provider down here. We’re supposed to present to the investment group that put out the call for bids on this project on Friday. If DigiOne is the only company to present, we’ll lose this deal.”
He tried not to shrug. Who cared about some business deal?
She must have been reading his mind. “I’ll lose my job, Tobin. The company brought me to Panama to win bids like this. I’ll lose the reputation I’ve spent years building up. Do you know how hard it is to make it in this business?”
He knew how badly she craved success, yes. Something that hadn’t made sense to him until he met her parents for the first time — a couple of hard-working immigrants who had their kids’ high school diplomas framed on the living room wall. Their college diplomas, too — the ones they’d slaved away to pay for, because the daughters of the pizza parlor couple were going to end up much higher, much prouder than their humble roots. They had no choice. It was a matter of family pride.
Cara’s parents had been thrilled when they found out she was bringing home the son of one of those blue-blooded American families. Like it was proof that the Leoni clan had made it in America. But they had counted on Tobin being someone more like his brother Seth — the good son who went to the right schools, got the right job, and got himself primed for the good life.
Tobin was the other brother, though. The one who got kicked out of the right schools. The one who got the wrong job, because what guy in his right mind used the Dartmouth degree he somehow managed to earn — because yes, in spite of everything, they’d let him in — to become a ski instructor? The way they saw it, Tobin achieved nothing better career-wise than a year-round tan. They didn’t understand what an accomplishment it was to write his own script in a family like his.
But Cara did. She understood. Loved him for it. At least, he thought she had.
Then everything had come crashing down with a single misstep, and the one woman who’d made him think that he might someday get in step with the mainstream cut him off cold.
Cara’s job was her life, her pride. Like hell, he would stand by and watch her lose it.
“So let’s get you out of here.”
She threw up her hands. “I can’t. They won’t let me. They’re killing time until Friday, I’m sure of it.”
He squinted at her. “When is this presentation?”
“Friday at three.”
“So why isn’t your company hauling ass to get you out of here?” If he were boss of that damn company, he’d have a whole search party out looking for Cara.
She scowled. “All I could get out was one quick message to a switchboard. And if Enrique gets it first—”
“Enrique?”
“My coworker who did the early legwork up here. He was furious when the company chose me to do the final negotiations instead of him.”
“Furious enough to screw up this deal? To set you up?”
She tilted her head left then right. “I don’t think he’d set me up, but he’d probably grab a golden opportunity if it came along. All he’d have to do is delete the message. Maybe pass on another one, like ‘Cara called, and she’ll be back soon.’ Then when I don’t show up for the meeting, I look like a fool. The company loses the bid, fires me, and presto — Enrique gets my job.”
Tobin glanced through the narrow cut of a window to the tiny hamlet outside. “I don’t get it. Why would this village keep you here? What do they care who gets the bid?”
She shrugged. “I’m guessing DigiOne has offered the village a better deal than TeleCel has.”
“Can’t you outbid them?”
“Not from here. I’m stuck. No phone. No ride.”
She blinked at him and let five quiet seconds tick by.
He was about to say that she had him, and he had Lucy — clunky spark plugs and all — when a knock sounded at the door.
“Señorita Leoni,”
came a voice.
“Señora Leoni,”
he growled back. She was supposed to be his wife, right? Which