“How am I to know you’ll keep up your end of the deal?” my adversary queried.
It took everything in me not to allow even a shadow of victory to pulse through me. “If you accept the wager,” I said, all wide eyes and bravado, “we’ll make two calls: one to your lawyer and one to mine.”
CHAPTER 82
What the hell are you doing?” Alisa hissed.
The two of us were—purportedly—alone, but even with no one visibly listening, I didn’t want to explain anything that could tip my hand to Blake.
“What I have to,” I said, hoping Alisa would read so much more in my tone.
I have a plan.
I can do this.
You have to trust me.
Alisa stared at me like I’d grown horns. “You absolutely do not have to do this.”
I wasn’t going to win this argument, so I didn’t even try. I just waited for her to realize that I wasn’t backing down.
When she did, Alisa swore under her breath and looked away. “Do you know why Nash and I broke off our engagement?” she asked in a tone that was far too calm for both the words she’d spoken and our current situation.
“He was so determined that his grandfather wasn’t going to pull his strings —or mine. He expected me to walk away from all things Hawthorne, too.”
“And you couldn’t.” I wasn’t sure where she was going with this.
“Nash was raised to be extraordinary,” Alisa said. “But he wasn’t the only one the old man had a hand in raising, so yes, I stayed.” Alisa clipped the words, refusing to allow them more importance than she had to. “I did what Nash should have done. It cost me everything, but before Mr.
Hawthorne passed, he stipulated to my father and the other partners that I would be the one who took the lead with you.” She looked down. “I can just hear what the old man would say about the mess I’ve made of my job. First, I let myself get kidnapped, and now this.”
The mess that she thought I was making right now.
“Or maybe,” I told her in a tone that somehow captured her attention, “you’ve done exactly what he raised you to do—exactly what he chose you to do.”
I willed her to read meaning into my emphasis. He didn’t just choose you. He chose me, too, Alisa—and maybe I’m doing exactly what he chose me for.
Slowly, the expression in her deep brown eyes shifted. She knew that I was telling her to believe that I’d been chosen for a reason. That this was the reason.
This was our play.
“Do you have any idea how risky this is?” Alisa asked me.
“It always has been,” I replied, “from the moment Tobias Hawthorne changed his will.”
This was his very risky gamble—and mine.
CHAPTER 83
Blake let me play white, which meant that the first move was mine. I went with the Queen’s Gambit. It wasn’t until a dozen moves later that Vincent Blake realized my instincts went beyond classic maneuvers. Four moves after that, he took my bishop, allowing me to execute a sequence that ended with me taking his queen.
Slowly, move by move and counterattack by counterattack, Vincent Blake realized that we were much more evenly matched than he’d anticipated.
“I see now,” he told me, “what you’re doing.”
He saw what I had done. The young woman he was playing against now wasn’t the one who’d lost to Eve. I’d hustled him, and he knew it—far too late.
In four moves, I thought, my heartbeat brutal and incessant in my chest, I’ll have him.