Valentine Bride

"I've printed out the PR schedule for this week's leadup to the re-launch. TheCity Lightstie-in"LouiseValentine broke off as her cell phone began to burble. "I'll have to take this," she said, excusing herself from the Nash Group executives gathered around the conference table for her briefing. "I'm expecting a call from the editor." But as she flipped open the phone the caller ID warned her that it wasn't editor of the country's major "scene' magazine. It was Max. For a moment she couldn't think, couldn't move, but then he'd always had that effect on her. Reducing her to a quivering wreck with a look that suggested it was a toss up whether he kissed her or strangled her. Since kissing her wasn't an option, she'd made a point of keeping her distance other than at family gatherings. Even then, by mutual consent, they'd chosen opposite ends of the room. Unfortunately that was no longer a choice for either of them, but clearly Max was as unhappy about that as she was. He had certainly taken his time about making a moment in his busy schedule to talk to her about taking on marketing and publicity for the Bella Lucia restaurant group now that he was in charge. Well, too bad. Her schedule was busy, too. She wasn't sitting around waiting for the phone to ring. On the contrary, the phone never stopped ringing. She was in demand, a success in her own right. She hadn't looked back since the day he'd fired her from the family business, leaving her in no doubt that, far from being an asset to Bella Lucia, as far as he was concerned she was nothing but a liability. Okay, she'd be kidding herself if she didn't admit that there had been moments in the last couple of weeks when she'd found herself doodling ideas on her jotter, daydreaming about what she'd do if she did take on PR and marketing of the Bella Lucia restaurants; the fact that it would mean working with Max never failed to tip the dream over the edge into nightmare territory. Even now he was only calling her because he'd had his arm twisted; she knew he'd have refused point blank to consider it if the suggestion had come from anyone but Jack. Max's half-brother might not have wanted to stick around and run the company himself, but as he was a major investor his suggestions carried the kind of weight that not even Max could ignore. So far Max hadn't been able to find the time to pick up the phone and ask her if she was interested in the job, forget actually getting to the point of sitting down and talking the future through with her. Hadn't done one thing to make her feel she was needed, that her ideas would be welcome, let alone valued. Well, why would he? She wasn't a genuine Valentine" "Louise?" She glanced up, realised that everyone was waiting. She snapped the phone shut, turned it off, tried to recall where she'd been in her briefing.City Lights. "As you know,City Lightsran the offer for a limited number of complimentary tickets to the opening of your London flagship restaurant in today's issue. Free food, live music and the opportunity to mingle with celebrities; a chance to live the aspirational lifestyle for a night." She looked up. "You'll be gratified to learn that the response was so great that it crashed theCity Lightssystems, a story that was reported in the later editions of the London evening papers and will run in the diary columns of tomorrow's dailies." "Well done, Louise," Oliver Nash said. "With luck the tickets will be changing hands on eBay for hard cash by this time tomorrow." "If they are," she replied, matter-of-factly, "luck will have had nothing to do with it." Max heard the voicemail prompt click in, then Louise's cool, businesslike voice suggesting he leave a message, assuring him that she would return his call as soon as possible. That would be about as likely as a cold day in hell, he thought, ignoring the invitation and tossing the phone ontoFielding, Liz is the author of 'Valentine Bride ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780373182787 and ISBN 0373182783.