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to recognize, or—”
    “Away with that logic, and let the devil take it!”
    Peter launched from his leather chair, framed from behind by a curving stretch of Knightsbridge lined by ancient brick buildings that were lovingly maintained and appealed to Jackson’s aesthetics. He’d always loved classic architecture steeped in history, and London fairly burst with it. Too bad recent developments threw stains across that pleasure.
    Peter paced the carpet. “If John Kensington allows her recommendations to have that much sway over his business decisions, then we don’t want it. North American operations can survive quite well without the portfolio he’s offering.”
    That level of backing felt wonderful, certainly, but Jackson was embarrassed by the necessity of revealing such a painful set of personal circumstances to a man he respected as much as Peter Colby. Circumstances that he didn’t feel painted him in the most favorable light.
    They had just concluded a late working lunch at the nearby conference table. The earthy spice of Chinese food still flavored the air, wafting from open containers. Next to a smattering of leftovers stood humming computers and open project folders they had scrutinized during the course of their meal. Of particular interest, and leading to their present conversation, was the topic of upcoming bids and strategy for securing further business in the States.
    “There are a number of high-level executives from companies in America who are eager to do business with Colby. Several of them will attend our company Christmas party next week. As you know, that’s another reason why I wanted you to visit the UK right now. Between you, me, and my father, I’m confident we’ll garner enough opportunity to make this Kensi-Corp drama a non-issue.”
    Again Jackson was appreciative of the support, but he still wondered. Why didn’t he feel altogether comforted?
    “Don’t let this detract. In light of Tamara’s behavior, I’d like nothing better than to rescind her invite.”
    “I’m grateful for your loyalty, but let’s be pragmatic,” Jackson said. “There’s no polite way to avoid her invitation to the Christmas event. She’s a client who gave us a sizeable project which we completed successfully.”
    “Oh, leave her to me, my friend.” They reconvened at the conference table workspace. Peter’s smile struck Jackson as shark-like—relishing. “I’ll see to it she has a wonderful time. By the same token, I’ll make certain she ends up nowhere near you.” As fast as it dawned, his intensity vanished. “Vanessa’s helping to oversee the party. Did I mention?”
    Jackson cleared his throat and shuffled papers into unnecessary tidiness. Peter’s laughter rumbled. “Merritt, you’d make a horrible poker player.” All at once, he leaned forward, piercing Jackson with a look. “Does she know anything about this?”
    “She doesn’t know about Tamara’s arrival in London. I haven’t had a chance to tell her yet. My responsibility was to you first and foremost but I’ll fill her in tonight. I don’t want her to be blindsided by any kind of ugliness, corporate or otherwise.”
    Peter’s display of fierce protectiveness softened. No question his love for his sibling ran strong and deep. “You’re admirable, Jackson. Join us for dinner tonight at the apartment. Lexie’s wanted to extend some hospitality, and Vannie will be there, of course. The two of you can slip away at some point, grab a walk, and sort matters.” Focused on his monitor, Peter reengaged his computer and began to tap keys. “You don’t deserve a mess like this. Let God take matters where they’re meant to be. On my end, you have nothing to be concerned about. All anyone asks is that you continue to run our company overseas with success…and heart.”
    Jackson dove into work as well, liking the pointed manner in which Peter concluded the topic.
     
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    Vanessa had never been one for fairytales. She