Fortune's Greatest Risk

The stakes are high for this would-be dad...

CAUTION: TROUBLE AHEAD

Contractor Dillon Fortune wasn’t always so cautious. But as a teenager, impulse led to an unexpected pregnancy and a daughter he was never allowed to know. Now he guards his heart against all advances. If only free-spirited spa manager Hailey Miller wasn’t so hard to resist! Her sunny optimism is contagious, making Dillon dare to dream about a happily-ever-after for himself. When his secret child resurfaces, however, all bets may be off...

USA Today bestselling author Marie Ferrarella

USA TODAY bestselling and RITA® Award-winning author MARIE FERRARELLA has written more than 250 books for Mills & Boon, some under the name Marie Nicole. Her romances are beloved by fans worldwide. Visit her website, marieferrarella.com

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Fortune’s Greatest Risk

Marie Ferrarella

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ISBN: 978-0-008-90336-7

FORTUNE’S GREATEST RISK

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To Charlie

Whose Kisses Still Make the World Fade Away.

Contents

Cover

Back Cover Text

About the Author

Booklist

Title Page

Copyright

Note to Readers

Dedication

Prologue

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Extract

About the Publisher

Prologue

If anyone would have said to him seven months ago that twenty-nine was far too old for someone to actually feel homesick, Dillon Fortune would have laughed them off. In his opinion, being homesick was an emotion associated with preteens who were spending a month or so away from home surrounded by a bunch of strangers at a sleepaway camp for the very first time.

And yet, here he was, a grown man, feeling a deep, penetrating wave of homesickness.

Granted, he had been in Texas for more like seven months. And, yes, instead of being alone amid a bunch of strangers, he’d come out here with two of his brothers, Callum and Steven, as well as one of his sisters, Stephanie. But, when all things were considered, he had to admit, if only to himself, that he was most definitely homesick.

Very homesick.

Yes, Rambling Rose, Texas, was a beautiful place as well as an up-and-coming, flourishing town. A town that he and his brothers were heavily involved in building up, thanks to the construction company that the three of them owned. But if anyone would have asked him, Dillon would have had to say that his heart was back in Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

Dillon wished that the rest of him could be back there, as well.

But he had always been raised to believe that commitments, especially to family, came first and he couldn’t very well just take off for Fort Lauderdale now, even though he really wanted to. He was committed to these various projects. His brothers were counting on him and he knew he couldn’t just leave before all the projects were completed and up and running.

Granted, the new pediatric center and the veterinary clinic were now both open and successful. The pediatric center had even been christened, so to speak, on its very first day. A pregnant woman—Laurel, last name unknown—had gone into labor during the clinic’s ribbon-cutting ceremony. She was quickly rushed to a hospital in San Antonio with a NICU just in time, and gave birth there.

But the same success story couldn’t be written about The Shoppes at Rambling Rose, a collection of high-end stores which were built on the site of what had once been the town’s five-and-dime.

Not that any of the shops had failed—it was too soon to say something like that—but so far, they hadn’t been able to find their dedicated audience yet, people who could be seen as a loyal clientele. He had no doubts that that would happen—Callum had a knack for picking places that were just waiting to become successes. But Dillon had no desire to remain here waiting for that magical moment to transpire.

This part, he thought, could easily go on without him.

Yet here he was, sitting in his car outside of the town’s newly renovated wellness spa, another one of Fortune Brothers Construction’s projects. Paz Spa was going to be opening its doors for the first time this week. Somehow, his brothers had managed to talk him into coming here today for a final walk-through. That way, they said, he could make sure that the spa was all set to go full speed right out of the starting gate. Reluctantly, because he had never been able to say no to his brothers, he had agreed, even though this wasn’t his kind of thing. He was more of a design guy, not a people person. Nevertheless, here he was, trying to get himself to leave the shelter of his vehicle and walk into the spa.

If the spa faltered for some reason, then that might adversely affect their biggest project. The new town hotel—their company’s pride and joy—was still on the drawing board. So many factors could get in the way of it becoming a reality.

Again.

There were two different ways of thinking regarding all these new projects he and his brothers had undertaken. The town’s older local residents weren’t very gung ho when it came to building this new hotel, but the newest segment of the population, the millionaires who had taken up residence within the gated community of Rambling Rose Estates, were definitely all for it. Truthfully, The Shoppes had been built with these people in mind, in the hopes that eventually, with enough prodding, the locals would grudgingly come around. At least they seemed interested in Ashley, Nicole and Megan’s farm-to-table restaurant, Provisions, which was set to open within the next few weeks—barring any unforeseen complications.

His brothers were totally convinced that they could get the locals to change their minds, but as for him, well, Dillon had never viewed things in the same sort of positive light that Callum and Steven did. His take on the matter was that the construction company had done all it could here and they should move on to another town.

Preferably one in Florida.

But then, Dillon supposed he had never been as dynamic or optimistic as either Callum or Steven were. Truth be told, Dillon would have been the first to admit that he had always had a far more cautious view of life.

However, he was a Fortune and his brothers made it clear that they were depending on his clear eye to make sure that all systems were “go” before the spa’s grand opening.

In other words, they had faith in him.

All things considered, Dillon thought, he would rather have a root canal than face what he was about to endure now.

Well, it wasn’t going to get any better or any easier to face with him just sitting here, Dillon thought, finally opening his door.

Swinging out his long legs, he let his boots hit the ground and he got out of his car. The ache he felt in his shoulders reminded him that he hadn’t been exercising lately the way he was accustomed to doing. This project had caused him to let a lot of things in his life slide lately. That was going to have to change.

Closing the car door behind him, he locked it. As he walked toward the entrance of Paz Spa, a line out of an old Tennyson poem he’d once read way back in elementary school suddenly popped up in his head.

“Into the Valley of Death / Rode the six hundred.”

Given the challenge of the task ahead, it certainly seemed to capture his mood appropriately enough.

Chapter One

Yup, those were definitely butterflies in her stomach, Hailey Miller decided. They were not only flapping their wings, they were also multiplying like crazy.

Not that she anticipated anything going wrong, the petite spa manager thought, nervously combing her fingers through her long blond hair and pushing the wayward strands away from her face and off to one side. She was just focusing on everything going exactly right for this tour. This was her first time in the role of manager, and she wanted it to be perfect.

That was the reason she had dressed with such care this morning instead of throwing on a pair of jeans, a comfortable shirt with the spa’s logo on it and, like as not, a pair of her favorite boots the way she had done these last few weeks. No, today was special and that was why she had put on a flowing pastel blue dress and a pair of strappy high heels, the ones that flattered her legs. In her opinion, her legs were her best feature and she needed all the help she could get to look her best this morning.

Because this morning she was showing Dillon Fortune around the spa and Dillon Fortune was the man to please, Hailey thought.

The spa, located across the street from the Shoppes, had been his special project and he was the contractor responsible for the spa’s newly renovated look. In addition, the man was jaw-droppingly good-looking if the photographs she had seen of him on the internet were any indication. Hailey had a feeling that someone who looked like that was accustomed to being surrounded with beautiful, intelligent women. She definitely didn’t want the man to feel as if he was slumming when he conducted his tour through here.

Get a grip, Hailey. He’s not going to care what you’re wearing, or what you look like. The man’s coming here to see what you’ve done to highlight all the work that was done on the spa.

Just as she pressed her hand against her turbulent stomach, Candace Allen, her new assistant, came hurrying toward her.

“He’s here, Hailey,” Candace breathlessly announced. “Dillon Fortune!”

Okay, showtime! Hailey took in one last big breath to steady her nerves.

She turned toward her assistant and in that moment saw probably the handsomest man in her near recollection walking in her direction.

Instantly she felt those butterflies of hers revving up for one massive, uncoordinated takeoff.

Even at a distance, she could see that Dillon Fortune looked far more handsome in person than his photographs had made him out to be—and that had been pretty damn near perfect.

Okay, Hailey, you can do this. This is nothing more than a courtesy walk-through for the guy who made all this possible.

So why did part of her suddenly feel as if she were trying to make her way across hot coals?

As Dillon Fortune drew closer, she decided that her fresh wave of nerves had to be due to the look on the man’s lean, handsome face. The contractor looked distracted, as if he didn’t really want to be here.

Why? Was there something wrong?

Walking up to Dillon and meeting him part of the way, Hailey put out her hand and gave him her widest, most welcoming smile. “Mr. Fortune, I’m Hailey Miller, Paz Spa’s manager. I’ll be the one giving you a tour of this lovely facility this morning.”

Just for a moment, Dillon was caught off guard by the very attractive, animated woman standing before him. For such a petite woman, she had the largest, most expressive blue eyes he had ever seen. He found them almost hypnotic and just for a second, he forgot how much he didn’t want to be here.

But then it all came back to him. His intense homesickness, how all of this—the touring, the glad-handing—just felt like such a waste of precious time.

His precious time.

Still, he knew he couldn’t be rude. It wasn’t this woman’s fault that he was halfway across the country from where he wanted to be. And he could see that this perky manager was eager to show the place off to him. A place he felt it prudent not to point out that he was already familiar with, thanks to the fact that he had been the one who had drawn up the initial blueprints and then designed the spa’s look from top to bottom.

He offered the petite blonde what he hoped passed for a smile.

“I guess you were the one who wound up drawing the short straw,” Dillon told her. Belatedly, he remembered to shake the hand she was still holding out to him.

Hailey could only stare at the contractor. She had no idea what he was saying to her—or why. What short straw? “Excuse me, Mr. Fortune?”

Dillon didn’t think he had said anything particularly mysterious. “Well, you obviously have better things to do three days before the spa’s grand opening than dropping everything to give one of the people who renovated this place a tour of the exact same area.”

Put that way, she didn’t know if he resented having her show him around his own work, or if there was something else going on.

“Not really,” Hailey answered uncertainly. “We all thought that you might like to see how the ideas all came together to create this rather inviting haven. Everyone here is very eager to have the spa’s doors finally open so that our clients can come in and enjoy all the amenities that this place has to offer.” If nothing else, she thought, she could be a saleswoman with the best of them.

“As you can see,” Hailey continued, gesturing around the wide-open reception area, “this was all finished with reclaimed wood and other natural materials. It’s all extremely pleasing to the eye,” she pointed out with pride.

“Now if you’ll come this way,” Hailey urged as she began to lead the way farther into the spa, “I’ll show you some of the inner rooms that will be enjoyed by our clients.”

She opened a door that led into a room with a massage table. A mural of a peaceful forest scene on the far wall added to the feeling of tranquility. “We offer various kinds of massage therapy to help our clients relieve some of the stress they’ve built up during their week. As I’m sure you know, a tense body causes mental stress and may often be responsible for sleeplessness, gastrointestinal distress and headaches, to mention just a few things. The right sort of massage therapy will allow our clients to de-stress and rejuvenate.”

Hailey continued talking as she brought Dillon to another room painted in different colors. The main piece of equipment here was the same as in the first room. It all centered around a massage table, except here, there were two tables for the couples looking to reduce their stress levels together.

“I’m sure you’ll agree that in this fast-paced life we all lead, we could certainly use a little revitalization, not to mention a small precious island of time where we can step back from our incredibly busy lives and just take a deep breath and relax.

“And did you know that a good massage can also improve your circulation? That means no more cold hands and feet—if you have them, that is,” she quickly added in case he thought she was insinuating that this was his problem. “Think how good that would feel,” Hailey added with another bright smile. “Massage therapy can also help improve your flexibility, strengthen your muscles and reduce your pain levels by releasing endorphins.”

Her hand on his elbow, she gently guided Dillon toward yet another area.

“Now, right over here, Mr. Fortune, is where we decided to put...”

Hailey continued with what turned out to be a monologue for another good half hour, opening various doors and explaining in vivid, glowing detail what each area was for, be it a sauna, a tanning salon or the aforementioned massage tables. There were also large rooms where various classes would be conducted.

“Giving massages is my specialty,” she told the contractor. “I actually began working in the wellness field as a masseuse.”

She turned around to see how her one-man audience had received that piece of information. Looking at Dillon, she stopped talking for a moment, wondering if he had heard a single word she had said. He certainly didn’t act as if he had. He hadn’t made a single comment or said anything at all during the entire tour she had just conducted.

In fact, if she were to hazard a guess, Dillon Fortune was acting as if he would rather be anywhere else other than here.

Oh, he was being polite, she’d give him that, but the man was also being distant. Extremely distant.

And just like that, without any warning, she was five years old all over again. Five years old and desperately trying to engage her father by attempting to show him the new hairstyles she had so painstakingly fashioned for her favorite dolls. He’d been a workaholic who had never had time for her. All she wanted was just a little of his attention, but he was always too busy being successful to notice her. Eventually, she gave up trying.

Her father had had that same distant, removed look on his face that was now gracing Dillon Fortune’s ruggedly handsome face.

Well, handsome or not, it wasn’t good enough as far as she was concerned. Mentally resolved, Hailey decided to give it one last try. She was determined to engage Dillon Fortune on some level so she wouldn’t feel as if she were talking to a wall.

Or to a man who just didn’t hear her.

“You might have noticed,” Hailey started again brightly, “but everything here at the spa has this really good smell about it.”

Checking his phone for what felt like the tenth time since he’d arrived, Dillon looked up at his incredibly chipper tour guide. Had she just said something about smelling good, or was that just his imagination?

She was looking at him as if she expected some sort of a reaction from him. “Excuse me?”

“Scent,” she repeated. “There’s a really good scent here at the spa. That’s not by accident,” she assured him. “Finding just the right scent is all part of the experience here at Paz. We find that the right scent helps not just soothe our clients but it also invigorates them. We’re planning to use some of these scents as part of our aromatherapy massages.”

Hailey found herself talking fast now, trying not to lose his attention. To that end, she began showing him all the different bottles of the various scents that the spa had stocked up on.

“Care to take a whiff?” Hailey offered, uncorking one of the bottles. It was jasmine and was her personal favorite.

Dillon shook his head. “No, that’s all right.”

He was resisting, she thought and took it as a challenge. She was determined to use this latest example of therapy to get through to this man. These scents were meant to soothe a client, to help that person relax, and if there was ever an uptight person who needed to relax, it was definitely Dillon Fortune.

“C’mon,” Hailey coaxed, “you can take one whiff, can’t you?” She raised the bottle up for Dillon to get a better sense of what was in it. “Go ahead. Try it.”

Seeing that she wasn’t going to back off until he did as she urged, Dillon said, “Okay, fine, let me smell it.” If he didn’t breathe in too deeply, he’d be all right, he told himself. And then maybe she’d terminate this tour and let him leave.

Hailey held the open bottle up to his face and Dillon took a deep breath of the scent.

Perhaps a little too deep because the next thing he knew, he was sneezing.

A lot.

Waving Hailey back away from him, he accidentally hit the bottle she was holding up to him. That in turn sent the entire contents of the bottle flying out and all over his shirt.

And just like that, Dillon found himself utterly drenched in jasmine oil.

Horror stricken by the unfortunate chain of events that had brought about this present dilemma, Hailey could only stare at the drenched man, wide-eyed.

“Oh, my Lord, I am so sorry, Mr. Fortune,” she cried, embarrassed.

Dillon couldn’t comment on her apology at first. Not because he was so angry but because he just couldn’t stop sneezing.

Finally, all but wiped out thanks to his sneezing, Dillon could only hold his hand up, silently indicating that she had to stop saying she was sorry.

Damn it, Dillon thought, he smelled like a damn flower garden. Not exactly the scent he was going for, he thought.