The Unknown Billionaire (Captured by Love Book 6)
had encouraged Jarryd to consider the same thing, and that might be all he wanted from her.
    “Fine,” Alice said with disappointment. “Next time, maybe.”
    “I thought you wanted to talk about business and not socialise with my friends,” Marilyn said dryly.
    “Yes,” Alice said in a low voice. “I might as well tell you now so you can start thinking about it. Your dad and I want to make a bid for Well of Brilliance. We only just found out that Lorna and Ben Tramwell are happy to sell. We think this is the right time to diversify further, and Well of Brilliance is the right company. But we want you to be on board.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “If we’re successful in our bid, then we’re thinking it would be good if you could head Well of Brilliance. We think you’d love it.”
    Marilyn stared at her mother.
    “We need to make a move soon,” Alice said. “We believe they’re close to considering Greeves Minerals’ offer.”
    “Greeves Minerals? Is that why you declined to go on Biz Q&A ? Doesn’t Patrick now own part of that company?”
    “Well, we assume he’s inherited Margaret O’Neill’s shares. But no, we didn’t decline because of that. We just don’t have the time to be on the show. But if you do decide to go on Biz Q&A , I agree that you should tell Patrick about Grant Ace bidding for Well of Brilliance. I’m sure Patrick won’t have a problem with it, though. We’re all professionals. Mind you, if we succeed in buying Well of Brilliance, appearing on Biz Q&A to announce our new venture would be a great idea.”
    “I’ll have to think about it, Mum. I mean, I run my own business—”
    “I know, darling,” Alice interrupted with a hand on her arm. “You’re doing very well with it and you have no idea how proud your dad and I are of you. But it’s not as if business brokering is your passion, is it? You only went on your own because you wanted to prove to yourself and to everyone else that you’re just not a pretty face who happens to have us as your parents, right?”
    Marilyn’s lips curved in acknowledgement. There had been a time when she had hated working for Grant Ace. She’d felt that their employees, especially the upper-level managers, had never believed her suitable for a management position.
    Well, she herself had questioned if she was any good. She knew she’d leapfrogged her way up only because she was the bosses’ daughter. Sure, she was entitled to it. After all, she expected to inherit the company eventually. But she’d constantly wondered if she could go far on her own. So she’d set out to find the answers by distancing herself from her parents, business-wise.
    “You’re an asset to any business, Marilyn. Your dad and I would be fools not to try to encourage you to rejoin our management team.”
    “Let me think about it, Mum,” she said, even as her heart expanded from her mother’s words.
    “Of course. We’ll see you next Saturday for dinner.”
    She gave Alice a kiss. “Drive safely and give my love to Dad.”
    Alice nodded, waving goodbye, and Marilyn shut the door.
    Now she could go back to Jarryd.
    She took a deep breath, putting aside her business conversation with her mother to concentrate on the man waiting for her in her living room. She found him sipping on his iced tea, reading a business magazine that she’d left on the coffee table.
    Her breath hitched. She missed this—seeing Jarryd in her space. He’d always looked like he belonged here. Or rather, like he belonged with her .
    Marilyn shook her head. Wishful thinking didn’t make something true. And she’d already made a vow to herself before Jarryd had arrived that she wouldn’t succumb to his charms unless he wanted the same thing she did—an exclusive, ongoing relationship. Unfortunately, a casual, no-commitment fling with him would only make things much harder for her in the long run, so that was off the table.
    “I’m back,” she called out.
    Jarryd glanced up and

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