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  It seemed an obvious place to start. If the woman was a gold digger, she probably wouldn’t be able to contain herself from bragging about the number of carats. The stone was a round-cut pink diamond surrounded by a ring of smaller diamonds. Not Poppy’s style, but it was pretty. Poppy admired it, noting it matched Emmy’s dress.

  “I have a thing for pink,” Emmy admitted. No mention of the carats or any of the other Cs.

  Poppy let go of Emmy’s hand. “What do you do, Emmy?”

  Although Poppy had run Emmy’s name through a search engine when she’d first learned about the engagement, she’d found nothing. No Twitter account, no Facebook page, not a single hit. It was weird. Everyone had an online presence these days. It was a rite of passage into adulthood.

  “Oh, this and that.” Emmy waved a vague hand in the air before letting it settle on Jamie’s leg. “Lately I’ve been pretty busy organizing the wedding.”

  Poppy tried not to jump to conclusions. “So you don’t work?”

  “No, not right now.” Emmy leaned into her soon-to-be husband.

  “And before you met Jamie?” Maybe she was a freelancer and her most recent contract had ended and she’d decided not to take another one until the wedding was over. But Poppy didn’t think so.

  “Nothing as exciting as you. It must be wonderful to spend your days party planning.”

  Check and mate. She’d neatly avoided the question while turning the conversation back to Poppy. But Poppy had a little chess action on her side, too. “It is fun. You’re lucky to be able to fully focus on your wedding.” She let that hang in the air for a moment. “So once it’s over, will you help Jamie with the winery?”

  Emmy glanced up at Jamie. “I’m not sure.”

  “We haven’t talked about that,” Jamie interjected, laying his hand over his fiancée’s. “But she’s welcome to join me if she’d like.”

  The two of them proceeded to make goo-goo eyes at each other that left Poppy nauseated and the rest of the room cooing. Except for Beck, who sat across from her, watching. Why must he always watch her?

  She fanned her face, grateful when Victoria called them into the dining room.

  “Get the answer you wanted, Red?” Beck whispered in her ear as they walked.

  She swatted his mouth away. Couldn’t he see she was trying to work here? She didn’t need him whispering sweet nothings or anything at all in her direction. “Not exactly.”

  She sat across from Beck at the long table, which easily sat their group of ten. Harrison was on her left at the foot of the table and Jamie was on her right. Poppy tried not to get excited. Asking him about his fiancée’s financial status wasn’t exactly polite conversation, but at least she’d get to talk to him,

  Poppy unfolded the crisp white napkin and placed it in her lap. The silver place settings gleamed and the glassware sparkled. An elegant mix of red and pink roses decorated the center of the table. She was impressed by the balance. The red and pink were harmonious instead of conflicting.

  The spread of food was incredible and Poppy helped herself to a little bit of everything. Platters of fresh-baked pastries that would have fit into any French patisserie. Plus, individual onion tarts, quiches, French toast with fresh berries and rashers of bacon.

  Her excitement over the seating was short-lived. Although she attempted to engage Jamie in conversation, the table wouldn’t allow it.

  “Poppy,” said Harrison Lefebvre. “So how do you know Beck?”

  Clearly, dear old Dad wasn’t in on the tangle of relationships at the table. “We met at the barbecue,” she said.

  “Remet,” Beck said as his eyes bored into her. “That wasn’t the first time, remember?”

  “I remember,” she said. Didn’t he know she’d prefer not to, though? “But we hadn’t seen each other for years. I’m amazed Beck even remembered who I was.”

  “There are some things you don’t forget.” Their gazes caught. Poppy had to force herself to blink.

  “Good, good.” Harrison did not pick up on the sparks flying between them. “Always nice to have another attractive woman around.”

  His eyes slid down the table to his ex-wife, and Poppy was pretty sure Victoria blushed, though it might have just been a trick of the light. Funny, she’d thought Beck’s parents were divorced. She glanced at him, but he was studying his lap, frowning.

  “Why did you lose touch?” Harrison’s question opened up all those old abandonment wounds.

  She glanced at Beck, but he didn’t look up. So he had never called and disappeared without a word. It was a long time ago and unimportant. “Well, we were teenagers,” she told Harrison with a smile. “And we didn’t know each other that well.”

  “Not that well?” From Jamie followed by a chuckle.

  Seriously? Now he wanted to jump into a discussion with her? “It was only one summer,” she told them. All of them.

  “Beck and Poppy used to—”

  “Jamie, would you mind passing me the sugar?” Victoria said before Jamie finished his thought.

  Poppy sent her a grateful look, which Victoria received with a slight nod. Poppy decided she liked Victoria. A lot.

  “I’d like to hear more about your work, Poppy. Do you own your own business?”

  “I do.” Poppy gave a short recap of how she and her best friend and business partner, Wynn, had started the company when they were struggling to find good jobs out of university and how a few years ago they’d been able to focus on it full-time.

  “Do you plan many weddings?” Victoria asked.

  Poppy noticed Beck’s frown deepen. What was that about? “No,” she answered Victoria. “I’ve done them in the past, but I generally run corporate events.”

  Victoria finished stirring the sugar into her coffee and took a sip. “I see. You should speak to Beck about working for the family company. The last holiday party was a disaster.”

  “How would you know?” Beck asked. His voice matched his face. Tight and tense.

  “I was there,” she said.

  Surprise flashed across Beck’s face, and Poppy wondered why he hadn’t been aware of his mother’s attendance. Were they that distant from one another? “That’s a lovely thought,” Poppy thanked Victoria, wanting to dispel the sudden tension emanating from Beck. “But I don’t work outside Vancouver.”

  “The company is expanding,” Victoria said. She glanced at her son. “Didn’t you mention you’re buying a hotel in Vancouver?”

  “The deal isn’t finalized,” Beck said. He turned to stare at Poppy and she felt that spark reignite. She didn’t like that spark. “But perhaps we could discuss things once it is?”

  Too much of an entrepreneur to let the moment slip away even if it had been forced by Beck’s mother, Poppy smiled. “I’d like that.”

  He smiled back at her, which had the spark threatening to turn into a flame. She watched while he peeled an orange and slid a section between his lips, his eyes never leaving hers. She wondered if the heat cresting from her thighs to her face was a normal response.

  When he pushed the tip of the orange outside his lips and then sucked it back in so smoothly that no one else saw, she decided the heat was completely normal for any red-blooded woman. But chose not to look at him again just in case.

  * * *

  BY THE TIME the brunch wound down, Poppy still hadn’t spoken more than a few words to Jamie and those had been about her and Beck.

  She’d already resigned herself to going back to her parents’ place without having any private time with Jamie, when he announced he wanted to go down to the lake. And Emmy didn’t. Anticipation bubbled.

  Poppy hurriedly placed the dishes on the counter. She’d offered to help wash the china and glassware that were too delicate for the dishwasher, but Victoria had declined. Now Poppy was
glad.

  She raised an eyebrow at Beck as she flew past him and out the door where Jamie had exited.

  Jamie was halfway across the deck when Poppy realized she’d better step on it or risk being left behind with Beck. Beck and the perverted things he did to poor, innocent pieces of fruit. She reminded herself she did not want him to do those things to her. Ever again.

  The sun was at its peak, throwing hot rays on everything in sight. Heat rose through her shoes as she hustled across the pool tiles after Jamie. He was really moving.

  “Jamie,” she called, trying to hurry but not wanting to twist an ankle either. Her shoes weren’t made for hiking, unless it was along Robson Street.

  He stopped and turned to face her. “Hey, Pop-Tart.”

  She grinned at his use of her old nickname. Jamie stopped at the edge of the stones, before the copse of trees that created a barrier and provided privacy from neighbors and anyone at the lake.

  “Finally,” she said when she reached him. She checked out the dirt path that led through the trees down to the lake and decided there was no point in keeping her shoes on. She’d only get a heel stuck and take a header. She slipped them off and hooked them on her fingers, linking her other arm through Jamie’s. “It seems like we’ve barely had a second to say hello.”

  “Yeah. Emmy’s been keeping me busy with wedding stuff.”

  Poppy tried to match his swoony smile, but she was pretty sure she failed. No matter. She wasn’t here to compare expressions.

  “How are you holding up?” she asked as they made their way down the path. Jamie slowed his natural pace so she could watch where she placed her feet. Fortunately, the path was well maintained and clear of all branches and other debris. No beer cans in sight.

  “Good, really good.”

  “Good,” she said, though she didn’t think it was good at all. She glanced up at him, appreciating the sun that filtered through the trees and glinted on his hair. She used to tease him that he looked like an angel. An angel to Beck’s devil. She shook the thought out of her head. There was no room here for anything except Jamie. “You feeling okay about the wedding?”

  He nodded. “I guess it’s true what they say about knowing it’s right when it’s the right person.”

  Poppy didn’t believe that. And she wasn’t about to let Jamie believe it either. But she didn’t know how to bring up her concerns naturally.

  The birds twittered around them and leaves rustled in the gentle wind as they made their way to the dock’s steps. Jamie climbed up first, then held his hand out to help her. She smiled as his warm fingers clasped hers, and she didn’t let go once they reached the top.

  She needed to do this. Just jump in and ask.

  “Jamie, I need to ask you—”

  A loud crack stopped her short. She swiveled her head to look. What the...? And saw Beck crashing through the woods like a poorly trained elephant.

  CHAPTER SIX

  BECK GRINNED WHEN he saw Poppy glaring at him. She should be thanking him. The rest of the family was only seconds behind him. He heard them thundering down the path.

  “Beck—” her voice was tight “—do you—”

  “Emmy changed her mind about the dock,” Beck said to Jamie, though he only had eyes for Poppy. “The whole group is coming down.”

  Understanding dawned on her face but didn’t stop her from stepping away from him when he tried to sling an arm around her shoulders. Since that only made him want to get closer, he backed her up to the edge of the dock so she had nowhere to go, and wrapped his arm around her side.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” she whispered.

  “Making it look good,” he reminded her. And if he copped a feel of her lean body at the same time, well, he was only human.

  She attempted to shrug off his arm, but Beck wasn’t going anywhere. “They’re almost here,” he said to her. “So you might want to start looking a little appreciative.”

  She stiffened. “I was on the verge of success.”

  Beck doubted that. If she had been, she wouldn’t be standing here with him scowling as Jamie hurried off the dock to greet Emmy as though the two had been separated by miles and months instead of minutes.

  “I was,” Poppy said when she caught sight of his skeptical stare. “We were about to share a moment and then you busted out of the trees and completely wrecked it.” She tried shrugging off his arm again. “You’re supposed to be helping me.”

  “I just did,” he said, and settled his arm around her more firmly. “Or were you hoping to have your little talk with Jamie with an audience looking on?”

  “You know I wasn’t.” She frowned at him as though this was all his fault.

  In truth, he could have let the crowd descend on her while he stayed back at the house, but he hadn’t. He’d tried to be the good guy here, which wasn’t a role he played often.

  “Couldn’t you keep them away? You promised to get me some alone time with Jamie.”

  “And did you not get some?” By his estimate, they’d had at least five minutes to themselves.

  “Well, yes, but—”

  “No buts.” Beck shook his head. “If you couldn’t get the job done in the allotted time, that’s your fault.”

  He saw her temper flare. “My fault?” She elbowed him in the ribs, smiled when he blanched. “If you hadn’t horned in where you weren’t wanted—”

  “Oh, I think I was wanted.” He cocked his head to indicate Jamie. “Did you get a look at his face, Red? He could barely wait to leap into the arms of his one true love.”

  “Do. Not. Call. Me. Red.”

  “Fine, Auburn.” He noticed she didn’t say anything about Jamie, just looked in his direction with a pinched expression on her face.

  “Is it really so bad?” he asked. “They seem happy.” Marriage might not be his thing, but it seemed to agree with Jamie. And Emmy was nice enough.

  “Hello?” Poppy whispered. “She’s a gold digger.”

  He frowned. “A what?”

  It wasn’t that he hadn’t heard the term before. But Emmy? Emmy was the opposite of a gold digger. Her father owned the company that provided the Lefebvre Group with all their linens, from bedding to napkins. Neither Emmy nor Grace would have to work a day in their lives, but Beck didn’t say anything. If he told Poppy now, she would end their business arrangement.

  “A gold digger.” She stared up at him with those bright eyes. “Don’t tell me the thought didn’t cross your mind. Didn’t you run a background check on her or something?”

  “No.” But only because he hadn’t needed to. “Look, Emmy’s not a gold digger.”

  “How would you know?” She put her hands on her hips and did her best to stare him down. “You didn’t even bother to look into her background.”

  “I just do.”

  “Well, I’m not so sure and I’m not about to let Jamie get tied down to someone who’s only interested in his money.”

  “Maybe they really love each other?” Beck suggested.

  “Right.” Poppy snorted. Beck thought she looked adorable. All fired up and ready to protect her friend. “She just magically met Jamie and fell in love with him as soon as she found out he owned a winery.”

  “Not everyone who owns a winery is rich.” He thought it was sweet that she was concerned on Jamie’s behalf. He couldn’t fault her for that, even if she was wrong about Emmy.

  Poppy stopped trying to shrug his arm away and shook her head. “We both know that’s not the case with Jamie.”

  It was true. Jamie’s father had left behind the land where the winery now stood, and Jamie had turned the business into a profitable one in a few short years. But Emmy still had far more money to her name.

  “Poppy, has she done anything to make you think she do
esn’t care about Jamie?” Beck hadn’t observed anything, but he wasn’t close to Jamie anymore. He ignored the twinge of guilt in his gut. Emmy might not be a gold digger, but people had reasons other than money to jump into marriage. Most of them bad ones.

  “No, but she wouldn’t be a successful gold digger if she did.” Poppy turned to look down the dock.

  Beck looked, too. Emmy’s family had started back up the path. His own parents stood off to the side, talking quietly. While Beck watched, his father reached out and stroked his mother’s cheek. He turned away.

  “I need to talk to Jamie about it. Just to make sure.” Poppy poked him in the side. “Everything would be fine if you hadn’t intruded.”

  Her demand to get some private time with Jamie made sense now, but Beck shrugged off her complaint. If he hadn’t intruded, the rest of the family would have come upon them like a swarm of locusts.

  “Seriously,” she continued, “you haven’t held up your end of the bargain at all. You did nothing to get me this alone time. You just sat there molesting that orange while I did all the work.”

  “Liked that, did you?” He smirked.

  She sniffed. “Not even a little.” But he felt the way her body leaned into his for a moment and the desire of that long-ago summer flooded him.

  She’d been so open and generous. Her laugh, her family, her life. And Beck hadn’t been able to get enough of it. Enough of her. He should have called her from Seattle. Should have tried to explain what happened, but it had been easier to ignore. To pretend he was like every other student at university, starting fresh with no excess baggage.

  If he’d stayed with Poppy, he would have ruined her.

  He’d only needed to look to his parents’ broken marriages to know he didn’t have good genetics when it came to long-term relationships. Falling into the cycle of university life where some people encouraged a no-strings attitude had seemed simpler.

  “I’ve been doing my part,” Poppy said, dragging him back to the present. “Now it’s your turn.”