Read Not What It Seems (Escape to Alaska Trilogy) Online
Authors: Brenda Sinclair
Tags: #Brenda Sinclair, #Secrets, #series, #alaska, #finding independence, #Romance, #deceptions, #lawyer, #fresh start, #Contemporary Romance
Escape to Alaska Trilogy
Book One
NOT WHAT IT SEEMS
Brenda Sinclair
ISBN 978-0-9880157-2-2
Copyright June 2012 Brenda Sinclair
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All characters in this book have no existence outside the imagination of the author and have no relation whatsoever to anyone bearing the same name or names.
Acknowledgments
A continued heartfelt thank you to the wonderful authors of CaRWA, the Calgary chapter of Romance Writers of America, who readily offer their support, encouragement, and expertise.
Thank you to Victoria Chatham and Sharon Vierboom for providing insightful critiques.
An enormous thank you to Erik Carlson, Adult Services Librarian with the Anchorage Public Library, for his endless patience and his invaluable assistance with the details.
Thank you to my copy editor Ted Williams for his excellent work, and a huge thank you to the very talented Steena Homes for the stunning cover.
Dedication
To my wonderful granddaughter, Cassidy. You will no doubt notice I borrowed your name for my heroine.
Excerpt from Almost Doesn’t Count
Chapter 1
Would today’s announcement justify six long years of hard work?
Cassidy Donahue’s red-soled Louboutin heels tapped out a rhythmic tempo on the tile floor as she strode down the familiar hallway on the way to her father’s office. Controlling her excitement proved impossible. With shaky knees, she teetered on her three inch heels and concentrated on placing one foot in front of the other.
The new partnership announcement had been forthcoming for weeks. And of the three potential candidates, everyone believed her to be a shoo-in for the position. Since passing the bar exam, Cassidy had toiled at her father’s law firm - Donahue, Charles and Bennett - serving as defense counsel for Chicago’s elite and providing pro bono representation to the less fortunate.
Under her father’s mentorship, her record of won cases was unmatched. There wasn’t a single reason for her father to deny her this promotion. She smiled in anticipation of attaining what mattered most: her father’s praise of her accomplishments and acknowledgement of her worth to this law firm.
“Donahue, Charles, Bennett, and Donahue. Has a nice ring to it,” she whispered to herself and smiled as she continued toward the main elevators.
Cassidy’s cell phone rang. Nothing could trump the importance of this meeting, she thought, and she didn’t stop to dig her cell out of her pocket and check the caller ID. A few co-workers smiled knowingly from their office cubicles while others waved discreetly or gave her the thumbs up sign. Had the news of her father’s summons travelled that quickly?
A minute later, she slipped into the elevator and punched the button for the high-rise office building’s top floor. As she ascended to the executive floor, she realized her career would ascend likewise from this day forward. She’d been decorating her new office in her mind for weeks, and she couldn’t wait to set her plans in motion. Everything she’d worked toward—the prestige, the recognition, the acceptance—would be hers in a matter of minutes.
Cassidy glanced into the elevator’s mirrored wall for a moment to ensure every hair remained in place and her eight-hour lipstick continued to fulfill the manufacturer’s claim. She rubbed her sweaty palms together and then adjusted the string tie on her aqua silk blouse. She buttoned her blazer and smoothed the skirt on her dark charcoal cotton-blend suit. The stylish and yet professional outfit set off her brunette hair and peaches and cream complexion perfectly. Rumors abounded that an official announcement was forthcoming at a press conference. Thankfully, she would look her best when the photographers recorded this momentous milestone in her career.
The elevator door slid open to reveal Jonathan Ward.
“Good morning, Cassidy.” A smug expression accompanied Jonathan’s greeting.
“Yes, it is,” she answered without questioning his presence on the executive floor. She attempted to brush past him, but her heel caught in the elevator opening. Jonathan caught her before she landed on the floor.
“I love it when women fall into my arms.” Jonathan smiled, wickedly.
“Let go of me.” Cassidy shoved him away. Her proper upbringing overruled her dislike for her co-worker. “Thank you,” she muttered between clenched teeth.
As she strode down the carpeted hallway, Cassidy realized her entire life revolved around this law firm. She recalled the endless lonely evenings composing legal briefs into the wee hours of the morning. How many weekends had she spent researching precedents in the firm’s library while the rest of the world played at the beach or skated on neighborhood rinks? She didn’t belong to any teams or participate in any sports. Twice a week, she dashed across the street to the gym, worked out, showered and hurried back to the office. And aside from the occasional lunch with a high school chum, she hadn’t cultivated any new friendships since her college days at Harvard. Her life had become all work and no play.
But today’s announcement would justify every one of those sacrifices, and Cassidy barely suppressed the urge to shout her joy to the heavens.
As she approached her father’s corner office, Ruby Littleton, his personal assistant, raised her eyes from behind the serviceable desk. The stylish matron, wearing a fuchsia silk blouse under a dark gray suit, had worked for her father since Cassidy started middle school. She couldn’t guess at the white-haired legal secretary’s age. With one hand, Ruby waved her toward the wooden double doors leading to her father’s office.
“Thank you.” Cassidy rapped on the door twice, turned the knob, and entered.
“Cassidy, my dear, good morning.” Theodore Donahue rounded the desk and greeted his daughter with a welcoming smile and a kiss on each cheek. “Please have a seat. There are a couple of things we need to discuss.”
“Good morning, Dad.” Cassidy gracefully lowered herself onto the upholstered chair beside the desk and then crossed her legs. From her relaxed outward appearance, no one would suspect there were hundreds of butterflies doing acrobatics in her stomach.
While her father returned to his black leather chair, Cassidy’s eyes roamed the familiar room, monopolized by an enormous walnut desk. Two suede upholstered sofas, separated by an oak coffee table, were anchored by a Persian rug and formed a conversation area to her left. She recalled a childhood memory, falling asleep in one of those sofas while waiting for her father to finish work.
Cassidy pulled herself from her musings and straightened in her chair to await the words she’d longed to hear for six years.
Her father cleared his throat and met her eyes. “We’ve finalized our decision for partner. We’ve offered the partnership to Jonathan Ward.”
Cassidy gasped, and for a moment she couldn’t breathe. If he’d punched her in the stomach, she wouldn’t have been more shocked. Those seven words crushed all of her dreams.
We’ve offered the partnership to Jonathan Ward.
Had she heard her father correctly? Jonathan? How could this have happened?
Her father remained silent.
Cassidy slid forward in her chair. “All right. Admit it. You intended a little fun at my expense. Now it’s time to admit you are deservedly awarding the partnership to me.”
Her father shook his head. “No, Cassidy. The other partners and I agree: Jonathan is the best candidate for the position. We’ve called a press conference for two o’clock to officially announce his appointment as partner.”
Cassidy leapt out of the chair. “How could you choose Jonathan over me? My record of wins far exceeds his. I’ve worked longer and harder than anyone here, including Jonathan.” She recalled her co-worker’s smug smile when she’d encountered him outside the elevator. The miserable rat had accepted the position, and he hadn’t warned her about the shock that awaited her in her father’s office.
Clearly, his silence served as revenge against her for declining his marriage proposal. As long as she lived she’d never trust Jonathan Ward. She would compare him to a snake, but that would be bad-mouthing the snake.
Her father leaned forward in his chair. “The partners believed you’d prefer a lighter workload, considering your upcoming nuptials and all.”
“What upcoming nuptials?” Cassidy’s heart almost stopped. How had her father heard about Jonathan’s proposal? And had he actually thought she would accept? “There is no way in hell I’m marrying Jonathan Ward! Or anyone else in the near future!”
“You’ve turned down Jonathan?” Theodore Donahue blanched.
Cassidy stood and strode across the thick woolen carpet. Her feet hurt inside her new leopard print heels which she’d worn to the office every day for a week in anticipation of this announcement. Her hands shook as she poured ice water into a Baccarat crystal glass, and then quickly swiped at the droplets that splashed onto her jacket.
“Dad, I dated Jonathan for a few months at your insistence to appease you. But I soon realized Jonathan doesn’t come close to being the right man for me.” Cassidy returned to her chair, sat down, and crossed her legs.
“Cassidy Marie Donahue, Jonathan Ward is a talented attorney and a newly-appointed partner in this law firm. His future shines as bright as the North Star. The fellow is tailor-made for you.” Her father brushed a piece of lint from his custom two thousand dollar suit.
Cassidy recognized the familiar gesture as a sign of his annoyance. “Jonathan has evolved into a carbon copy of you. He works eighty hours on a slow week, and he’s confident to the point of arrogant. His affections toward me are totally insincere. He desires my hand in marriage solely to further his career and solidify his future with this law firm.”
“That’s absolute rubbish. There’s nothing wrong with the boy,” argued her father, sticking to his conviction like a dog with a juicy bone.
“I overheard Jonathan and Brent Masters commiserating in the copier room a few days ago. Neither of them noticed me standing outside the door.” Cassidy met his eyes across the desk. “Jonathan admitted to Brent he solely intended to propose to guarantee his position in this firm, even if it meant ‘the old ball and chain’, as he called it.” Cassidy white-knuckled the water glass to still her shaking hands. “Jonathan doesn’t love me, and I’m definitely not in love with him.”
“Cassidy, you must have misunderstood. Jonathan requested my permission to propose, and I consider the old-fashioned gesture exceptionally respectful. I’m certain Jonathan’s intentions are genuine.” Her father tapped his fingers on the desk. “I’m totally flabbergasted that you turned him down.”
“As usual, you haven’t heard a word I said. This is a prime example of your infamous selective hearing. Dad, he’s pulled the wool over your eyes, but he’s not fooling me. If you think so highly of him, then you can marry him!” Cassidy set the glass on the desk and crossed her arms.
“Cassidy, sweetheart, a dozen fellows aren’t breaking down my door seeking your hand in marriage.” Her father’s elbows rested on the black leather-upholstered chair’s arms.
Cassidy glared at her father. The day she’d passed the bar exam was equally the proudest day of their lives. If she’d only known then, what she knew now. Her father’s presence behind this desk unnerved all of his employees including his daughter.
But not today.
Enough was enough.
“Dad, I’m twenty-seven! A serious career woman wouldn’t even consider marriage until she turned thirty.” Cassidy recalled her father’s failure to compromise on previous occasions, verbally wearing down an opponent like a cat taunting a mouse before the final kill. She welcomed the challenge. After all, her father had taught her every winning strategy for arguing a case.