a fashion plate.”
Her blue eyes narrowed on him. “I didn’t list accessorizing as a qualification you were looking for. Since when do you care about that?”
“Since always. She’ll have to meet clients and there will be meetings.”
“Not often. When I interviewed, you told me that since your corporate office is in your home, I could wear jeans to work.”
Because jeans look good on you, he thought. But Shannen Dow was skinny and her voice wasn’t the least bit gravelly or interesting.
“But you never did go casual and that’s set a very high bar for your replacement.”
“So take her to the mall.”
Brady ignored the sarcasm. “Didn’t you find the tone of her voice to be like fingernails on a chalkboard?”
Olivia’s expression was wry. “Not until you asked her to make a pot of coffee.”
“Really? I thought the pitch was on the shrill side. Too much of that would give me a headache.”
“No one wants to work for a male sexist pig,” she pointed out.
“She needed to know I’m missing the sensitivity chip,” he defended.
“Making coffee isn’t a skills requirement for this position.”
“Says who? It’s important to me and I’m the one who signs the paycheck.”
“Okay then. Moving on.” She made a note on the legal pad. “Let’s talk about candidate number two.”
“What’s her name again?” he asked innocently.
“Shelly Shows.” She met his gaze. “Did you approve of her outfit?”
“It was lovely.” He added, “But I wasn’t wowed by her, even in plaid.”
“Her letters of reference are glowing. At her current place of employment she’s very well-liked and efficient.”
“Then why does she need this job?”
“It’s closer to home. She’s been working as executive assistant to the administrator of the hospital, which, as you’re aware, is about seventy miles away. Currently she rents a room near work then comes home on the weekends.” Olivia met his gaze. “So, what are your thoughts?”
He thought it would be possible to sympathize if the best assistant he’d ever had wasn’t leaving him. Instead of answering, he asked, “Speaking of distant towns, where are you moving?”
She blinked at his rapid change of topic. “What?”
“When you abandon me, where are you going to live?”
“That’s not information you need in order to hire my replacement.”
Why was she being so stingy with details? “The least you can do is tell me his name.”
“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”
He leaned back in his chair and grinned. “See how well you know me?”
“All right. It’s Leonard,” she finally said. “There, go ahead and make fun.”
“Would I do that?”
“In a heartbeat.”
“That’s harsh.” But accurate. He’d almost said it was marginally better than Aloysius. “So, where did you meet Leonard?”
“Out of town,” she said vaguely.
“That goes without saying. If you were dating a guy from Blackwater Lake, it would be all over town.” For a to-the-point person, she was being uncharacteristically difficult. This was frustrating and Brady felt his curiosity picking up momentum. “Where specifically did you meet? On vacation?”
“Vacation?” She laughed. “What’s that? When you’re in the office I am, too. And you’re always in the office. There’s no such thing as time off.”
“Point taken. I’m a workaholic. Would you consider a leave of absence instead of resigning? I could spare you for that.”
“No.” Primly she folded her hands in her lap. “Not everything is about you.”
“So you keep reminding me. And now it’s about Leonard.”
“Exactly.” She brushed imaginary lint from the leg of her slacks.
“If you didn’t meet him on vacation, it must have been a trip for work.”
“Remind me not to try and put anything over on you.”
Sarcasm was one of his favorite things about her. “So, was it in Austin? L.A.? Chicago?”
“I definitely went to those cities. You should know. We were there together.”
She was right about that, but when business hours were over they’d gone their separate ways. He’d picked up women and if Olivia had met men she never said anything to him. Until now. He’d never thought to ask how she filled her time away from work. Clearly she’d found Leonard, and the sense of betrayal Brady felt was out of proportion to the situation. He was being unfair. Not to mention completely irrational.
As crazy as he knew it was, he wanted to know everything. “Do you have a job lined up in Leonard’s neck of the woods?”
“I have an offer.”
“I’d be happy to give you a glowing recommendation.” Well, not happy, exactly, but he’d try not to be spiteful, what with his festering bitterness about her jumping ship.
“But I’m planning to take some time off first.”
“What are you going to do with yourself?”
“Anything that strikes my fancy,” she said, a little defiantly. She stood and walked to the doorway of his office. “Any other questions?”
Why are you leaving me?
Brady didn’t say that out loud, even though the idea of it had preoccupied him way too much since she’d dropped her bombshell. Besides his mother, sister and niece, he had no personal attachments—yet somehow he’d become attached to Olivia. He wouldn’t be making that mistake with his next assistant.
She looked over her shoulder on the way out the door. “Think about Shelly. And I’ll be lining up more candidates to interview. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll approach this process more seriously than you just did.”
“I conducted those interviews very seriously.”
She ignored that. “You need to ask yourself what’s wrong with the two women you saw today.”
“I don’t need to ask myself anything.
