lot of people and who didn't hesitate to pay their employees a very decent salary.

Another plus Donovan knew Morgan had in his cap was the Steele Corporation's infrastructure. They were a company that believed in being loyal to the people who worked for them. When they had a chance to make a bigger profit by outsourcing a lot of their production department, they had refused since it would have meant putting over five hundred people out of a job.

Yes, there was no doubt in Donovan's mind that if Morgan ever decided to seek a political office he would get it. Some even had him pegged as the man who would eventually become the city's first black mayor.

Only a selected number of individuals were born to be public servants, and he'd always felt that Morgan was one of them. And although Morgan downplayed such, Donovan knew that deep down Morgan did want to become a political candidate mainly because of his ingrained sense of always wanting to help people.

"No. I haven't made a decision, but I am giving it more thought than I did before. Dunlap feels the time is right. He's also afraid if I don't run, Roger Chadwick will, and both you and I know if that happens he will hurt the city more than help it."

Donovan chuckled harshly. "That's an understatement."

"I have to know that I have certain things in place before making my final decision, and one of them involves you," Morgan said.

"Me?"