“I give you the key to my car.” Zach ignored Dylan’s protests and began to lay out a simple, straightforward plan.
Dylan folded his arms belligerently across the front of his business suit. “So I can break in to it.”
“So you can unlock it. There is no breaking required.”
“And steal Kaitlin’s laptop.”
“Her briefcase is probably a better bet,” Zach suggested. “I suspect the laptop has a password. You photocopy the drawings. You put them back. You lock my trunk, and you’re done.”
“It’s stealing, Zach. Plain and simple.”
“It’s photocopying, Dylan. Even Kaitlin’s pit bull of a lawyer—”
“Lindsay.”
Zach rapped his knuckles on his desktop. “Even Lindsay would have to admit that intellectual property created by Kaitlin while she was on the Harper Transportation payroll belongs to the company. And the company belongs to me.”
“And to her.”
Zach, exasperated, threw up his hands. “Whose side are you on?”
“This doesn’t feel right.”
Zach glared at his lifelong friend, searching for the argument that would bring Dylan around to logic. He couldn’t help but wish a few of Caldwell’s more disreputable genes had trickled down through the generations.
It wasn’t as if they were knocking over a bank. It was nothing more than a frat prank. And he owned the damn designs. And while they might technically be half hers, they were also half his—morally, they were all his—and he had a corporation to protect. A corporation that employed thousands of people, all of them depending on Zach to make good decisions for Harper Transportation.
“I need to know she won’t ruin me,” he said to Dylan. “We know she’s out for revenge. And think about it, Dylan. If she was only worried we’d disagree on the aesthetics of the renovation, she’d flaunt the drawings in my face. She’s up to something.”
Dylan stared in silence for a long minute, and Zach could almost feel him working through the elements of the situation.
“Up to what?” he finally asked, and Zach knew he had him.
“Up to spending Harper Transportation into a hole we can’t climb out of then walking away and letting me sink.”
“You think she’d—”
“I don’t know what she’d do. That’s my point. I don’t know anything about this woman except that she blames me for everything that’s wrong in her life.”
Even as he said the words to Dylan, Zach was forced to silently acknowledge they weren’t strictly true. He knew more than that about Kaitlin. He knew she was beautiful, feisty and funny. He knew her kisses made him forget they were enemies. And he knew he wanted her more than he’d ever wanted any woman in his life.
But that only meant he had to be tougher, even more determined to win. His feelings for her were a handicap, and he had to get past them.
“If it was you,” Zach told Dylan in complete honesty, “if someone was after you, I’d lie, cheat and steal to save you.”
Dylan hesitated. “That’s not fair.”
“How is it not fair?”
“You’d lie, cheat and steal at the drop of a hat.”
Zach couldn’t help but grin. It was a joke. Dylan had no basis for the accusation, and they both knew it.
Zach rounded the desk, knowing Dylan was on board. “That’s because I’m a pirate at heart.”
“And I am not.”
Zach clapped Dylan on the shoulder. “But I’m working on you.”
“That’s what scares me.”
“You may be a lot of things,” said Zach, “but scared isn’t one of them.”
Dylan shook his head in both disgust and capitulation. “Give me your damn car keys,” he grumbled. “And you owe me one.”
Zach extracted his spare key from his pocket and handed them to Dylan. “I’ll pay it back anytime you want. We’ll be at Boondocks in an hour. The valet parking is off Forty-fourth.”
Dylan glanced down at the silver key in his palm. “How did it come to this?”
“Lately, I ask myself that every morning.”
Dylan quirked a half smile. “Maybe if you’d get yourself back on the straight and narrow.”
“I am on the straight and narrow. Now get out there and steal for me.”
Dylan on side, Zach cleared his evening’s schedule and exited his office, making his way to the third floor. He had been making a point by putting Kaitlin in such a cramped space. It occurred to him that Dylan might be right. His moral compass could, in fact, be slipping.
He wasn’t particularly proud of this next plan. But he didn’t see any other way to get the information. And the situation was getting critical. Finding Kaitlin a new job wasn’t going as smoothly as he’d expected. There was the real possibility he’d have to implement her renovation plans, and he couldn’t afford to be blindsided by whatever extravagant and ungainly design she’d dreamed up.