“Is there a homestead?”
“There is.”
“Have the owners had it long? Is there any family history attached to it?”
Naomi hesitated for a brief second. “May I ask why you’re so interested? Are you thinking about bidding on this property?”
Patrick clasped his hands behind his back and widened his stance a bit. “I’m actually an attorney. I represent the Perry Group and they’re interested in acquiring this lot.”
Both Naomi and Noah bristled slightly, exchanging a quick look.
Naomi scoffed, apparent attitude evident in her voice. “The Perry Group?”
Patrick nodded. “Yes. They’re a locally owned investment company. Very well established and they—”
Her eyes narrowed as she snapped, “We know who they are.”
Patrick looked from one sibling to the other, feeling the rising tension that wafted between them. Frowning in confusion, he dipped his head in a slight nod. “Well, I head their legal department and our planning and development group thinks this would be a great location for their next strip mall project.”
“Were you behind the recent efforts to rezone this area?” Naomi asked, remembering the land assessment that could have potentially put her out of business.
“We weren’t behind it, but we supported it. Bringing more commercial business to this area would greatly benefit the entire community.” He took a slight step toward her, closing the space between them. The rise of her perfume teased his nostrils, the sweet scents of vanilla and patchouli wafting through the air. A wave of heat rose from deep in his midsection, erupting through every nerve ending in his body.
“Not really,” Naomi retorted as she took a step back, widening the divide again as she took a deep inhalation of air. She exhaled it slowly past her glossed lips.
Patrick gave her an easy smile. “So, I take it you didn’t agree?”
“Not at all. In fact, I opposed it vehemently.” She skated her gaze across his face, noting the intensity of his stare. It was heated and unnerving, and she was suddenly anxious to be free from it.
“I’d be curious to know why,” he said, seeming intent on drawing her into a lengthy conversation.
Naomi hesitated, then shrugged. “If I had the time, I’d tell you, but that’s a long conversation and my brother and I need to get back to work.”
“What do you do?” he asked curiously.
Naomi shot him a look, pausing for a second time before she answered, “I own that farm next door.”
Patrick’s expression lifted in fascination. “So, you definitely have a concerned interest in who acquires this land.”
“I do, and I definitely don’t want to see it go to the Perry Group.” There was the faintest hint of bitterness in her tone.
He nodded but didn’t respond, watching how her long dreadlocks waved effortlessly with every movement of her head. Her hair was thick and abundant, falling to her midback, and he found himself resisting the sudden temptation to twist his fingers in the lengthy strands. He clenched a tight fist against his pant leg.
Noah’s expression was smug as his gaze shifted back and forth between them. He extended his hand a second time. “It was nice meeting you, Patrick. And good luck. You’re going to need it,” he said matter-of-factly.
Patrick chuckled, his head shifting in amusement. “It was a pleasure meeting you, too, Noah,” he answered. He looked back at Naomi, his smile widening. “I hope to see you again, Naomi. Maybe at the auction?”
She glanced at him one last time, noting the eagerness in his stare and how the bend of his mouth pinched dimples in his cheeks. There was something about the way he was looking at her that intrigued her, but Naomi pushed the rising sensation away. She took a deep breath and held it, counting silently in her head before blowing it softly out again.
With a slight nod she turned toward the real estate agent who’d been standing in wait with a handful of pamphlets and papers. As the two walked off, Noah hesitated, then tossed Patrick a wide grin, shrugging his broad shoulders. “She’ll be there,” he said with a light chuckle. “She will definitely be there.”
* * *
Naomi didn’t find her brother’s teasing as humorous as he did. He’d been giving her a hard time since they’d finished walking the property. Usually the too-serious sibling, Noah was suddenly the life of the party, his quips and banter more like something she or Natalie would share. She cut her eyes at him, the look expressing her annoyance. But this action only made him laugh harder.
“It really isn’t funny,” Naomi said, her tone snarky.
Noah laughed. “No, it’s actually hilarious. That man had you speechless!”
She rolled her eyes. “He did not.”
“He had you something.”
“He had me irritated. How could anyone want to work for the Perry Group? He said it like it was something to be proud of.”
“He can be proud if he wants,” Noah said, his goofy smile turning into a deep frown. “They’re a good company. People who work there can’t help the kind of man their employer is.”
Naomi sighed, her eyes rolling one last time. “Whatever.”
“So, what are you going to do if they outbid you? Have you thought about that?”
“The Perry Group is not going to beat me. There is no way I’m going to let that happen.”
“I imagine they have access to resources you don’t have, Naomi. You might not have a choice.”
She scoffed, waving a dismissive hand in her brother’s direction, and otherwise didn’t bother to respond.
Noah continued, his tone softer, consoling. “Be smart about this, please. Don’t let your emotions get in the way of making a wise business decision.”
Naomi met the look Noah was giving her with one of her own, both understanding that nothing else needed to be said.
* * *
By the time Naomi was ready to settle down for the night, there wasn’t much that she didn’t know about the Perry Group. It was a large conglomerate of mixed-use shopping centers and mall ventures. If they were successful, outbidding her at auction, the land they were both interested in would become just another residential and business project added to their portfolio.
The company had been founded by Nolan Perry and was currently under the leadership of his son, Garrison. Both were renowned not only for their business acumen, but also for their philanthropic efforts in the community. On paper Nolan Perry was a pillar of the community, beloved by the church he had pastored for many years, and a loving husband and father. His son was following in his footsteps.
Off paper, only a few knew the truth about the man many still called Pastor. But Naomi was aware and so were her siblings. They knew his darkest secrets. They knew, because they were his darkest secrets. The five of them. Noah, Natalie, Nicholas, Nathaniel and she were Nolan Perry’s biological children. The kids he had never wanted to know. The children he had never bothered to love or provide for.
Naomi stared at the image of her father and his family that looked back at her from her computer screen. Pastor Nolan Perry sat with his beloved wife by his side. Their three children, a son and two daughters, smiled obediently behind them. The Perry children had all benefited from private schooling and a privileged upbringing. Growing up, they had never crossed paths with any of the Stallion siblings, who had lived and gone to school on the other side of the economic tracks. If she were honest with herself, Naomi was glad for it. She would give almost anything to keep it that way, having no interest in a relationship with that side of her family.
She sighed loudly as she finally shut down the laptop, sliding it to the nightstand beside the bed. Naomi had vague memories of her father and his visits to see their mother. The two had been lovers for many years, but she and Noah had been too young to understand why he came and went so sporadically. There had been a time or two when he’d come with candy and sweets for them, but very little else. As a family, they had struggled, more often going without than not. Hunger had been common, new clothes nonexistent and toys a luxury their mother could never afford, raising five children as a single parent.
Growing up, all they’d known about their family was that their mother, Norris Jean, had come from humble beginnings. She had been a teenager herself, pregnant with Noah, when she’d followed their father, a traveling minister, to Utah from Dallas, trusting the promises he’d made to her. Those promises had been broken when Norris Jean discovered the man of her dreams had a wife and another family who were more important to him.
After Noah and Naomi were born, a second string of promises, which had never been fulfilled, led to the birth of the twins, Nicholas and Nathaniel. Their mother should have known better by then. But it wasn’t until Natalie had come into the world that Norris Jean finally accepted that the man she loved with all her heart had never loved her enough.
Naomi had never understood their mother’s fascination with the man, but Norris Jean Stallion had loved Nolan Perry with every fiber of her being. Sometimes, Naomi thought, she had loved him even more than she had loved her own children. She had loved the tears he made her cry, the pain that had pierced her spirit, the heartbreak that had been the foundation of their illicit relationship. Norris Jean had often prayed for him, begging God to bring him back to her, feeling abandoned when those prayers hadn’t been answered. For years, her longing for Nolan Perry had bordered on obsessive.
Naomi imagined that her mother would have always been satisfied if Nolan had kept coming back to her. If he had allowed her to remain hopeful about the two of them having a future together. But then, just like that, he stopped coming, discarding her and her babies as if they had never been anything to him at all. After that Norris Jean became bitter, anger fueling frustration, disappointment tainting her spirit. The woman’s heart hardened and what little joy she’d known had evaporated like mist under a summer sun.
Naomi and Noah had been old enough to remember the storm when it had come crashing down upon them. They remembered the mother who had laughed often, light filling her face. And they remembered when she was gone, stolen from them, leaving them with the mother who had been a semblance of her former self. Despite her best efforts, the younger three had gotten the Norris Jean who’d been broken and shattered, their memories of her dark and tainted.
Noah had wanted to know their father more than Naomi ever had. He’d searched him out once, only to have the door slammed in his face, Nolan refusing to even meet with him. Nolan hurting her big brother had only further fueled her hatred for the man. She’d believed Norris Jean when her mother had said that he was evil incarnate and lower than scum. Naomi saw him as a sperm donor and very little else. Now he wanted to take something else from her, without even knowing she wanted it. Not knowing Naomi would do everything in her power to keep him from it.
She twisted a dreadlock around her index finger. She needed to make an appointment with her stylist to have her hair conditioned and the new growth twisted. She moved to the oversize mirror above the dresser, staring at her reflection. For a woman who’d recently turned thirty-six she didn’t look half-bad, she thought. Her complexion was crystal, not one blemish marring her skin. She had a natural glow that made makeup unnecessary and she attributed that to her organic diet. She wasn’t supermodel stunning like her sister, Natalie, but she didn’t look half-bad, she decided as she suddenly found herself wondering what Patrick O’Brien might have thought about her. Had he found her attractive? Did he like her dreadlocks? Would he like her?
She gave herself a mental scolding. She couldn’t afford to be distracted by any man. Especially a man who probably hadn’t given her a second thought. Thinking about dinners and dancing and dating wasn’t something she had time for with anyone. Imagining a man in her life, fantasizing about finding love and lust, was a luxury she couldn’t afford. Besides, she had a business she was building, and despite wanting to expand that business into Utah, her life was in Arizona. Patrick O’Brien’s life was here in Salt Lake City. It wouldn’t work in any case, and luckily, she didn’t want it to. Or did she? She released another sigh, the question spinning with a vengeance through her mind.
Brushing the thoughts aside, she took one last look at her reflection and turned in the direction of the bathroom, suddenly desperate for a cold shower.
Chapter 3
It was going to be a long day. And not an exceptionally easy one. Patrick O’Brien needed to run and he needed to get it done and out of the way before heading into the office. After his day started, he wasn’t sure when he’d get another opportunity and it had been a week since he’d last worked out. As he stepped out into the early-morning air he took a deep inhalation of oxygen. It was just minutes from daybreak and a promise of nonstop sunshine and extreme heat. The weatherman was predicting triple-digit temperatures with a zero percent chance of precipitation. It was already warm and uncomfortable and was only going to get worse. For a moment, he considered driving his car to the gym and running on the treadmill, but he needed more than that and he needed to sweat.
He started out at a slow jog, circling his downtown neighborhood. His South Temple address was mere minutes from the City Creek Center, a retail, office and residential development spread over twenty-plus acres of prime Salt Lake City real estate. The luxury high-rise where he resided was one of the many new buildings, refurbished office towers and retail space that had brought a lively and diverse vibe to the city.
Born and raised in Miami, he’d found his move to the state of Utah had come with some challenges. Being far from his family was lonely at times, but when the chance had come to head the Perry Group’s legal department, he hadn’t been able to let the opportunity pass him by. His association with the Perry family came through his friendship with Garrison Perry. The two had been roommates, both graduating from Brigham Young University.
Freshman year, Patrick had been one of only a handful of minority students, and most students he met were surprised that he was there on an academic scholarship. Weary of the assumption that he must have been recruited for the basketball team, he found Garrison’s invitation to go play hoops with a group of his friends hitting him the wrong way. The two had bumped heads, hard, almost coming to blows. Both were ready to change roommates when an astute resident advisor pulled them aside and insisted they mediate their issues. Working through their personal biases had come with a challenge or two, but then, before either realized it, they’d become the best of friends. Patrick had no siblings and he and Garrison both referred to each other as brothers from another mother.
This was going to be a big day for his best buddy. Since assuming the reins for the family business, this would be his first major project without his father’s input. Since forever, Nolan Perry had been a stern taskmaster, never quite letting go, his hands somewhere in the mix of everything going on at the Perry Group. But this time he’d sworn to stand back and let Garrison rise or fall all on his own. Determined to prove himself worthy, Garrison was set on making his father proud.
Understanding completely, Patrick was committed to helping his friend make that happen. His thoughts suddenly flew to the exquisite woman who would be at the auction...and who wanted the land as much as Garrison did. She was going to be highly disappointed, and that thought suddenly pierced Patrick’s spirit.
He came to an abrupt stop not far from the Starbucks on Main Street, his hands on his hips, his breathing slightly labored. Naomi Stallion was going to be disappointed. The finality of that had him off-kilter. He didn’t know how deep her pockets were, but he couldn’t imagine she could keep up with the bankroll the Perry Group had their hands on. Garrison wanted that property and Patrick didn’t imagine him holding back. His friend had a selfish streak and he didn’t like to lose.
Patrick blew out a soft sigh. He hadn’t been able to get Naomi Stallion out of his head since meeting her. Those few minutes in her presence had him intrigued, and he wanted to know more. A Google search hadn’t turned up anything about her. No Facebook or Twitter page to follow. Nothing about her farm or her business.
In his mind, she was like a brand-new book, waiting to be explored and devoured. Everything about her was intriguing, like a new language to be learned and appreciated, with the promise of a happy ending. She was that sweet discovery on the top shelf in the back of the bookstore and he wanted to study her, to uncover the nuances that lay between the lines.
A woman suddenly brushed by him, bumping him slightly and pulling him from his thoughts. “Excuse me,” she said, juggling the cup of coffee in her hand. Her blue eyes shimmered, and her long auburn hair curled past her shoulders. Her expression was curious and inviting, and though there was once a time when he might have taken the bait, right then he wasn’t falling for it.
“I’m so sorry,” he said, stepping to the side and out of the way.
She smiled, stopping in her tracks as she eyed him curiously. “Beautiful morning, isn’t it?” she said, in an attempt to draw him into conversation.
“It is,” he responded. “Have a nice day.” And he turned abruptly and resumed his run, thoughts of Naomi Stallion chasing after him.
* * *
Patrick O’Brien was standing just inside the doorway of the Cushman and Wakefield offices. His imposing stature caught Naomi off guard and made her breath hitch. Although she had expected him to be there, seeing him so suddenly had her nerves frazzled, and she couldn’t begin to explain why. He wore a designer suit that fitted him like a second skin. He looked different from how he had the other day, in the gray silk jacket, white dress shirt and paisley-printed necktie. His shoulders were pulled back even straighter, pushing his broad chest forward more and complementing his narrow waist and long legs. His shoes were polished to a high sheen and his silky curls had been tamed with a fresh haircut. His stance was majestic and he commanded attention. As she looked around, she saw there wasn’t anyone in the room who wasn’t giving him his due.
Naomi turned swiftly, hiding behind her brother’s large frame. She suddenly regretted not having gone home to change out of the denim coveralls she wore into something more feminine. The dress she’d considered still lay across the foot of her bed, matching sandals kicked beneath a chair. She brushed her hands over her cheeks, praying that there wasn’t a speck of farm dirt or dust looking like bad makeup on her face.
Noah eyed her anxiously. “Are you okay?”
She nodded, looking past his shoulder toward the other side of the room. “Yeah. I’m fine,” she snapped, everything about her expression saying otherwise.
Noah turned to see where she was staring, and burst out laughing. He shook his head, chuckling warmly. “Get it together, little sister. You can’t afford to fall apart now,” he said.
“I’m fine!” she snapped again. “Just anxious for this to be over so I can get back to work.”
Her brother nodded. “What can I do to help?”
She lifted her eyes to his. “Pray,” she said. “Just pray.”
* * *
When the auction started, Naomi pushed her way to the front of the crowd. She clutched the numbered bid paddle so tightly that her hand had begun to cramp and her fingers turn white from the restricted blood flow. She shot a look in Patrick’s direction and found him eyeing her with a warm smile. She gave him a slight smile back, then shifted her eyes away. He’d tried a few times to get her attention and draw her into conversation, but she’d gone out of her way to avoid him. She didn’t need the distraction. She needed to be focused now more than ever.
A sudden commotion at the door drew everyone’s attention. Turning to look, Naomi was shocked to see the renowned Nolan Perry and his son enter the room. Both glanced quickly about, then moved to where Patrick was standing. The trio spoke in hushed tones and then the two newcomers moved to the back of the room to hold up the wall, their arms crossed over their chests. Patrick shot another look in her direction and smiled, his expression almost consoling. Naomi felt herself bristle and then her body began to shake, her knees threatening to give out beneath her. Her brother’s strong hand pressing tightly against her shoulder was the only thing that kept her standing.
Noah spoke, his voice controlled and even. “It’s okay, Naomi. You knew this was a possibility.” He gave her shoulder another light squeeze.
Naomi nodded, tapping his hand with her own.
The auctioneer called for everyone’s attention, announcing the start of the auction. There was a brief description of the lot up for sale and then it started. “We will open the bidding at one hundred thousand dollars,” he said.
Naomi lifted her paddle and gave the man a slight nod.
“I have one hundred. Do I hear one twenty-five?”
Someone else answered the call. “One twenty-five.”
Patrick countered. “One fifty.”
“Two hundred thousand,” Naomi called, cutting a quick glance in his direction.
“Two fifty,” he responded.
Naomi took a quick breath and held it. That land had been appraised at just over one million dollars. She had no desire to see the bidding go that high, but something told her with the Perry Group in the mix she wasn’t going to have much choice. She blew the air she’d been holding past her lips and countered, “Three hundred thousand.”
The back-and-forth intensified. By the time the bidding hit eight hundred thousand dollars, Naomi and Patrick were the only two still in the game. Garrison had moved to the other man’s side, urging him on. With each bid she countered, he glared in her direction and Naomi glared back.
She felt her heartbeat quicken, and her chest tightened with a vengeance when Patrick bid one million dollars for the land they both wanted. He turned, contrition painting his expression as he waved his bid paddle in the air. Naomi bit down on her bottom lip as everyone waited to see what she was going to do. Her budget had been blown at seven hundred and fifty thousand dollars. To go any higher would mean a total reevaluation of her business plan and the productivity her current farms would have to be able to make up the difference. She calculated and recalculated the numbers in her head, with nothing adding up the way she needed it to. She suddenly wanted to cry and had to bat her lashes fervently to hold the tears at bay.
Noah suddenly leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Bid,” he said, as he held out his cell phone for her to read the text messages on the screen.
A series of responses had come in back-to-back, answering Noah’s message for help. Each of her siblings, and her Texas cousins, billionaires John and Mark Stallion, had pledged their support, promising to help with any shortfall if she needed it. Money wasn’t going to be a problem if she didn’t want it to be.
“One million going once. Going twice...” The auctioneer’s voice echoed through the room.
“One point five million!” Naomi chimed. She crossed her arms over her chest as she turned to give Patrick a look.
The man’s eyes widened. Garrison Perry inched forward, the resulting terse exchange seeming heated. Nolan had joined the two men, eyeing her and her brother with sudden interest. His unwelcome, intense stare sent a shiver up Naomi’s spine.
The auctioneer paused before continuing. “Going once... Going twice...”
Garrison nudged Patrick’s arm, but the man didn’t budge, his gaze still locked on Naomi’s face. When the auctioneer cried, “Sold to the highest bidder,” and slammed his gavel on the wood podium, Patrick smiled, his grin widening into a chasm of gleaming white teeth. Beside him, Garrison threw up his hands in frustration.