Be Still My Vampire Heart(108)

 

"Richard, I doona mind paying damages. How much has she asked for?"

 

Beckworth winced. "That's the bad news, old chap. She doesn't want money. She—she's asking for controlling interest in MacKay Security and Investigation."

 

"What?" Angus leaped to his feet. "She wants my business?"

 

"Not entirely. Just fifty-one percent."

 

"She canna have it!" Angus paced across the office. "Why would she ask such a thing?"

 

The answer dawned on him immediately. That clever vixen. She knew exactly how to inflict the sharpest wound. His business was the closest thing to his heart, other than her.

 

"The obvious reason is revenge, but there could be more to this request." Beckworth steepled his fingertips as he considered. "Perhaps she feels insecure about making a living for the rest of eternity. This move would certainly give her long-term job security."

 

Angus snorted. "I would have gladly given her a job. And a damned good salary."

 

Beckworth frowned. "If this goes through, she'll be giving you a job."

 

Angus scowled at the carpet as he paced. "I'll offer thirty percent." That might be a good idea, actually. If he could keep her working alongside him, perhaps her anger would dissipate in time, and she would learn to love him again. "She can have up to forty-nine percent, but no more."

 

Beckworth's eyes widened. "Are you serious? Your company's worth a fortune."

 

Angus shrugged. His mission of protecting the innocent and tracking down murderous vampires had always been more important than the money. He had very few needs, other than bottled blood and a safe place to sleep. "I need to take care of her."

 

"You're in love with her, aren't you?"

 

Angus slowed to a stop. "Aye, I am." There was a hint of a smile before Beckworth schooled his features. "Go on to the conference room. I'll be there as soon as I get some papers together."

 

Angus took a deep breath. It was time to see Emma.

 

Emma fidgeted in her chair. What was taking so long? Her stomach was in knots and her heart was pounding. What if Angus was furious? What if he thought she was attacking him? Shame on him for driving her to such drastic measures. She jumped at the sound of footsteps outside the door. Angus was coming. She stood.

 

The door opened. Her breath hitched when he entered. His face was slanted downward, so she couldn't see his expression. He turned to shut the door.

 

He was wearing the familiar blue and green plaid kilt. Her heart ached with longing. He turned to face her. His green eyes widened.

 

Oh God, he looked pale and thin. Wasn't he eating right?

 

He gazed around the room. "Where's yer solicitor?"

 

"I asked him to leave for a moment." For the whole night, actually.

 

Angus stepped toward her. "Ye're looking well."

 

"Thank you." He didn't seem very angry. "I thought we should talk."

 

He frowned. "I doona think that is wise without our solicitors present."

 

"I really don't want to involve them."

 

Angus snorted. "Then ye shouldna have sued me. Do ye hate me so much?"

 

She folded her arms across her chest. "Why didn't you tell me about your harem? You told me all kinds of stories about your past, but you conveniently left them out."

 

"There was nothing to tell. I inherited them like ye would an automobile."

 

"And you never took them for a test drive?"

 

"Nay, I did no'."

 

Emma's mouth fell open. "You didn't? Not even… around the block?"

 

"Nay." He glowered at her. "I wasna interested in them. I wanted the job of British coven master. 'Tis an honor, and I was proud to be the first Scotsman to hold the position."

 

"Oh. Congratulations."

 

He grunted a response.

 

"And they never tried to seduce you? Are those women crazy?"

 

"Enough with the harem," he growled. "They're gone."

 

"I know, but surely they were… attracted to you."

 

He arched a brow. "Ye think I'm a fine catch?"

 

"Of course."

 

His mouth twitched. "They thought I was a barbarian."

 

"What silly women." Emma stepped toward him.

 

"Aye." He gave her a wary look. "I suppose ye want to rant at me now."

 

"A little. I suffered through the most traumatic event of my life, and you didn't stay with me. You left me in a stranger's house, and you wouldn't answer any of my calls."

 

He grimaced. "I know ye hate me. I know what I did was unforgivable." He squared his shoulders. "So I'm willing to give ye forty-nine percent of MacKay Security and Investigation."