And there was no doubt in his mind that was how Bella felt about her shop. He admired that about her, even as he knew that would be the sticking point to winning her over. She wouldn’t want to let go of the reins of her shop.
She was going to be a hard sell. The difference was, he knew her secret. He knew that she was a woman of passion. A woman who’d rocked his world three years ago.
So what he had to do here was seduce her. Charm her. Flatter her. Get her into his bed and once he had her there, he’d be in a position to smooth her into his company.
When it was all over, she’d be rich and thanking him.
If there was one thing Jesse King knew, it was women.
“Jesse King’s been with so many women, he can’t tell us apart anymore. The entire female gender is like nothing more than a well-stocked candy store. He likes candy, so he just grazes his way through the aisles.” Bella scowled and tapped her fingernails against one of the glass jewelry cases in Kevin’s shop.
It had been three days since she’d seen Jesse. Three days and he hadn’t made an effort to talk to her. Not a phone call. Not one of his annoying drop-ins at her store. Not even a brief sighting on the street. Not that she had been hoping for any of that, but she couldn’t help feeling frustrated.
He’d seemed…excited to find out that she was the woman he’d been with three years ago on the beach. So much so that he’d been avoiding her ever since. Bella groaned internally. For heaven’s sake, she was angry when he was around and even angrier when he wasn’t. “Clearly, he’s making me insane.”
“Nothing wrong with a little insanity,” Kevin told her.
“Easy enough to say when you’re not the babbling idiot,” Bella muttered and leaned over a glass display case to examine a new pair of earrings Kevin had stocked. “Is this turquoise?”
“God, you’re plebian,” he said with a laugh. “No, my little peasant, that’s lapis lazuli. Antique. That stone—well, not that one in particular—was really popular back in the day with emperors and pharaohs.”
“You know,” Bella told him, tipping her head to one side and smiling up at him, “if I hadn’t met your girlfriend, I’d swear you were g*y.”
“Straight men know good jewelry, too. Your surfer guy bought that great emerald piece from me, remember?”
Bella felt a twinge. Who had he bought it for? One of his celebrity dates? She had to be important to him. You didn’t just buy emeralds for a casual fling. Of course, maybe Jesse did.
“Ah, yes, Mr. Thoughtful. Wonder which one of the slavering crowd gets the emeralds,” Bella mused, stopping in front of a display case of sterling silver.
“Honey, you sound like a jealous wife.”
Her head snapped up and she pinned him with a hard look. “I do not.”
Kevin shrugged. “Yeah, you do.”
Oh God, did she really? That was lowering. She wasn’t jealous of Jesse’s women. She was…heck, she didn’t even know what she was anymore. Still… “I’m not jealous. I’m irritated.”
“And hiding it nicely.” Kevin bent over the glass case and looked into her eyes. “So he knows about three years ago.”
“Yes, and had the nerve to tell me I should have told him who I was sooner.”
“What an idiot,” Kevin said chuckling. “Using logic.”
“Oh, that’s very funny,” Bella said. “This has nothing to do with logic, anyway. He was completely insulting.”
“Insulting?” Kevin shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans and rocked back on his heels. “Jeez, Bella. Cut the guy a break.”
Bella scowled. “He doesn’t need a break from me. He makes his own breaks.”
“He told you he remembered that night. Remembered you. How is that insulting?” Kevin demanded before adding, “And speak slowly, because I’m working with a Y chromosome here.”
“It’s insulting because he remembered the sex. He didn’t remember me.” Then there was the fact that he hadn’t bothered to even talk to her once since his memory had been jogged. Oh, yes, being “remembered” by Jesse King was so-o-o flattering.
“Sure he did.” Kevin gave a long-suffering sigh. “Women make this so much harder than it has to be. The guy remembered the sex because of you. So therefore he remembered you.”
“Is it a genetic imperative that guys have to stick together?”
“Against women, hell, yes,” Kevin admitted. “I love women, don’t get me wrong, but you guys are enough to make a man old before his time.”
“I don’t know why,” Bella said with a sniff. “We make perfect sense to each other.”
“Exactly.”
“Kevin, could you just be my best friend for a minute and not Jesse’s brother-in-arms? Don’t you get it? I could have been anyone as far as he knew,” Bella argued.
“I am your best friend, and that’s why I’m telling you the truth even though you don’t want to hear it. You weren’t just anyone to him. You’re you. And he remembered. So cut him some slack.”
“I can’t believe you’re still on his side,” Bella said, eyes wide.
“The question is, why are you so against him?” Kevin leaned on the display case and grinned at her. “Seems to me you’re awfully obsessed with Jesse.”
“I’m not obsessed, I’m…focused,” she finished lamely.
“Uh-huh.”
Bella scowled at him. “We used to be together on this. Aren’t you the one who helped me organize the protest march against corporate takeovers in Morgan Beach?”
He grinned. “You’re the only one who’s got a problem with him anymore.”
“Fine. Lone wolf,” she muttered. “That’s me.”
The bell over the door jangled and he gave her a quick grin. “Be back in a sec, Ms. Wolf, I’ve got a customer. Take a look at the new sterling earrings. Mrs. Latimer,” he called out, hustling over to the tall, richly dressed woman entering the shop. “I’ve got some new jade you’re going to love.”
“Things are pretty darn sad when even your best friend isn’t on your side,” Bella muttered, strolling down the length of the counter again. Her gaze flicked past the gemstones, the twisted gold and the heavier sterling silver.
Kevin’s shop sold jewelry made by local artisans. Here you could find everything from exquisite, high-priced jewels to skull rings and pentagrams. Eclectic, she thought. Like the town used to be. She ran her finger over the cool glass. “Jade. Emeralds. Diamonds.”