Bride by Design
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Eve Birmingham is devoted to the famous jewelry company called Birmingham on State, but she's a businesswoman, not a jewelry designer. Eve's in line to inherit the family business, but she didn't inherit the genes that would let her create marvelous jewelry – and with the pending retirement of her grandfather, the man who built the company, Birmingham on State must have a new designer who can carry the business into the future.
David Elliot is the best there is. He's young, skilled, gifted, visionary… and poor enough that he's willing to accept a bargain to join not only the family firm, but the family. By marrying Eve, he can take over Birmingham on State. He'd be a fool to turn down the opportunity of a lifetime – even if it means sharing his life with a mystery woman who won't explain why she's willing to marry for the sake of a business. Is Eve Birmingham really the glacier she appears? Or is there a volcano buried underneath?
Classic romance from international bestselling author Leigh Michaels
Leigh Michaels is the award-winning author of more than 100 books, including historical romance, contemporary romance, and books about writing. Her books have been published in 27 languages and 120 countries, with more than 35 million copies in print.
Leigh Michaels
Leigh Michaels (https://leighmichaels.com) is the author of more than 100 books, including contemporary romance novels, historical romance novels, and non-fiction books including local history and books about writing. She is the author of Writing the Romance Novel, which has been called the definitive guide to writing romances. Six of her books have been finalists in the Romance Writers of America RITA contest for best traditional romance of the year, and she has won two Reviewers' Choice awards from Romantic Times (RT Book Review) magazine. More than 35 million copies of her books have been published in 25 languages and 120 countries around the world. She teaches romance writing online at Gotham Writers Workshop.
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Bride by Design - Leigh Michaels
Bride by Design
By Leigh Michaels
Copyright 2002, 2022
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Bride by Design
Eve Birmingham is devoted to the famous jewelry company called Birmingham on State, but she’s a businesswoman, not a jewelry designer. Eve is in line to inherit the family business, but she didn’t inherit the genes that would let her create marvelous jewelry – and with the pending retirement of her grandfather, the man who built the company, Birmingham on State must have a new designer who can carry the business into the future.
David Spurgeon is the best there is. He’s young, skilled, gifted, visionary... and poor enough that he’s willing to accept a bargain to join not only the family firm, but the family. By marrying Eve, he can take over Birmingham on State.
He’d be a fool to turn down the opportunity of a lifetime – even if it means sharing his life with a mystery woman who won’t explain why she’s willing to marry for the sake of a business. Is Eve Birmingham really the glacier she appears? Or is there a volcano buried underneath?
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
A Word from the Author
About the Author
Other Books by Leigh Michaels
CHAPTER ONE
He was used to glitter , for it surrounded him always. He had grown accustomed to the iridescent mystery of opals, the sullen fire of rubies, the icy brilliance of diamonds, the chilly gleam of platinum and the quick warmth of gold.
But David had never seen anything like this jewelry store–a store so well known that its formal title didn’t bother to specify what it was. Instead, it was simply known as Birmingham on State. The proprietor’s name and the street, that was all–for nothing else was needed. Everyone knew that Birmingham on State was the place to go for jewelry, if one wanted the beautiful, the unique, the costly, or the innovative.
It didn’t look like the usual jewelry store, either; it was arranged more like a fashion salon. There were no plate-glass windows in front, facing onto Chicago’s famous State Street. Inside, instead of rows of display cases, there were only half a dozen individual glass cubes, each perched atop a gray marble pillar at perfect viewing height and each containing only a few items. The boxes were scattered seemingly at random across an expanse of plain blue-gray plush carpet. Nearest the door, the only case he could really see held an inch-wide diamond choker draped across a velvet display board so that it looked like a waterfall of fire under the spotlight above it.
A man in a dark suit approached him, his steps hushed on the thick carpet. May I help you, sir?
David was still looking at the choker. There was something unusual about the way those stones were set. Even from several feet away, he knew it as clearly as if the necklace had spoken to him. But he didn’t know exactly what made it different. His fingertips itched to get hold of the necklace, to take a closer look at the workmanship, to see if he could figure out precisely how it had been done.
But he hadn’t been invited to fly out from Atlanta to inspect Henry Birmingham’s merchandise and learn all the old man’s tricks. At least, he didn’t think that was why he was here, but the truth was, he really didn’t know why he’d been summoned out of the blue.
David Spurgeon to see Mr. Birmingham,
he said.
Oh, yes. He’s expecting you.
The man led the way across the acre of carpet and around the artfully designed end of a wall into a tiny room which hadn’t even been visible from the main entrance. It contained three small but comfortable-looking armchairs and–between the chairs–a small table with the top half-draped in velvet the same color as the carpet. In one of the armchairs was Henry Birmingham. At the moment, the old man looked as if he was playing tiddlywinks with a dozen diamond rings.
David stopped in the doorway. Henry pushed the rings aside into a careless heap and stood up.
David had seen Henry Birmingham from a distance, of course, at jewelers’ conventions and seminars, but he’d never before come face-to-face with the king of jewelry design. He was startled to see that the man was smaller than he’d expected–both shorter and slighter, his spine slightly stooped with age. But his hair, though it was iron-gray, was still thick and unruly, and his eyes were as brilliant as the stones he worked with.
The old man’s gaze focused narrowly on David. For nearly ten seconds he simply looked, and when at last he smiled and held out a hand, David felt as if he’d just finished running a quarter-mile high-hurdle race blindfolded and still managed to come in the winner.
Welcome to Birmingham on State,
Henry said. And thank you for coming all the way out here to see me. Have a chair.
He sat again himself and looked contemplatively at the rings spread in front of him. A most unusual request, this one. The lady gathered up all the rings she’s acquired through the years–family pieces that have been handed down, her own wedding rings from her first couple of marriages, that sort of thing. Not a valuable one among them, really. The gold is all right, but they’re of ordinary design, set with undistinguished stones. Certainly, there’s nothing here she’ll ever wear again. But instead of leaving them at the bottom of her jewelry case to gather dust for even more years, she brought them here and asked me to make them into a new piece.
He looked up. Any ideas?
David smiled slightly. I don’t think you invited me to Chicago because you need my advice on how to design jewelry, Mr. Birmingham. You’ve been in the business fifty years longer than I have.
Call me Henry. Everyone else does.
Henry Birmingham sat back in his chair. No, I didn’t invite you because I was stumped over this project. But I would like your opinion.
David leaned forward and picked up the nearest ring. The shank was worn thin, and the brushed-gold pattern which had once surrounded the stone had been almost rubbed away through daily wear. The small diamond was, as Henry had said, ordinary in cut and color and clarity, and one of the prongs that held it was almost worn through. He put it down and picked up another. Even without getting his loupe out of his pocket so he could take a closer look, he could see that this diamond was chipped along the girdle.
A quick glance told him that the rest of the assortment was much the same. The cuts of the stones were old-fashioned, the craftsmanship both commonplace and well-worn. There’s not much here to work with. What does she want? A brooch? A pendant?
She left the matter completely up to me.
Then if she doesn’t like the finished product she can blame you.
Perhaps.
Henry leaned forward, elbows on the table, hands tented under his chin. What would you do?
Take the stones out. Melt each ring separately and pour the gold into water so as it cools it will form a random-shaped nugget. Then I’d reset the stones into the nuggets and string them together with a nice heavy gold chain to make either a bracelet or a necklace. If she’d rather have a showier piece, then I’d make one big nugget.
David tossed the ring back into the pile. Did I pass your test?
Test?
Does that suggestion make the cost of my plane ticket worthwhile to you?
Henry sat silent, while–too late–David thought better of the flippant question. Of all the stupid things to say... He didn’t even know the man, much less have an idea of why Henry Birmingham had asked him to visit his store. It was no time to be making wisecracks.
If I hadn’t already concluded that the plane ticket was money well spent,
Henry said finally, I wouldn’t have asked your opinion about the rings. Let’s get out of here so we can talk. It’s a little early for lunch, perhaps, but we can have a drink.
He left the rings scattered on the velvet, picked up a gold-topped ebony cane that had been leaning against the end of the table, and led the way out of the little consultation room.
David hesitated. Shouldn’t these be put away securely before you leave? Even if they’re not collector’s items, they have value.
One of the clerks will do it.
Henry’s smile was quick. That’s the good thing about being the boss, and–even more–being thought to be a genius. I’ve got my staff convinced that I’m too busy creating to be bothered with details like picking up after myself.
David glanced back over his shoulder as they crossed to the main entrance and saw a woman in a black dress going into the small room.
He wouldn’t have been surprised if Henry had taken him to the fanciest private club in town. He was sure the man must belong to them all, since that was where his clients were to be found.
He was startled when, instead of hailing a cab, Henry strode down the block to a side street and turned into a little tavern that looked as if it had been there for a hundred years.
Henry shot him a look. Not much atmosphere here. But the food’s good, the beer’s reasonably priced, and the staff doesn’t hassle you to hurry, which is more than you can say for most of the fancy spots.
He headed toward a booth in the far corner. What would you like, David?
Coffee, please.
Henry raised an eyebrow. Do you have a problem with drinking a beer? Or something stronger?
Not at all, under the right circumstances. Today I think I’d be wise to keep a very level head.
To his surprise, Henry laughed. Not a bad idea, that.
He waved a waitress over and asked her to bring a pot of coffee and two cups. Then we can sit as long as we like and not be disturbed at all. So–I imagine you’re wondering why I invited you to fly out here today, and why I suggested you not tell your boss where you were going.
Both of those questions have occurred to me,
David said dryly.
The waitress brought their coffee, filled the cups, and went away without a word. Henry stirred sugar into his cup. You’re a very talented young designer.
Thank you, sir.
In fact, you’re probably one of the three most talented of your age and experience in the country right now.
I’m honored that you noticed me.
I probably wouldn’t have, if you hadn’t decided to enter your own designs in that contest last spring, instead of the stuff you’ve been doing for your employer.
Henry leaned forward. The fact is, David, as long as you stay in the job you’re in, you’re going nowhere, because the firm you work for is too staid and conservative to let you spread your wings.
He hit that one right on the nose. David said levelly, My employer has never been unfair to me.
Henry raised his eyebrows. You’re too loyal to say anything bad about them?
Yes, I am, as long as I’m drawing a paycheck. I’ve always believed if I wanted to badmouth a boss I should resign first.
I’d heard that about you,
Henry murmured. Loyal to the core. Well, the situation with your employer is neither here nor there. You know they’re hide-bound, and I know it–so there’s no further need to discuss it. Let’s talk about you instead. Are you content to spend the rest of your life creating infinite tiny variations on a theme that was boring to start with?
Cruel-sounding as the statement was, David had to admit that it fitted his job description uncomfortably well. When you put it that way, no–of course I’m not content. And I’m open to other possibilities. However, any employer will place certain restrictions–
Henry interrupted. Then why haven’t you struck out on your own?
Started my own firm, you mean? With all due respect, sir, even you didn’t do that. You didn’t have much of a base to build on, I grant, but you did have your father’s tiny storefront and a few customers already established.
Henry chuckled. I see you’ve done your homework.
Everybody in the industry knows all about Birmingham on State. In contrast, I’d be starting from scratch–zero. Today the capital required to start up a new firm and carry it through until it developed a solid customer base would be immense, far larger than you needed fifty years ago.
So you have thought of it.
Of course I have.
Ambition’s a good thing.
Henry refilled his cup. Did you like what you saw of Birmingham on State?
David nodded, a bit puzzled. If I had the money to take off on my own, your business would be the model I’d use. Why?
How would you like to have it?
David’s ears began to buzz. Had he possibly heard what he thought he had? "Have it? he asked cautiously.
I’m not sure what you mean."
Have it.
Henry’s tone was impatient. Run it. Own it.
David stared at him. Had the man gone mad? He hadn’t heard any rumors about Henry Birmingham having lost his marbles. Of course, if it had been obvious that he’d blown his circuits, someone would have done something about it, and he wouldn’t be running around loose. But if he was just quietly going kooky...
David kept his voice very calm, as if he were talking to a child. I’ve already told you I can’t scrape up money to start on my own. It might be a little easier to convince a bank or a venture capital firm to lend me money to buy an established business somewhere, but not Birmingham on State. The amounts we’re talking about would be astronomical. I don’t think I have the backing to borrow that sort of–
My business is not for sale.
But then–
David shook his head. "Then I really don’t understand what you’re talking about."
I’m offering to give it to you, David. Half of it, I should say–but you’d have complete freedom where your designs are concerned. Of course, there are a few.... conditions. Want to hear about them?
HENRY HAD BEEN GONE for a full quarter of an hour when David’s head finally stopped thrumming and he could begin to think straight again.
It isn’t Henry Birmingham who’s gone around the bend, Spurgeon–it’s you.
What in hell had he agreed to do? And why? – Though that was a foolish question. Dangling Birmingham on State in front of him had been like tantalizing a shark with a big chunk of raw tuna, and Henry had known it.
Though it wasn’t the business David had snapped at, tempting though it was. It was the freedom Henry had offered, a freedom that he chafed for and knew he would never find unless he could be his own boss.
The man was a mesmerist, that was the only explanation. Henry had hypnotized him into thinking that the offer he had made was feasible, when in fact...
He should get out right now, while he still could. Stand up and walk out of the little tavern. Hail the first cab he saw and get himself to O’Hare and onto the next plane back to Atlanta. Shake the dust of