week alone in this house â he began to get seriously bored. New York, of course, offered plenty of things to do, even more than Los Angeles, but the incredible cold was damping his enthusiasm. Also â even though Staten Island was a quiet neighborhood â the idea of being recognized had discouraged him from stepping out of the house. He had only to think of what had happened a few days earlierâ¦
He had learned quickly how to enchant women. It was an easy way to secure favors â of any kind. So, on that occasion too, he had used his charm to
buy
the silence of that woman. He wasnât especially proud of it and couldnât forget the disapproving, nauseated expression of his neighbor. The thought of that little, outspoken, red-haired girl made him go over to the window, where he had a perfect view of her house on the other side of the street.
After their last turbulent encounter, he hadnât seen her again. Once he happened to gaze at her across the street, but she never even glanced in his direction. He was puzzled: usually women seemed to crave his attention, or at least they were curious⦠but this woman appeared to be completely indifferent to him, even simply as a man.
However, for some bizarre reason, Cade felt attracted to her. It wasnât something physical. She was pretty, maybe not strikingly so, and definitely not a classic beauty. The two times he had met her, she was bundled up in baggy clothes, so he couldnât really tell much about her shape, but certainly she couldnât be more than five-foot four and she was slender. Her face was the most attractive part of her. Her beautiful big hazel eyes, with hints of green, could shoot daggers at anyone; but the adorable dimples that appeared when she smiled, could change her expression in an instant. Her mass of flamboyant red, softly curled hair made her look like a woods nymph or a mischievous fairy. If his agent could see her, he would surely find a part for her in one of those fantasy movies so popular these days. But what had impressed him the most was her scent, which was of cinnamon cookies⦠an aroma that was good, sweet and reassuring. If she werenât so aggressively outspoken, it would have been a pleasure to be around her for that alone. Not that he was eager for female company! After the most recent events, the desire to have a woman by his side had definitely waned.
âOh, my adored,
exiled
son! Iâm so happy to hear from youâ¦â His motherâs voice brought him back to the present.
âMother! It took an eternity for you to answer! I was almost ready to give up. Have you stopped staying glued to your cell, waiting for your favorite sonâs call?â
âDonât be so sure of yourself. Youâre not my favorite son any more⦠now Jake is the chosen son!â
âJake! That wanker always hunching over his notebook, writing little romantic novels?â Cade joked, leaning on the window sill.
âHis
little romantic novels
â as you call them â are bestsellers in the United States, and will be translated into four foreign languages soon! Youâre not the only celebrity among the Harrisons⦠rest assured, Cade!â His mother scolded him with affection â perceptible even at a distance. âActually, Jake has become my favorite son because he has a great idea to save our Christmas.â
âAnd what would that be?â
âHis girlfriend Monique has a house in Brooklyn. Her parents are leaving for a vacation, so she invited Jake and all our family to spend Christmas there. So, sinceâ¦â
âSince Iâm in New York, it would be easier to join you allâ¦â
âExactly! Itâs not in the stars for a family to be separated at Christmas!â
âMom, how much did it cost you to organize all this?â
âLove, you must be joking. I wouldnât spend a penny, even for something like