business solution to Max? Had she really hoped he might still want her after she’d kept quiet about her marital status, and let him betray his vow never to get caught up in an affair?
Those days in Max’s arms had been magical. She hadn’t felt that safe since her father died. It was as if she and Max existed in a bubble of perfect happiness. Insulated from the world’s harsh reality.
Heaven.
Until Brody showed up with his threats and dragged her back to Mississippi.
“I hope you told him no.”
“Not exactly.”
“Then what exactly?” Her second in command frowned as if just now grasping the situation.
“It’s not like he left me any choice. I signed the lease for the new offices. We need this placement fee to move into them.”
“You agreed?”
“He backed me against a wall.” She leaned back in her chair, remembering too late that the ancient mechanism was broken. She threw her weight forward before the cursed thing tipped her ass over teakettle.
Devon oversaw her antics with troubled eyes. “I still don’t understand why he wants you personally. There are a dozen agencies that he could call.”
She hesitated. As much as she liked Devon, she wasn’t comfortable talking about her past. Five years ago, she’d been a very different person. Explaining how she knew Max meant she had to own up to the mistakes she’d made. Mistakes that haunted her.
“Once upon a time we knew each other,” she said.
“Knew …” Devon’s focus sharpened. “As in business associates? Friends?” His eyes narrowed. “You dated?”
As much as she hated talking about her past screwups, she decided to put her cards on the table. She owed Devon the truth. He’d been with her since the beginning and had labored as hard as she had to grow the agency. In fact, she was planning on making him a partner when they moved into the new offices.
If they moved.
“Not dated, exactly.” She played with her pen, spinning it in circles on her desk.
“You slept with him.”
“Yes.”
Rachel shifted her attention from the silver blur and caught Devon’s stunned expression. He looked so thunderstruck she was torn between laughter and outrage.
“Don’t look so surprised. I wasn’t always the uptight businesswoman I am now. There was a time when I was young and romantic.” And foolish.
“When?”
“A long weekend five years ago.”
Devon’s lips twitched.
“What?” she demanded.
“It’s just that Max is well-known for the volume of women he dates. I’m a little surprised he remembered you.”
“He probably wouldn’t have,” she muttered. The truth hit closer to her insecurities than she wanted to admit. The thought had often crossed her mind that she’d had a pretty brief interlude with Max. Since moving to Houston, she’d learned a lot about the man who’d swept her off her feet in a big way. She’d often wondered how she’d feel if she ran into him and he looked right through her without recognition. “Except he was pretty angry with me at the time.”
“Why?”
“Because I didn’t tell him I was married.”
Now Devon really goggled at her. “We’ve worked together four years and this is the first I’ve heard about that.”
Rachel rubbed her right thumb across the ring finger of her left hand. Even after four years, she recalled the touch of the gold band against her skin and remembered how wrong she’d been to ignore her instincts. She wouldn’t make that mistake again.
“It’s part of my past that I’d prefer not to talk about.” And in five more years, she’d be completely free. At least financially. She’d live with the emotional scars for the rest of her life.
“Not even if I tell you I’ll expire from curiosity if you don’t dish?”
“Not even,” Rachel said with a chuckle. She loved Devon’s flare for the dramatic. Having him around was good for her. Kept her from taking herself, or her problems, too seriously. She’d done that all too often in the past and turned molehills into mountains.
“Do you think Max is trying to start up with you again?”
From one unwelcome topic to another. “Hardly.”
“I don’t know.” Devon shot her an odd look, half surprised, half crafty. “Demanding you act as his assistant, even for a couple days, seems a little odd for a businessman with Max’s no-nonsense reputation.”
Rachel exhaled. “Well, there’s not much I can do at the moment. He’s set on having me there.” She grimaced. “Besides, you’ll do great without me. Lansing Employment Agency wouldn’t be anywhere near profitable without all your hard work.”
“Yes, yes, I’m wonderful but the success has been all yours. I’ve just been along for the ride.”
And what a ride it had been. When she’d first started the agency, she’d been waitressing on the weekends to make rent and put food on the table.
Today, providing things went right with Case Consolidated Holdings, they’d be moving into larger downtown Houston offices. That’s why she was willing to do whatever Max wanted of her to stay on his good side.
“I just hope you know what you’re doing,” Devon said, getting to his feet.
“I know exactly what I’m doing.” Her stomach gave a funny little flip as she said the words. Rachel shoved the sensation away. She was a professional. She would not allow her emotions to get all tangled up in Max again. The first time had left her with a battered heart. Letting it happen again might lead to serious breakage.
“You’re a first-rate bastard, you know that?”
Max Case looked away from the photo on his computer screen and smirked at his best friend. “I’ve been called that before.”
It was late Friday morning. He’d spent the last day and a half alternating between admiration for Rachel’s keen business mind and annoyance that he couldn’t stop imagining her writhing beneath him on his couch.
“I’ve been after Sikes to sell me that car for five years,” Jason Sinclair grumbled, his gaze riveted on the image of Max standing beside a yellow convertible. “And you just swoop in and steal it out from under me?”
“I didn’t swoop, and I didn’t steal. I offered the guy a good price. He went for it.”
“How much?”
Max shook his head. He
