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his life. Finding a
new prey made his heart pound. Closing deals made his blood hum through
his veins. Or it had.

"Mr. Prescott's office."

Betty Taylor was a fifty-five-year-old, neatly kept woman who ran his
office with the efficiency of a military sergeant. Everyone at Prescott
Media was afraid of her. She wasn't shy about speaking her mind to
anyone and everyone— except Sterling. She showed her employer nothing
but the utmost respect.

"Miss Taylor, it's Sterling."

"Mr. Prescott, good morning. How are you?"

"Fine."

"How's the weather?"

"Haven't a clue."

"Good, we've gotten that out of the way. I have several messages for
you."

Sterling amended his assessment. Betty Taylor treated him with the
utmost respect, though she was not above goading him now and again when
it came to his dealings with several members of the Prescott family.
Once she had overheard his grandmother state, as only Serena Prescott
could, that he had no
life beyond his job. Betty hadn't said a word, but her sniff was
confirmation enough.

"You've had three calls from Senator Dickson's office. He clearly wants
you to speak at his fund-raiser."

"I don't speak at fund-raisers."

"I told him that. He wants you anyway."

Sterling shrugged indifferently. "What else?"

The woman went through a list of important executives and politicians
who wanted something from him or Prescott Media. "And Mel Burton from
PR called, wanting to know when he can announce the acquisition of
KTEX."

Damn. He had instructed the man to put together a press release. The
minute the deal was done, he wanted to move quickly to let the media
world know. Because when he finally acquired the El Paso station,
Prescott would have three significant markets in the Southwest. He
already had Albuquerque
and Tucson. When he had El Paso in the bag, he planned to connect all
three to increase coverage—or more important, to increase ad revenue by
appealing to national advertisers who wanted package rates
on regional advertising spots.

He had no doubt that wrapping up the deal would be child's play. The
station's founder and owner, Philippe Boudreaux, had recently died,
leaving his only child in charge. The extensive notes Sterling had put
together regarding the station had described Julia Boudreaux as a wild,
pampered, rich girl who no doubt would be thrilled at washing her hands
of the headache.

Beyond the Boudreaux woman, there were only two other players that
mattered. Kate Bloom had just married golf star Jesse Chapman, and from
everything he had learned, the couple was wildly in love
and preoccupied. Sterling didn't think she'd be a problem either.

The only unknown was the station manager. Chloe Sinclair. By all
accounts, she was smart and savvy, and she might put up a fight. But he
had no doubt that he could handle her. He'd have her begging for
a buyout in no time.

"Betty, tell Mel to hold on to the press release until he hears from
me. I should have everything
completed by lunchtime. This afternoon, at the latest."

"Will do."

"Anything else?"

"Your mother called."

Which brought to mind the other reason he had traveled to the
westernmost portion of Texas.

His brother. Ben Prescott. The black sheep of the family.

He could hear his secretary hesitate, and well she should, since the
youngest Prescott had given him nothing but headaches. Wild parties.
Assorted women of dubious backgrounds. But the worst of Ben's sins, as
far as their mother was concerned, had to do with his choice of
careers. Law enforcement. His mother hated that her youngest child
could get himself killed at any time.

"She asked if you had seen your brother yet," Betty explained.

"What she really wants to know is if he's agreed to come home."

"That would be my guess, sir."

Sterling tamped down the flare of frustration. "Tell her that I am
seeing him this morning."

"Shouldn't you call and tell
her that?"

Only Betty Taylor could get away with saying such a thing.

"No, I shouldn't. If anything