Jacqueline
Belpre hung up the telephone on her littered desk and stared at
the man who was standing before her. He was splendid in his navy
blazer and pale gray slacks. His black hair waved gracefully back
from his broad, tanned forehead. He smelled of expensive, sensuous
cologne which was at the same time characteristically discreet.
Handsome
enough, she appraised, and
obviously not poverty-stricken.
He was a refreshing change. Most of the men who came into her
office at Osprey Builders were dressed in tattered blue jeans,
dirty T-shirts, and work boots, layered with grime and reeking
of sweat and surreptitious beers.
"I'm
Christopher Warden," he introduced himself, unsmiling, as though
she should already know his reason for being there and possibly
his life story. He placed a long cardboard carrying tube on her
desk and tugged nonchalantly at the collar of his pale blue shirt,
which was open at the throat, showing a wisp of black hair.
"Jacqui
Belpre," she said, eagerly extending her hand across the space
between them as she got to her feet. As president and chief salesperson
of Osprey, it behooved her to appear outgoing and friendly, even
if this character showed all the cordiality of a prickly pear.
"Leisure
Discovery," he said, barely touching her hand with his. "We would
like you to bid on our latest project."
"Oh,
yes," Jacqui said, picking up the tube, reading the label and
putting it down again. "The luxury cottages on your Egret Island
property. I've heard people talking about that, and I'd like to
bid, but I just don't have the time to devote to a presentation
before your deadline. If you'll excuse me, I have to get out to
my model house at the Shelter Cove development."
"Miss
Belpre, I also have a personal matter to discuss with you," Christopher
Warden said, a note of urgency in his clipped Bostonian tone,
quite unexpected on the west central Gulf Coast of Florida, north
of the Tampa Bay area.
"I
beg your pardon?" Jacqui asked, studying his serious gray eyes,
cold and immutable as granite.
Christopher
Warden cleared his throat and commanded her attention. "I could
have had a messenger deliver these specifications, or ignored
your firm completely, Miss Belpre," he said with growing agitation,
drawing himself up to his full height, which was an impressive
six foot two of three, she judged. "But there is the matter between
your brother and my sister."