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  New York Times bestselling author Sherryl Woods sweeps readers away with a reader-favorite tale of finding strength—and love—in unexpected places.

  Audrey Nelson had heard the words “We knew we could count on you” too many times. She was known as a good sport, but to her that meant she was just a wimp! Canceling her vacation to cover a hot-air balloon festival was the absolute last time she would give in.

  But Blake Marshall’s high-handed manner didn’t give her a chance to say no. He literally swept her off her feet before she could protest, and his charm made dangerous inroads into her outrage. Audrey knew Blake understood her need for control and self-respect. Could he get her to say yes to the most important question of all?

  Sherryl Woods Booklist

  The Sweet Magnolias

  Stealing Home

  A Slice of Heaven

  Feels Like Family

  Welcome to Serenity

  Home in Carolina

  Sweet Tea at Sunrise

  Honeysuckle Summer

  Midnight Promises

  Catching Fireflies

  Where Azaleas Bloom

  Swan Point

  Chesapeake Shores

  The Inn at Eagle Point

  Flowers on Main

  Harbor Lights

  A Chesapeake Shores Christmas

  Driftwood Cottage

  Moonlight Cove

  Beach Lane

  An O’Brien Family Christmas

  The Summer Garden

  A Seaside Christmas

  The Christmas Bouquet

  Dogwood Hill

  Willow Brook Road

  The Devaney Brothers

  The Devaney Brothers: Ryan & Sean

  The Devaney Brothers: Michael & Patrick

  The Devaney Brothers: Daniel

  The Calamity Janes

  The Calamity Janes: Cassie & Karen

  The Calamity Janes: Gina & Emma

  The Calamity Janes: Lauren

  The Adams Dynasty

  A Christmas Blessing

  Natural Born Daddy

  The Cowboy and His Baby

  The Rancher and His Unexpected Daughter

  The Littlest Angel

  Natural Born Trouble

  Unexpected Mommy

  The Cowgirl and the Unexpected Wedding

  Natural Born Lawman

  The Unclaimed Baby

  The Cowboy and His Wayward Bride

  Suddenly, Annie’s Father

  The Cowboy and the New Year’s Baby

  Dylan and the Baby Doctor

  The Pint-Sized Secret

  Marrying a Delacourt

  The Delacourt Scandal

  “Everything working okay now?”

  Everything was tingling, but she wasn’t about to tell him that. “I’m not sure.”

  “Come here and let me check.”

  Audrey groaned at the seductive gleam in his eyes. “Don’t you ever think about anything else?”

  Blake considered the question carefully. “Nope. Not since you turned up. Before that, my mind was entirely on this balloon race.”

  “You have a fascinating array of seduction techniques, Mr. Marshall. Perhaps we should try marketing them to one of the men’s magazines. 101 Ways to Get a Woman into Your Arms.”

  “I’d rather think of some way to keep her there. My technique must need work. You keep running away.”

  “It should give you no end of satisfaction to know that as long as we’re up here, I won’t get far.”

  “Eventually, though, we’ll have to land,” he said, his expression suddenly sobering. “What happens then, Audrey?”

  Sherryl Woods has written more than seventy-five romances and mysteries in the past twenty years. She also operates her own bookstore, Potomac Sunrise, in Colonial Beach, Virginia, where readers from around the country stop by to discuss her favorite topic—books. If you can’t visit Sherryl at her store, then be sure to drop her a note at P.O. Box 490326, Key Biscayne, FL 33149 or check out her Web site at www.sherrylwoods.com.

  SHERRYL WOODS

  Can‘t Say No

  Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  One

  “No.”

  There was a disgusting catch in Audrey’s voice. She scowled at herself in the mirror. One simple, common, everyday word and she couldn’t get it out with any authority. Ridiculous. She squared her shoulders, lifted her chin defiantly and tried again.

  “No!”

  This time the word rang out in the tiny motel room. It was firm, emphatic, convincing. Obviously it was not the tone she had used with her boss yesterday, or she wouldn’t have been spending the start of her vacation on an assignment that held all the appeal of mud wrestling.

  “Audrey, I’ve got a little problem,” Harvey had said on Thursday morning. He’d said it early, before her first cup of coffee, when he knew her resistance was at its lowest.

  She had promptly clamped her hands over her ears. “I don’t want to hear it. When you have a little problem, it means I have an even bigger one. I’m leaving on vacation in precisely thirty-two hours—” she’d glanced at her watch “—and seventeen minutes. Whatever problems you’re having will have to wait until I get back.”

  “But this won’t wait and besides, you’re going to love it,” Harvey insisted, waving his unlit pipe in her direction and beaming at her. He wore a deceptively jovial look that usually spelled doom. “It’s a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.”

  Harvey Fielding wasn’t known as one of the best public relations men in the country for nothing. He’d joined the Blake Marshall Vineyards when they’d been little more than a field of grapes in the Napa Valley. Now it was one of the fastest-growing California wine companies, thanks to Blake Marshall’s genius for business and Harvey’s ingenious instincts for promoting it. He was a master at what Newsweek had described as “The Hyping of Napa Valley.” He’d been one of the first to offer tours of the winery, then gone on to add other enticements for visitors, including a moonlit champagne-and-classical-music concert series that had drawn thousands during the summer months.

  Audrey had worked for the company for more than two years. She knew all about Harvey’s “once-in-a-lifetime opportunities.” The last one had plunked her in a rowboat in the middle of a freezing stream for eight solid hours with a clipboard in her shaking hands and water splashing all over her new sneakers, while a camera crew tried to shoot a thirty-second commercial that Harvey had assured her would be a snap. Not even the presence of one of television’s steamiest, most sensual actors had warmed her blood. At least they’d given him hip boots, a sexy brunette actress and a magnum of the finest champagne to hold on to. They hadn’t even offered her a sweater. She still couldn’t view the ad on television without getting goose bumps.

  Harvey was not the steamroller sort of boss. He never made demands. Quite the contrary, he was subtle and persuasive. He knew exactly the right buttons to push—at least with her.

  Yesterday morning, for example, his expression had sobered impressively and he’d settled his considerable bulk on the edge of her desk. He’d leaned toward her conspiratorially with that “you’re the only one who can handle this” gleam in his eyes, and Audrey automatically had tried to inch her chair out of his line of attack. Unfortunately, she couldn’t retreat to the next county fast enough. Besides, Harvey would have followed her. He was looking very determined.

  “Look, I know you’re supposed to be goin
g on vacation, but I swear I’ll make it up to you,” he said with enough sincerity to win votes from an opposition party.

  “Supposed to be? I am going on vacation.” Even though she said it firmly, she could still hear the questioning lift in her voice. Damn.

  Harvey hurried right on. “It’s just one of those things. Joe was supposed to handle this, but his wife—You know Kelly Marie, don’t you? A really sweet girl. Anyway, she’s expecting a baby....”

  There had been this sinking sensation in the pit of Audrey’s stomach. She had sighed fatalistically and completed the sentence for him, “And Joe would never be able to forgive himself, if he weren’t around when she delivered.”

  In retrospect, she knew that was the moment when she should have said no. Emphatically. Instead, thinking of poor Kelly Marie going into labor all alone, she had muttered resignedly, “Okay, Harvey, what’s the assignment?”

  “The hot air balloon festival in Snowmass.” The words sort of ran together in a rush. When Harvey actually displayed overt signs of nervousness, it was definitely ominous.

  “What about it?” she asked, eyeing him warily. “Are we providing the champagne? Am I supposed to pour five thousand glasses of our finest?”

  Harvey scowled at her sarcasm. “No, it’s nothing like that. You won’t have to do a thing, really. Just be available. Blake’s entered in the race—it’s a damn crazy obsession for an executive, if you ask me—but we need one of the PR folks on hand to make sure the media gets anything they need about him or the company. The bio is all prepared. Joe even ran off a history of Blake’s record in these ridiculous competitions. Our boss is actually pretty good. He won down in Albuquerque this year and we weren’t around to capitalize on it. I don’t want that to happen again. All you’ll have to do is hand the press the prepared stuff and maybe do one quick release if he wins any of the events this time. I hear one of the networks will be there. You might try to set up something with them.” He peeked to check her reaction, then added, “I’d do it myself, but I’m scheduled to work that wine-tasting event in San Francisco.”

  He tried to make himself sound like a nominee for martyrdom, but Audrey wasn’t buying it. She knew all about those wine tastings. Harvey’s extraordinary talents would not be taxed. What she didn’t know much about were balloon races. She tried to pin Harvey down on the details. “Simple, straightforward PR and that’s it? You’re absolutely sure? There are no hidden agendas, no arranging middle-of-the-night tête-à-têtes for the boss?”

  “From all I’ve heard, Blake can handle those quite nicely on his own. As for you, you’ll get an all-expenses-paid weekend in Snowmass or Aspen. Take your pick. I’ll even consider throwing in a few extra days on the company, if you want to spend the rest of your vacation there. I hear it’s great in the summer. You can go hiking, go to the music festival, whatever it is people do in those ski resorts when there’s no snow on the ground.”

  “And my nonrefundable ticket to Hawaii?”

  “No problem. We’ll cover it and you can reschedule the trip for whenever you like.”

  Audrey regarded him warily. There was some little nugget of unpleasant information Harvey had yet to share with her. There had to be. He was still awfully edgy. “What’s the catch?”

  “There’s no catch.” He made a little cross-my-heart gesture. Audrey noticed he didn’t quite finish it, probably because he knew God would strike him dead on the spot.

  “Harvey, I know you. You don’t go tossing around paid vacations unless you know there’s something I’m going to hate.”

  Harvey regarded her indignantly. “Well, you will be delaying your vacation in Hawaii. I know how much you’ve been counting on it. Isn’t that enough?”

  “It is for me, but I have this funny little suspicion nagging at me that it’s not enough to explain your sudden burst of generosity. What’s the rest?”

  “Well, you will have to get up a little early....” At the lift of her brows, he hurried on, “But it won’t be so bad, really. It’s just for a couple of days. You’re a real trooper. You can manage.”

  “Forget the snow job. How early?”

  Harvey stared at the Monet print behind her desk, another ominous sign. Usually he could at least manage to look her in the eyes. Besides, he hated that print. He’d always said it was too “mushy.”

  “Harvey!”

  “You’ll have to be at the rodeo grounds in Snowmass by six to keep an eye on what’s happening.” He beamed at her again...unconvincingly. “But by noon you should have the rest of the day to yourself and it is only for the weekend. After that you can sleep all day, if you want to.”

  “Six o’clock in the morning?” Audrey had asked in a horrified whisper. “Harvey, you know perfectly well that I can barely get my eyes open by nine. I certainly can’t function before that. Do you want to trust Blake Marshall’s public relations to a woman who’s practically comatose?”

  “You won’t have to function exactly, at least not at that hour. You just have to show up, look things over, make a few contacts.”

  “Sounds like functioning to me.”

  “It’ll be a breeze. I promise. You know Blake’s reputation. He loves the limelight and the media gravitate to him. He’ll do most of his own public relations.”

  “Then why do I need to be there at all? He’ll probably fire both of us, when he discovers you’ve hired a woman who can’t talk in coherent sentences until lunchtime.”

  “You’re doing okay now.” Harvey had grinned at her and looked as though he might pat her on the head. If he had, she might very well have slugged him.

  Instead, he simply said, “I want you there because Blake Marshall owns this winery. Sales are climbing and he’s a hot story, if we play it right. If he wanted the entire public relations staff to fly balloons from Snowmass to the East Coast as a publicity gimmick, we’d all be climbing into those flimsy little baskets.”

  Even Harvey, who claimed more than his share of unorthodox youthful adventures, had shuddered at that prospect. “Fortunately, he seems to be willing to do that part himself. All you’ll need to do is put in an appearance and make sure the press and Blake get exactly what they need, a lot of solid PR for Blake Marshall Vineyards and his Grapes of Wrath balloon.”

  “His what?”

  Harvey grimaced. “I know. I didn’t pick the name. Ask him about it. Maybe it has something to do with that notorious temper of his.”

  “I hope it’s because he reads Steinbeck,” Audrey had retorted, stalking off to make her plane reservations only to discover that Harvey, the smug creep, had already made them for her.

  So, here she was on Friday at barely 5:00 a.m., with rain pouring down outside and the temperature hovering around 50 degrees. It was July, for God’s sakes! This was definitely not Hawaii.

  Three alarm clocks strategically placed around the room and a wake-up call from the front desk were needed just to get her out of bed. She was still standing bleary-eyed in front of a cracked mirror—another ominous sign?—wondering once again why she didn’t have any of that noble strength her mother swore her name was supposed to impart. As near as she could recall, the last time she had said no effectively, she had been barely two and it was practically the only word in her vocabulary. According to her parents, it had been her favorite for quite some time. Maybe she’d used it all up.

  More likely, she was just a sucker for a sob story. All that stuff about Joe’s pregnant wife, for instance, had gotten to her, played on her sympathy, just as Harvey had known it would. Five minutes after she’d left Harvey, though, she’d realized it was also so much hogwash. Kelly Marie was expecting a baby all right—in October, three months from now. She’d been sitting in her office muttering curses about her gullibility, when Joe had walked in to thank her. He’d looked worried sick.

  “Kelly Marie’s been having problems,” he’d said, running his fingers through his wheat-colored hair. His freckles stood out even more than usual against his pale complexion. “The d
octor wants her to stay in bed for the next three months. If she doesn’t, we could lose the baby. I just couldn’t go away, Audrey. I’m real sorry about your vacation, though. Harvey promised he’d take care of it.”

  Audrey had immediately forgiven Harvey and thanked heaven that she hadn’t given him a rough time about it. It would only have made Joe feel guilty and he didn’t need anything more to worry about right now.

  “You just take good care of Kelly Marie,” she’d reassured him. “I’ll work things out with Harvey. Hawaii will still be there, when I get around to it. Is there anything I can do for the two of you before I go?”

  “No. Kelly Marie’s mom is helping out, too, so we’re okay. You just try to have a good time.”

  She tried to tell herself that she’d instinctively sensed that Joe’s predicament was real, but that was utter nonsense. She’d said yes because being a good sport had gotten to be a habit. Her friends reminded her of that every time she crawled out of bed in the middle of the night to pick one of them up or drove across town in rush hour traffic to substitute for the baby-sitter who’d failed to show up.

  Less than a week ago she had been lured into leading an entire troup of raucous Cub Scouts around Fisherman’s Wharf, and she still wasn’t quite sure how she’d gotten pulled into that! One of her friends had been a very fast talker. Putting her crying, hiccuping eight-year old on the phone to plead with Audrey had probably been the clincher.

  “We knew we could count on you” was rapidly becoming a refrain that turned her stomach.

  “Enough is enough,” she muttered, gesturing determinedly with her toothbrush. “No more Ms. Nice Guy. No more Understanding Woman. No more guilt when you turn down some outrageous request. Do you understand that, Audrey?”

  “Got it,” she retorted sleepily and stepped into the shower. Maybe a week in Aspen wouldn’t be so bad after all. Maybe she could use the time to reread every book ever published on assertiveness. Maybe this time their message would sink in and she could go back to California with a new aggressive, stand-firm outlook. It was one thing to be a friend people could call on in a pinch. It was quite another to be a doormat.