functions.
The two women parted and Emily went into her own office and closed the door. She sank down at her desk and thought about the scheme she’d hatched with Carmella five months before.
It had been Carmella who had overheard Emily’s father in a phone conversation indicating that he meant to hint to the bachelors in the top positions of his company that it might be a good idea to take an interest in his daughter.
Emily had been appalled, especially since she’d already married a company man and the end result had been a divorce more than four years ago. To counter her father’s plans she and Carmella had devised a plot of their own.
It was a crazy plan. Carmella had agreed to research the six bachelors in top company positions and it was Emily’s job to find them the perfect match.
So far their plan had worked unbelievably well. Four of the six bachelors had found love, leaving only the loner Nate and the elusive Jack unattached.
But now she had bigger problems than her father’s matchmaking. She didn’t want anyone to know it had been her and Carmella who had accessed the personnel files in order to marry off the men. She would be humiliated if that information became common knowledge.
It wasn’t as if what they had done had been illegal. Certainly it was within Carmella’s job description to have access to the personnel files. But, she and Carmella had snooped and, even though everything had turned out well for everyone so far, Emily didn’t want to press their luck any further.
However, more important than any humiliation she might suffer was the genuine threat to the company by a hacker who had managed to access some of the Utopia files.
Utopia was the working name for a revolutionary financial software program that Nate had been developing on behalf of Wintersoft, Inc. It had been in the works for months and months and the projected date for completion was fast approaching.
She only hoped Nate and Kathryn Sanderson could find the hacker who threatened to destroy not only months of work but the company’s reputation and financial platform.
Kathryn Sanderson stood on the sidewalk on Milk Street in downtown Boston. Directly in front of her was the fifty-story glass-and-steel building that housed Wintersoft, Inc.
She knew they would be waiting for her arrival, but she wasn’t ready to go inside yet. She couldn’t believe she was actually in Boston, home of Paul Revere’s midnight ride, the Boston Tea Party, baked beans and a little tavern where everyone knew your name.
She tipped her head back and allowed the big, fat snowflakes to tickle her eyelashes, light on her cheeks and melt on her mouth.
Snow was a glorious, wondrous sight and sensation for a woman who’d never been out of California before. The novelty of the weather pumped her full of adrenaline, chasing away the exhaustion left behind by the long plane trip.
She knew it wasn’t the snow alone that had created the new burst of nervous energy. It was a combination of the snow and the anticipation of seeing him again.
Nate. It had been over five years since they’d parted. She’d just turned twenty-six when he’d come to Silicon Valley to take some computer courses she was enrolled in as well.
They’d dated for four months before it had all fallen apart and he’d returned to his life in Boston and she’d continued her life in California.
She looked up at the top of the fifty-story building. She’d been told his office was on the forty-ninth floor. “Senior Vice President of Technology,” she murmured aloud.
Apparently he’d achieved his dream of a position of power in the corporate world. She wondered if he’d also attained a corporate wife to go with his position.
No sense in putting it off any longer, she thought. She had a job to do. She shifted her suitcase from one hand to the other, then headed into the office building. She chose the express elevator and was whisked silently and efficiently to the forty-ninth floor.
A secretary who introduced herself as Mary Sharpe greeted her and accompanied her down a long hallway. “That’s Nate’s office,” she said, and pointed to the door at the end of the hallway.
For a long moment Kat stood outside the door, surprised to discover that what she thought might be pangs of hunger were actually nervous butterflies.
It was ridiculous to be nervous about seeing a man she had dated so many years ago. But it had been more than just dating, a little voice whispered inside her head. It had been your future, and you blew it.
She shook her head to quiet the tiny voice. It hadn’t been her future. Nate had been a dream, an extended dream that had eventually turned into a nightmare of heartache and false expectations. And now he was the man she would be working with to solve a company problem.
With a deep breath to steady her nerves, she knocked briskly on the door. She had no preconceptions about the man he’d become in the past five years, but when he opened his office door his appearance sent a small shock wave rippling through her.
It was like stepping back in time. His hair was as rich and black as she remembered. The brilliant green of his eyes was just the same. The gray suit he wore seemed to love the lean fitness of the body it hugged. He hasn’t changed a bit, she thought with a small sense of wonder.
“Hi, Nate.”
He nodded, his eyes revealing no emotion whatsoever. “Kathryn.”
Kathryn. Not Kat, like it had always been, but the more formal Kathryn. “May I come in?”
“Of course.” He held the door open wider to allow her to sweep past him. His sensual lips were compressed together in a tight, grim line.
“Wow, nice office,” she exclaimed as she stepped in and dropped her suitcase to the floor. She shrugged off her coat and tossed it onto the leather sofa.
It was a beautiful office, the furniture warm in colors of gold and burgundy and rich, highly polished mahogany wood. She stepped to the huge windows and peered out. Through the falling snow, she thought she could see the distant gleam of the harbor.
“I can’t believe I’m really in Boston,” she murmured.
“I can’t believe it, either.”
She turned and eyed him sharply. His tone had betrayed a hint of displeasure, but his handsome features held an utter lack of expression.
“The fruit is for you,” he said, and indicated the large basket in the center of the coffee table.
“Oh, how lovely. Thank you so much. That was very thoughtful.”
“It’s not from me,” he said hurriedly. “You can thank Mr. Winters.”
“Fine, I’ll do just that.” Kat had been in awkward situations before, but never with the kind of tension that filled the air at the moment.
She sank onto the burgundy sofa and looked up at him. “So, how have you been, Nate? You’re looking well.” That was the understatement of the century. He looked better than well. He looked fantastic and she was shocked to feel an old familiar spark ignite within her, a spark she mentally doused with cold
