The Kingmaker (All the King's Men, #1)(27)

“It’s really cold and wet there?” I ask with a self-mocking grin.

He smiles back, but there is a graveness to the set of his mouth. “It means that if all the ice in Antarctica melted, global sea levels would increase so much that London, New York, Sydney—major cities would be underwater.”

“Holy crap.”

“It’s unlikely that it would all melt, but things are changing rapidly. We could wait until it’s too late to do a damn thing, which is why we should be doing those things now. While we can.” He caresses my cheekbone. “And you wouldn’t have to worry about all those people you want to help, Nix, because they’d all be dead. So, yes. I want to save the world, too.”

I feel chagrined and incredibly turned on and concerned about the planet all of a sudden. I want to recycle and dry hump him in the middle of the square. These feelings, seemingly at odds with one another, confuse me. Or maybe it’s him being so much more than I bargained for, and exactly what I was hoping.





13





Maxim





This was a good idea. Vuurtoreneiland is a great first date if you can swing it because it’s a full experience, not just dinner. Five hours. You usually need reservations, but I know a guy who knows a guy.

“This is gorgeous,” Lennix says, her eyes scanning the horizon as we cross the IJ to reach the island where we’ll have dinner. “Now explain to me what this is we’re doing.”

“It’s called Vuurtoreneiland, which translates to lighthouse island. You can only really reach it by boat. It used to be a functioning lighthouse, but now there’s a restaurant. In the summer, dinner is in a greenhouse. In the winter, which is anything before July for all intents and purposes, you dine underground in a bunker. I’m not sure exactly what to expect, but I hear great things.”

“A new adventure. You seem to enjoy those.”

“Yeah, I guess I do. Always something new to learn, but I have a lot I want to accomplish, so there’s always more I need to know.”

“Ahhh.” She nods like I’ve confirmed something I didn’t even realize was in question.

“What’s that ‘ahhhh’ for?”

“I pegged you for ambitious at first.”

“You were right. Ambitious would be an understatement. Are you one of those people who thinks ambition’s a bad thing?”

“No, not necessarily. I’m ambitious, too. My ambition is to serve and help, but I take it very seriously. I want to be the best I can possibly be at it.”

“You said at first you pegged me as ambitious. What was your second impression?”

“Crusader, I guess. Zealot.”

My laughter hides in the chatter of other conversations taking place around us on the small boat. “Like a planet crusader or something?”

“I guess, yeah.”

“That’s fair. Everything I told you about wanting to know how we can reverse the damage we’ve already done and figure out how to do less? It’s all true, but I don’t think I’m pure enough in my intentions to be a true crusader.”

“What are you then?”

“A capitalist,” I reply, looking her directly in the eye. “Please don’t mistake me for someone who doesn’t care about making money. Who just wants what’s best for the planet. I do want that. I’m dedicating part of my life to it.”

“But the other part?”

“Oh, the other part is for me. Once we finally convince our government that fossil fuels aren’t sustainable, I’ll be right there with wind-, solar-, and water-power solutions. I’ll do as much good as I can, but I’ll also monetize it however possible.” I don’t add that it’s in my blood, but I know that to be true. Blood will tell.

You won’t last a year without the Cade name.

We’ll see about that. I don’t feel like I have anything to prove to the world. But something to prove to my father? That’s another story.

“A capitalist crusader?” She chuckles and casts a wry look my way. “So you want to save the world and make lots of money.”

I can’t tell if she approves or disapproves, but that doesn’t change my answer. “Absolutely. Someone has to write big checks to all your causes.”

Her long, thick lashes shield her thoughts, but she doesn’t hide the smile teasing her lips. “I haven’t thought much about money, I guess. I mean, as part of my future and what I’ll do with my life. That must seem ridiculous to you, huh?”

The boat kisses the shore, and the fifty or so guests get off and start for the beacon of light marking where we’ll eat.

“Not really,” I answer, taking her hand when we reach some uneven terrain, and conveniently forgetting to let go. “I’m not surprised.”

“No?”

“Think about how we first met, Nix. How many seventeen-year-olds do you know organizing water runs, getting arrested for protesting, and giving speeches that make people want to do whatever you ask of them?”

“A few actually,” she says with a small laugh constructed from scraps of modesty and pride.

“When you told me last night about the opportunities you have, the one you seemed the least enthusiastic about was the one with the most potential to make money.”