or surreptitious about Olivia. She was open and honest, completely incapable of seeing the dark side to people. Otherwise she’d have seen Brady’s dark soul a long time ago. That also meant she couldn’t see anything bad in Leonard if it was there, which was why he was scanning her emails.
“Hmm. That’s weird.”
“What would that be?”
He looked up and Olivia was standing in the doorway. Crap and double crap, he thought. What would James Bond do in a situation like this?
Charm his way out of it.
“Olivia.” He stood up and gave her the smile that had always kept his mother from taking away his computer when he was in teenage trouble. “You’re looking especially lovely this evening.”
“Really?” One of her perfectly shaped eyebrows lifted. “I look exactly the way I did all day and you never said a word about my appearance.”
“Speaking of that...” He walked around her desk and assumed a casual pose, leaning a hip on the corner. “I didn’t hear you come in.”
“I used my key and the disarmed security system chirped the way it always does. You must have been really wrapped up in something.”
“Ah.” Since she came and went at will, she needed the system code to deactivate. And he had been oblivious to the sound of the front door opening. Time to shift focus. “I was very comfortable giving you a key. You see? That’s how much I trust you. How can you expect the total stranger who replaces you to be entrusted with easy access to not only my home, but my company?”
Her purse strap slid down her arm and she readjusted it to her shoulder. “It’s about time you built a corporate office for O’Keefe Technology, Inc. with state-of-the-art security.”
She was right. He’d been talking about it for a while and had made up his mind to get the project started. The only reason he’d been dragging his feet was because that move would change everything—and he hated change.
“So, how is Maggie?”
“How did you know I saw your sister?”
Apparently helping himself to her computer made her suspicious about everything. “You told me you were leaving early to pick up a pizza to take over there.”
“Right. I forgot.” Wariness faded for a nanosecond before her eyes narrowed. “A slipup caused by the shock of finding you going through my computer.”
“Oh, that.” He glanced at it over his shoulder. “I was looking for your notes on the job applicants we saw today.”
“I’m efficient, but not quite that good. I haven’t input them yet. Why would you want anything that I might have jotted down?”
“Because I’m the boss.”
He shrugged, but that was more about hiding the shudder those words produced. That response was the equivalent of a mother’s final argument against a child who refused to take no for an answer. Plus her implied accusation was true and he needed something irrefutable to cancel out his devious behavior.
“You didn’t like any of the women you interviewed,” she pointed out.
“I might have been a tad harsh.”
“You don’t mean that.” Her tone challenged him to deny it.
She knew him too well. It was both a blessing and a curse. Time to change the subject yet again. “So, what are you doing back here tonight?”
“There’s some work I need to finish up and I forgot the file.”
“Don’t worry about that. It will keep until tomorrow.”
She shook her head. “That’s where you’re wrong. I need to wrap up everything I can in the next week.”
“And a half,” he added.
“What?”
“It’s a week and a half until your notice is up.”
“What a relief.” There was a touch of sarcasm in her tone. “And I thought there was nowhere near enough time to tie up a bazillion loose ends before my last day.”
“I have complete faith in your ability to do that.” Brady knew the file she wanted was on her desk behind him. But so was her email. So far he’d kept her from seeing it. “Go home and relax. I don’t want to take advantage of you.”
“Since when?”
“That’s a cheap shot.”
She sighed. “You’re right. It’s never been your management style to insist on overtime. This is my problem. I have a tendency to obsess about finishing up projects.”
“So, I’m giving you a dispensation. Take the night off and don’t think about the office.”
“Very generous of you,” she allowed. “But I feel an obligation to get as much done as possible for as long as I can.” She moved closer and started to walk around the desk.
Without thinking it through, Brady suddenly stood in her path and she walked into him. She put her hands on his chest and looked up, her eyes opening wide.
His fingers automatically curved around her arms, urging her even closer. She was wearing a coat, but it was unbuttoned and he could feel her breasts pressed against him. The sweet scent of her skin invaded his senses and he had the most insane desire to wrap his arms around her and kiss her until they were both out of their minds. This wasn’t the first time touching her had produced this reaction, but it was definitely stronger than ever before. Her full lips parted and there was a catch in her breathing that pointed toward her feeling the same kind of crazy he did.
She backed up a step and took a deep breath. “What is it you don’t want me to see, Brady?”
Damn. There was that knowing-him-too-well thing again and this time it was the curse part. Create a diversion. “What makes you think that?”
“This is me. The innocent act doesn’t work. You’re up to something.” She made a sudden move and sidestepped him.
She wasn’t really that quick; he was simply that slow. It’s what happened even to smart guys when blood flowed south of the belt. In the split second he’d been getting his breathing under control, Olivia was around the desk and staring at her computer monitor.
“This is my email.” There was outrage in her tone.
“It is.” What else could he say when caught red-handed? “But it’s my computer.”
“An employee has an expectation of privacy.”
Again he needed a distraction. “Is there something in it you don’t want me to see?”
“Of course not. But this is beneath you.”
He should have listened to that annoying voice of his conscience when it said something similar. But it was the bruised and betrayed
