they’d passed companies in business for generations, not a mere eighteen years.
“Of course we’re not satisfied,” Jake replied. “We made a goal when we graduated high school that we’d never settle. Remember?”
The ringing of Blade’s desk phone interrupted the conversation. He frowned. He’d left orders not to be disturbed. Obviously the temp at the front reception desk had screwed up again. Already this morning she’d disconnected three important calls.
Blade checked his tone. No use scaring the temp. He could replace her tomorrow. Better yet, he’d have his secretary do it. “Hello?”
“Hello,” the female voice on the phone said slowly. Blade stopped tapping the pencil. Not the temp, and not one of his former girlfriends. He would have recognized one of their voices. Still, the voice sounded oddly familiar.
“I’ve gotten lost in the phone system twice now. I want to speak with Blade Frederick about fixing some code violations.”
Great. The temp had screwed up. J & B did not do code violation repairs.
“Lady, we’re—” Blade began, but she cut him off before he could finish.
“Please,” she said, her voice a breathy rush. “I need Blade Frederick. He said he could help me and I’ve tried everyone else. I have four pages of predications. You should have seen the guy. He just kept writing. If it weren’t for Lillian I never would have been in this fix.”
On the other end of the phone Cassidy bit her tongue. Had she just said that, again?
In his office Blade waved off Jake’s curious look and silent whisper of “Who is it?”
It was the girl from last night, and no, Blade himself couldn’t believe it. She’d called. Last night he’d left the bar long before she had, and he’d spent a sleepless night dreaming of her. He hadn’t woken up in a hot sweat like that since he’d been a randy teenager.
And she’d called. Unbelievable. He’d certainly lost that bet with himself.
He steadied his tone before speaking. No use giving away too much yet. “You do know we’re a commercial contractor.”
Sitting in her home office, Cassidy had no idea what that meant. “No,” she said. “Look, I need to talk to Blade. I need him.”
Blade shifted. That was not an image he needed at 11:00 a.m. Didn’t she know what a seductive voice she had? He should tell her she had him. “You’ve got him.”
“Oh.” Cassidy never felt so out of her element.
“Look, I’m a little busy right now, but how about you fax the list to me and I’ll take a look at them?”
Cassidy shifted the cordless phone to her other ear. So much for worrying about him hitting on her. Far from it.
“All right,” she replied, her ego just a bit dented that she’d worried for nothing. She fingered the list that sat on her desk. “What’s your fax number?”
Blade gave it to her. “I’ll send it right over,” Cassidy said. “I can’t thank you enough. My neighbor Lillian, I told you about her, she kept telling the inspector she was a senator’s wife. The more she talked, the more he wrote.”
He’d heard all that before. “Fax it over and give me a number where I can reach you.”
“Okay,” Cassidy replied. “Oh. By the way, I’m Cassidy.”
“Great, Cassidy,” Blade said, deliberately keeping his tone professional. “Send it over and I’ll get back to you.”
“Uh, thanks.”
“No problem.” Blade set down the phone before she had a chance to say anything else. He chuckled.
“What is it?” Jake asked.
Blade leaned back in his swivel chair and linked his hands behind his head. “I met this woman in the bar last night. Pretty thing, one of those rich women who live around the medical center and Rice University. The building inspector hit her up for four pages of violations.”
Jake gave a low whistle. “And she called you?”
Blade stretched and shook his head before he sat forward. “Well, I gave her my card.”
Jake looked impressed. “You dog. I didn’t think you still had it in you. You’ve been out of the scene awhile.”
“Yeah, well, I told her I’d find her a handyman. I really didn’t think she’d call.”
“She probably figured out how much you’re worth.”
“That’s the funny part. She has no clue. She wants me to find someone to fix her home predications. She thinks I’m some redneck, not a CEO.”
“But you didn’t correct her. You told her to fax you.” Suddenly Jake laughed as Blade grinned. “You’re a devil, Blade. Just wanted to know if you still had it, huh?”
“Yeah, well,” Blade changed that subject, “besides it really isn’t her fault. I kind of feel sorry for her. Her fiancé’s mother kept telling the city inspector she was married to a senator or something. So don’t get your hopes up. I’ll help her find a contractor, but that’s all.”
Jake’s ears perked up, and he ignored the last part of Blade’s explanation. “Senator? Did you say senator?”
Fire alarms pealed in Blade’s head. “Don’t look at me like that. We’ve been friends for too long. You should be warning me off. She’s set to be married.”
“That’s irrelevant. I like married women. They don’t want to settle down, just play. Which senator?”
Blade had long ago given up on Jake and his morals of an alley cat. “I don’t know. All I remember is that his wife’s name is Lillian.”
Jake’s jaw dropped and he stared at Blade. “Lillian Morris?”
Blade arched an eyebrow. “You know her?”
“Everyone knows Lillian whether they want to or not. She’s a firebrand who gets her way because she’ll just run you over if you don’t move.”
Blade shrugged. “Whatever. She didn’t make much of an impression on the building inspector.”
Jake blinked in surprise. “That’s because he hasn’t learned better. I bet he’ll never make that mistake again.”
“Anyway, I’ll look at the predications, and I’ll call her and find someone to fix them for her. I offered to do it last night in the bar. My mother raised me to be a gentleman.”
“Yeah, when she was home. Anyway, while you’re being so ignoble, why don’t you just hit the lady up for an invitation to meet the infamous Lillian. Senator Morris has a lot of pull in this town. We could use the connection.”
That didn’t sound good. “How about you meet the
