recently divorced and definitely not interested in any kind of serious relationship right now. He’s hard-nosed and practical. And he’s gorgeous and sexy.”
“Do you think he’s interested?”
She smiled, remembering how Nick always watched her when he thought she wasn’t looking. “Oh, he’s interested.”
“Has he said anything?”
She shook her head. “And I don’t think he will. Which is why I’m going to proposition him.” She’d made the decision last night after realizing that in over a week on the job, Nick had been nothing but an absolute gentleman. She was pretty sure he wanted her, but just as sure the practical, sensible side of him she so admired didn’t intend to let him do anything about the attraction. If she was really going to have an affair with Nick, she’d have to make the first move.
“What, you’re just going to walk up to him and say, ‘Let’s sleep together. How about it?’”
On these words the waitress arrived with their lunch. She gave Candace a puzzled look, then left them with their enchiladas.
When they were alone again, the two friends burst out laughing. “Seriously,” Candace gasped when she’d regained control. “How do you bring up a subject like that?”
Lexie spread sour cream over her food. “I’ll simply point out that we’re obviously attracted to each other, and that I’m interested in a sexy affair with no strings attached. I’ll explain that I plan to leave for Spain in about six months, so he doesn’t have to worry about long-term commitments, and I’ll reassure him that I won’t let our private relationship interfere with my work at the office.”
“It sounds as exciting as negotiating a lease agreement for a car.” Candace sliced into her beef enchiladas with the side of her fork. “So when are you going to do this?”
“Friday after work, I think. That will give us the whole weekend to get to know each other.” Lexie grinned. “We’ll be great together, I just know it.”
“Aren’t you forgetting one thing?”
“What’s that?”
“A lot can happen in six months. What if you fall for this guy?”
Her stomach quivered, but she ignored it. “It won’t happen. Neither of us is interested in an emotional attachment right now.”
“All right then, what if he doesn’t go for it? That’s going to make continuing to work for him a little awkward, isn’t it?”
She dismissed this idea with a wave of her fork. “Why wouldn’t he go for it? Isn’t casual, noncommitted sex on a regular basis with an attractive woman every man’s fantasy?”
“He could still say no. Men do, for whatever reason.”
She shook her head. “He won’t.” Sometimes when she looked at him she was struck by the sadness that seemed to weigh him down. “I think he’s really lonely.” She shrugged off the melancholy image of Nick and reached for another chip. “I think I’m just what Nick needs in his life right now.”
“Maybe. But you need to be careful.”
Familiar advice that she’d long ago grown tired of. “I’ve spent my whole life being careful and it taught me one thing.”
“What’s that?” Candace continued to look worried.
Lexie smiled, and enjoyed the thrill that filled her at the thought of her own daring. “I’ve learned that caution is really overrated.”
After all, caution hadn’t saved her from almost dying in that car wreck. It hadn’t gotten her through rehab or into a new job. Playing it safe wasn’t going to get her Nick Delaney, either. For that she’d have to tell caution to take a hike while she mustered up all the daring she could manage. But she had no doubt a hot guy like Nick would be worth taking a few chances for.
WHEN NICK HAD HIRED Lexie they had agreed she would work until five o’clock. He usually stayed at least until six, sometimes later. He told himself he needed the time to catch up on paperwork, but the truth was he delayed going back to his apartment as long as possible. There was nothing at home to hold his interest and a man could spend only so many evenings watching TV and eating take-out before he snapped. Sometimes he stopped by a bar, but he’d never been a big drinker, and more often than not the cheerful crowds only underscored his solitude.
So he was both surprised and pleased when Lexie lingered at the office at the end of her second week of employment. “Are you busy?” she asked, standing in the doorway between their two work spaces.
He shook his head and pushed aside the report he’d been writing for a skip-trace firm that had subcontracted some work to him. Locating people who’d skipped out on bills and other obligations was tedious, but fairly lucrative. “I figured you’d be out of here by now. Off to class or something. Or maybe a date.” He couldn’t imagine a woman like Lexie spending many Friday nights alone.
She shook her head and moved into the room. “No class tonight. No date, either.” She glanced at him, seeming almost shy. “Can I talk to you about something?”
“Sure.” He ignored the cold feeling in the pit of his stomach that rose at her words. This was it. She was leaving him already. He couldn’t blame her. The job had been anything but exciting so far, and her paycheck was a third less than what she’d brought home from her previous employment. Still, he was going to miss her.
She sat in his client’s chair, crossed her legs and smoothed the skirt of her tropical print dress over her knees. She wore a red scarf today, the ends tied in a small bow on the left side of her neck.
“What did you want to talk about?” he prompted.
“I have a proposition for you.”
A proposition. The word set him on alert. Most of the propositions he’d encountered had been shady deals. “What is it?”
“Well…you and I seem to get along great.”
“Yes.” She wasn’t a hard woman to like.
“And I find you very attractive.”
“You do?” He’d thought he was past the point where such praise flattered him, but obviously he was wrong.
She smiled, the warmth in the look stoking a fire inside him. “Of course. And I believe you’re somewhat attracted to me as well.”
He didn’t say anything. He couldn’t deny it but he wasn’t ready to reveal too much, either.
She shifted in the chair and smoothed her skirt again. He fought back a smile. It was different seeing her so…unsettled. She generally had more self-confidence than most women he’d met. “Do you remember I told you about the list I’d made? The list of one hundred things I intend to do?”
He nodded. He’d glimpsed the little red notebook poking out of the top of her purse a time or two and had wondered what was in it. “How many things have you done so far?”
“Only about five, but I’m working on
