Lilah's List. Robyn Amos
huge crush on Reggie. More often than not, she’d been stuck with him because his younger brother had his head in the clouds and rarely showed up for tutoring on time.
When Reggie had shown up, he wasted her time bitching about how hard things were around the house. Hard? The kid had everything handed to him on a silver platter. It was Tyler who picked up the slack. Shopping for food, running errands and driving the tutor home while Reggie played video games in his bedroom.
But, if Reggie was self-centered, he had no one to blame but himself. Their mother was a doctor and their father a lawyer. So, although they always had every new gadget and video game, their parents were rarely home. Vivian Martin didn’t like having strangers raise her kids, so when Tyler was old enough, Reggie became his responsibility.
Thank God he loved the kid. Which wasn’t difficult since Reggie had a witty sense of humor and was genuinely fun to be around. He had an inherent charm that made it easy to forgive his mistakes. They were extremely close, which worked out well since their worlds were so tightly intertwined.
Reggie had a natural gift for music, and Tyler had a natural gift for business. While Reggie wrote songs in the recording studio, it was Tyler’s job to handle the business details, including making sure the accountant, publicist and the rest of the industry didn’t take advantage of his baby brother.
Which brought him to his present situation. He avoided the limelight whenever possible, but he’d come to accept that in this business, important meetings often took place in the VIP lounge of some popular night spot. He now represented several people in the entertainment industry, and tonight Reggie wanted him to meet a potential new client.
Now that he’d gotten them past the doorman, Tyler half expected the girls to float off. Instead they huddled close, with no obvious agenda.
The room—lit with pink, green and orange neon lights showcasing wide decadent beds with drapes and pillows—was buzzing but not packed. He scanned the area for Reggie, but since he didn’t see a crowd of fawning females, he knew Reggie wasn’t in the room.
A DJ pumped mellow dance music through the speakers, loud enough to catch a rhythm but not so loud as to curb conversations.
“Um, you’re probably wondering why you found us trying to crash this party, huh?” Angie started.
“Since you mentioned it…”
“We’re kind of on a mission. Tell him, Lilah.”
Lilah blanched and gave her friend a stunned look.
Tyler tried to break the ice. “Like a scavenger hunt?”
Lilah gulped. “Yeah, sort of. Um, when I was sixteen I made this list of things I wanted to do before I turned thirty.”
Tyler nodded. He was thirty-two, which meant the big three-oh had to be just around the corner for Lilah.
“My birthday’s in two weeks, and I thought it might be nice to finish off The List.”
“And something on your list involves this club?” Tyler couldn’t help noticing that Lilah seemed mortified. He wanted to ease her embarrassment, but he didn’t know how when he didn’t even know what she was trying not to say.
“A couple of things, actually.” She pulled a PDA phone out of her purse and showed him the illuminated screen. “Crash a party and…uh, something else.”
“What’s the other thing?” He couldn’t keep himself from asking.
“It’s actually pretty convenient that we ran into you because it involves your brother Reggie,” Angie said, trying to help Lilah along.
“Ah, I see…” He should have known.
If it were possible, Lilah seemed even more embarrassed. “Keep in mind, I started this list when I was sixteen.” She scrolled her PDA screen and handed him the phone.
Item number one on her list was date Reggie Martin. For some reason that Tyler couldn’t define, his heart sank.
He’d known she’d had a crush on his brother back in high school. He’d even tried to get his brother to acknowledge that fact, but he’d insisted that Tyler was reading too much into the situation.
Lilah rushed to explain herself. “I know it sounds absurd. He probably has a girlfriend or fiancée or something. I just thought, maybe, as a favor to a high school friend, we could have drinks or something. That way I can cross this off my list with minimal intrusion on his life.”
Tyler couldn’t help himself. He threw his head back and laughed. When he saw the hurt expression on her face, he immediately brought himself under control. “I’m sorry. Yes, he’s single. I’m sure some sort of meeting that will qualify as a date won’t be a problem.”
Lilah was visibly relieved and Tyler felt his stomach muscles clench as she asked, “Is he here tonight? We heard that he might be here.”
“Yeah, he’s supposed to meet me here. He’s probably in the VIP area, wherever that might be. Hold on.”
Tyler pulled out his cell phone and punched the speed dial for his brother.
“Yo,” Reggie answered with his standard greeting.
“Where are you? I’m at the club, and I don’t see you.”
“I’m downstairs in the VIP. Come down.”
“Actually, I’m up here with a couple of women who would like to talk to you.”
“Nice. Brother, you work fast. Are they hot?”
Tyler let his gaze slide over to the two women watching him expectantly. He turned his back, feeling heat creep up his neck. “Of course.”
Angie, tall and willowy with her wild explosion of curls, was definitely beautiful, if you liked that funky art-student vibe. Lilah, on the other hand, was petite and curvy with luminous pale skin and honey-colored hair. She hadn’t changed much since high school. In fact, if he hadn’t known better, he would have sworn that she was still in high school.
The only really noticeable changes were her eyes. They no longer held the open invitation he used to see there. Now, they were clearly marked Do Not Disturb. She’d been burned by someone.
But then again, who hadn’t? It was only a matter of time for most people anyway.
“Do you want me to bring them down?”
“Nah, if they’re the clingy type, once they’re in, I’ll never shake them off. I’ll come up. Give me ten.”
“Great. We’ll get a table…er, bed and wait for you.”
He clicked the phone shut and turned back to the girls. “He’ll meet us up here in ten minutes. I’ll see about finding us a spot to hang out.”
Angie shook her shoulder so hard, Lilah thought her arm might fall off. “See, this worked out just like I said it would.”
Lilah snorted. “Not just like you said it would. Besides, it hasn’t ‘worked out’ yet.”
“Come on, what are the odds of Tyler Martin coming to our rescue of all people? For a split second, I actually thought it was Reggie coming up behind us.”
“You’re not the only one.” Lilah decided that it was her state of shock that accounted for her sudden loss of breath at the sight of Tyler.
Her memory of him hadn’t done him justice. She’d gotten the basic stats right in her mind’s eye—tall, dark-skinned, the same chestnut-brown eyes that Reggie had. But the real beauty lay in the details.
He was so much taller than she’d remembered. Sure, she was all of five-foot-two herself, but Tyler seemed to loom in the night like a dark tower in a black overcoat. And his skin was dark, but it glowed like burnished wood—clear and smooth.
And those light-brown eyes were not so much brooding as