Travis's Appeal

“Dad has a tendency to do a lot of buttonholing at the restaurant. Sometimes he doesn’t know when to stop. He’s got a thousand stories to tell,” she explained. “I’ll just make sure you go home at a decent hour so you get some sleep.”

“Oh.”

The single word echoed simultaneously with enlightenment and just a touch of disappointment. For a moment there, he’d let his mind drift and her words conjured up an image he’d found both infinitely pleasing and damn arousing.

Of course that was what she meant. He knew that. What was the matter with him? “That’s all right,” he told her. “I come from a large family. I know how to make an exit without hurting anyone’s feelings.”

“Then I’ll look forward to seeing you tonight,” Shana said. “We’re right in the middle of the block. You can’t miss us.” Humor curved her lips and then she winked. “We’re the ones with a shamrock in the sign.”

With that, she left the room and joined her father. Travis heard them walking away, their voices growing fainter as they made their way down the hall to the elevator.

Shana’s wink had repercussions. Travis felt as if he’d just been shot with another arrow. Unlike the ones that had assaulted his temple earlier, this one had a soft tip and went straight to his heart.

He slid bonelessly back into his chair.

To the best of Travis’s recollection, he’d never responded to a woman like this before. Oh, there’d been attractive, even beautiful women who had crossed his path, but he couldn’t recall a single one making him feel as if he’d been struck by lightning. And been happy about it.

Shifting to slip his hand into his pocket, he pulled out his wallet and took out the card Shawn had handed him. He stared at it, committing the address to memory just in case he lost the card between now and this evening. It was a date he intended to keep. For a number of reasons. And humoring a client was way down on the list.

“You’re checking out another restaurant?” Even over the phone, Trevor’s voice sounded incredulous when Travis called him later that afternoon.

“Not checking it out, I’m seeing a client there,” Travis explained.

So far, Travis hadn’t been able to get to the crux of why he’d called. Trevor sounded a bit harried and definitely put out that he was asking about another restaurant.

“Why don’t you bring him over to mine?” Trevor suggested. “I’ll make your personal favorite,” he coaxed, adding, “on the house. You can pretend to pick up the check to impress your client and I’ll reimburse you the next time I see you. See, the best of all worlds. Besides, you’ve been so busy, I haven’t had a chance to see you lately.”

“Look in the mirror,” Travis quipped. “That’s almost like seeing me.”

“We’re not mirror images of each other,” Trevor reminded him. There was a noise in the background and for a moment, Travis heard the sound of a hand being placed over the receiver. Trevor’s muffled voice called to his assistant, Emilio, to take care of a late delivery. When his attention returned to his telephone conversation with Travis, he said, “You, Trent and I are identical images of each other.” And then a thought obviously struck Trevor. “Unless you don’t want him to see me because it might confuse him. It is a him that we’re talking about, aren’t we?”

“It’s a him.” Travis thought it prudent not to mention Shana or the odd, almost overwhelming attraction he felt for her. Ever since his brothers had married, they waited for him to make the set complete. Telling Trevor about Shana would just set his brother off on a tangent that really had no basis in reality. “The restaurant I just asked you about belongs to my client,” Travis explained. “He wants me to drop by to see it.”

“Why?”

“Because I get the feeling that he’s as proud of it as you are of yours.”

There was a slight pause and Trevor capitulated. “What did you say the name of it was again?”

That was more like it. This was the reason why he’d called Trevor in the first place. He’d assumed that, just like lawyers and doctors, restaurant owners had their own little network, keeping tabs on one another and being more in the know about a particular restaurant than the average person on the street.

“Shawn’s Li’l Bit of Heaven,” Travis told him. “Have you heard of it?”

“Rings a bell,” Trevor admitted. The silence told Travis his brother was trying to remember something. “They specialize in Irish food—and in Tex-Mex. To each his own, but it’s a strange combination if you ask me.”

“Not if you know the owner,” Travis told him. “The man’s from Texas and he had ties to Ireland somewhere along the line in his ancestry. His last name’s O’Reilly.”

“Ah. And another mystery has been laid to rest,” Trevor cracked. “I can ask around if you want,” he offered. “Just what is it you want to know?”

“If the restaurant is doing well. If there were any health code violations in the last year, things like that. The usual. I need to assess its present value,” he explained.

“Is the owner selling it?” Trevor asked, mildly interested. He’d been toying with the idea of opening a second restaurant and leaving Emilio to run the one presently open.

“No, he wants to put it into a living trust for his daughters.”

There was a low whistle on the other end of the line. “Nice,” Trevor commented. “But instead of taking the roundabout route, why don’t you just ask to look at his books?”

“I will, but I thought I’d get a heads up first so that I’d know what to expect,” Travis confided. “O’Reilly invited me to drop by for a meal tonight. It’s strictly social.”

“All right, I’ll see what I can find out,” Trevor said. “I can have Venus ask around. If anyone has ‘dirt’ on anything, those high-society people she used to hang out with would probably be the first to know.”

The mention of Trevor’s wife momentarily took the conversation in another direction. “So she still wants us to call her Venus, huh?”

The idea amused him. “Venus” was the name his brother had given her the night he’d rescued the woman who eventually became his wife from a watery grave. When Trevor had finally managed to pull her to shore, she had absolutely no recollection of who she was or how she happened to land in the middle of the water.

It was only after Trevor had built a relationship with the woman and fallen hopelessly in love with her that Venus’s memory returned. Rather than someone who had fallen on hard times and was down on her luck, she turned out to be the heiress of a vast fortune. She had accidentally fallen overboard while attempting to escape from a yacht and a pending wedding ceremony that would have bound her to a man she ultimately decided she didn’t love.

“As far as I’m concerned,” Trevor told him with feeling, “she is Venus.”

Travis laughed softly to himself. “Works for me,” he said.

“No offense, brother,” Trevor responded genially, “but that really doesn’t have top priority in the equation.”

He saw the light on his phone turn on. Bea’s way of letting him know his next appointment was here. It was time to go. “Just see what you can find out for me, okay?”

“When do you need to know?”

Travis glanced at the desk calendar to see who his next appointment was. On days like today, people tended to run together. And if not for Shana, he recalled with no small amount of gratitude, he’d really be in a bad way because he’d still have his migraine. “As soon as you can would be nice.”

He heard his brother laugh. “That’s what I love about you, Trav. You’re never in a hurry.”

Trevor should talk, he thought. But he chose neutral ground for his response. “Hey, compared to Kelsey, I’m standing still.”

“Compared to Kelsey, a hurricane is standing still,” Trevor said with a laugh. “I’ll get back to you,” he promised.

“You do that,” Travis said, ending the conversation. Hanging up, he slipped Shawn’s business card back into his wallet. It was already getting worn around the edges.

For no reason, an image of Shana flashed across his mind’s eye.

It had to be lack of sleep that made him act like this, he decided. Like some adolescent with a terminal case of overactive hormones. Hell, he thought, even when he’d been a teenager, he hadn’t behaved so intensely.

Although there was that time when he and Trent had switched places, going out with each other’s girlfriends just to see if the girls could tell them apart. Problem was, he’d found himself falling for Trent’s girl. There’d been a lot of guilt involved before he finally confessed his feelings to Trent. When he did, to his relief, Trent told him that he really wasn’t that into the girl.

Trent’s heart really belonged to Laurel Valentine, the girl who, years later, became his wife.

The romance between Travis and Trent’s former girl hadn’t fared nearly that well. It lasted all of three months. Like a flash fire, it was way too hot not to burn out.

But even that hadn’t felt like this, Travis thought.