would have thought you were more the control type.”
“Because I wear a suit?”
“Sort of. You’re a lawyer. That doesn’t help with the image.”
“What if I went into environmental law?”
She grinned. “Did you?”
“No. Criminal.”
“So it’s not just suits. It’s designer suits.”
“Mostly. But even at the law firm, I give my people room to grow and make mistakes. One screwup isn’t fatal.”
She tucked her hair behind her ear. “That sounds so balanced.”
“I like to think of myself that way.”
“You were less balanced in grad school. Much more.”
He looked at her. “Stick up the ass?”
Her mouth threatened a smile, but she held it back. “I would never have said that.”
“But you were thinking it.”
“Maybe a little. You had that study schedule.”
“It kept me on track and freed up my weekends. I had plenty of time for fun.”
“I remember,” she said with a laugh. “Okay, I’ll let it go. You weren’t that rigid. I think you were just so much more together than any other guy I met. It scared me.”
He wondered if that was true. Had he made her uneasy in ways he hadn’t understood? Did it even matter now?
“You were the most unstructured successful person I’d met,” he said.
“I was kind of crazy back then,” she admitted. “I’ve calmed down some.”
“I hope not. I liked you crazy. Remember the time we spent Christmas eve in a stable because you wanted to know what it was like?” he asked.
She laughed. “Yes, and you kept telling me that I needed to pay attention to geography.”
“I was right. We were in Pennsylvania in the middle of winter. Not exactly the Middle East.”
Despite the cold, they’d had a great time huddled together. He’d wanted her with a desperation that had made him tremble more than the cold. The next morning, he’d driven her to the airport so she could fly home to spend Christmas Day with her mother.
Speaking of which … “How’s your mom?” he asked.
Samantha’s smile faded. “She passed away about three years ago.”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I really liked her.”
“Thanks. I miss her. It was hard to lose her. She’d been sick for a while, so it wasn’t a big surprise. We were able to say our goodbyes, which made things better.” She collected her papers. “Okay, I’m going to let you get back to work. I have to put my presentation together so that you’re dazzled, too. You will be, you know.”
“I don’t doubt it.”
He walked her to the door, then returned to his desk. Only a crazy man would continue to want what he couldn’t have, he told himself. Which made him certifiable. It was the human condition, he thought.
And now she’d caught Arnie in her web. Jack could almost pity the guy. The difference was Arnie would probably fantasize about happily-ever-after while Jack only wanted Samantha in his bed. He’d learned a long time ago to concentrate on the physical and ignore the emotional. There was no point in engaging his heart—people who claimed to love quickly got over the feeling and then they left.
Samantha hadn’t been sure what to expect when she’d signed up for “executive housing,” but she was pleasantly surprised by all her condo had to offer. There was a spacious living room with a semi-view, a dining area and plenty of room in the kitchen, especially for someone who made it a point to dirty as few pots as possible.
Her bedroom held a king-size bed, a dresser and an armoire with a television. The closet was huge and she’d already soaked her troubles away in the massive whirlpool tub in her bathroom. There was even a workstation alcove with a desk for her laptop, good lighting and high-speed Internet connection.
The only downside to the space was the fact that it felt … impersonal. The neutral colors were so bland and the furniture so functional. There wasn’t anything funky to be found.
Still, the condo worked for now and it was about double the size her New York apartment had been. As she stood in front of the slider leading out to her small balcony and considered take-out options for dinner, she felt a whisper of contentment steal over her.
Coming to Chicago had been a good idea, she thought. She’d needed to leave New York. Despite loving the city, there were too many Vance memories around, and she’d needed to get away from them and him. Here she could start over. Build new memories. There were—
Someone knocked on her door. She crossed the beige carpet and looked through the peephole.
“Jack?” she asked as she pulled open the door.
“I’m presuming,” he said, holding up two brown bags. “I come bearing Chinese food. I have wine, too. Sort of a welcome-to-the-building thing. Interested?”
She was delighted, she thought, stepping back and motioning him to enter. Instead, a black-and-white border collie slipped by Jack and stepped into the apartment.
“This is Charlie,” Jack said. “Do you like dogs?”
Samantha held out her fingers for Charlie to sniff, then petted him. “I love them.” She crouched down in front of Charlie and rubbed his shoulders. “Who’s a handsome guy?” she asked, then laughed as he tried to lick her face.
“He likes you,” Jack said. “Smart dog.”
She laughed. “Okay, now I really want to have dinner with you. Come on in.”
She led the way to the kitchen where Jack opened the wine and she collected plates for their dinner. As she opened the bags and began pulling out cartons of food, she noticed a bright red plastic bowl and a box with a big C on it.
“This is interesting,” she said, holding up both.
Jack grinned sheepishly. “They’re for Charlie. He loves Chinese, so the place I go mixes up a special rice dish for him. It’s beef and chicken, rice, vegetables, light on the salt and spices. He loves it and the vet approves. It’s kind of a special treat.”
Samantha did her best to reconcile the straitlaced lawyer she knew Jack to be with a guy who would special order food for his dog.
“Now I know who’s really in charge,” she murmured.
“Yeah,” Jack said easily. “He’s the boss.”
He helped her carry the cartons to the
