set down his putter, walked over and fully opened his office door to see what the ruckus was about.
What the hell—
“Toby?” Christopher said flatly when he saw his brother and his new sister-in-law, Angie, standing there. “What are you doing here, man?”
The receptionist, a slight woman with close-cropped black hair, looked so young that she could’ve easily been mistaken for a sixteen-year-old. She turned and froze, all wide dark eyes and pale skin, when she saw Christopher.
“Oh! I’m sorry, Mr. Fortune. I didn’t understand that they were looking for you. They asked for Chris Jones.”
Now she was blushing.
Christopher glanced at the name plate that was front and center on the reception desk.
“Don’t worry about it, Beverly. It’s fine.”
“Hey, little brother,” Toby said, extending a hand. “Good to see you.”
Christopher shook Toby’s hand. His brother immediately pulled him into an awkward hold that their sister, Stacey, was fond of calling a man hug: a greeting that started as a handshake and ended with the guys leaning in and stiffly slapping each other on the back a couple of times.
When they broke apart, Christopher stepped back, reclaiming his dignity just in time to see both elevator doors open and Kinsley Aaron, the Foundation’s outreach coordinator, step into the reception area.
Her long, straight blond hair hung loose around her shoulders, framing her pretty face. God, she was gorgeous, even if she was a little too uptight for his taste. He straightened his tie and raked his fingers through his hair, trying to right what Toby’s enthusiastic bear hug had mussed.
Kinsley had the bluest eyes he’d ever seen. Those eyes were two of the reasons he always remembered her name. Although, the dowdy way she dressed wasn’t much of an enticement. He couldn’t figure out why such a beauty chose to dress like a schoolmarm. She always covered up as much of herself as possible. Didn’t she know her modesty only made him daydream about the gifts that were undoubtedly hidden beneath all that wrapping?
As Kinsley approached Beverly’s desk, she arched a brow at him. For a split second he could’ve sworn she’d read his mind. But he knew it was a ridiculous thought. She was probably just curious about Toby and Angie, since she tended to take her job so seriously. After all, this was an office where visitors generally came seeking help, something that typically fell into her community outreach division.
Before Kinsley could start asking questions, Christopher turned to his brother and sister-in-law. “Why don’t we go into my office? We can talk in there.”
He made quick work of ushering them out of the reception area. This sure as hell wasn’t the most ideal time or place for a family reunion. Especially when he was determined to keep his life in Horseback Hollow worlds apart from the new life he’d created for himself in Red Rock.
Before he shut the door, he cast one last glance back at Kinsley, who was still lingering by Bev’s desk. They locked gazes, and Christopher felt that old familiar zing that always happened when he looked into those eyes. The virtual vibration lasted even after she looked away.
And she was always the first one to look away.
He was pondering that when Toby said, “Since you were too darned busy to come home for the wedding, I decided I’d bring my beautiful bride to see you. Angie, you’ve met Chris before. Chris, this is my wife. Can you believe it?” he said, grinning. “I have a wife.”
“Good to see you again, Angie,” Christopher said, keeping his tone all business and shaking Angie’s hand.
“So, they call you Mr. Fortune around here?” Toby asked, a note of good-natured ribbing in his voice. But before Christopher could answer, Toby let loose a low whistle as he glanced around Christopher’s new digs. “Would you look at this fancy place? I guess you’re doing all right for yourself, little brother.”
“It’s a pretty sweet gig,” Christopher said. “Actually, I wanted to work directly for Uncle James at JMF Financial, but how could I argue after I found out that he’d created a position just for me? I’m sure he could do something for you if you want. All you have to do is ask.”
What Christopher didn’t say was that the work was a little boring and “do-gooder” for his taste. But the salary they were paying him, which was commensurate with the Fortune name rather than his experience, more than made up for the lack of excitement.
If Christopher had learned one thing over the past two months it was that he had to create his own excitement, ensure his own future. It wasn’t as if he’d been blazing trails in Horseback Hollow. Nope, back home, he’d been bored and broke.
And a nobody.
Now he had a job that people respected and the bank account to go with it. So he figured why not go for the trifecta and take on the Fortune name? It was his birthright, after all, even if his old man would be mad as hell when he found out.
But those were the breaks, weren’t they? His father Deke’s attitude was one of the things that had driven Christopher to Red Rock in the first place. Once he was settled, he’d gone to court and filed a petition to change his name. Once the judge had signed the order, Christopher Fortune said Hasta la vista, baby to Chris Jones and Horseback Hollow and claimed what was rightfully his.
Christopher glanced around his office, trying to see it through Toby’s eyes. The Fortune Foundation had been founded in memory of Lily Cassidy Fortune’s late husband, Ryan Fortune, who had died of a brain tumor nine years ago. The Foundation had started out in a small storefront on Main Street in downtown Red Rock but had since expanded and was now located in a stately three-story brick building just outside of town. Christopher had one of the corner offices with rich polished mahogany architectural wall paneling on the walls—or at least the ones that didn’t have floor-to-ceiling windows with a to-die-for view of the local landscape. His traditional executive’s desk and credenza still left enough room for the putting green, two chairs and a couch that were grouped conversation-style around a coffee table.
Hell, his office was bigger than his old studio apartment back in Horseback Hollow.
He directed Toby and Angie over to the couch. Until now, he hadn’t even tried out the office’s living room furniture.
“I just can’t get over the change in you,” Toby said.
Christopher turned to Angie, who was still as pretty as she had been in high school with her light brown hair, blue eyes and delicate features. His brother had done well catching her. He’d tell him so later if they had a private moment. But just as the thought crossed his mind, it was overshadowed by the hope that the newlyweds weren’t planning an extended visit in Red Rock. Christopher had work to do.
He hoped this visit wasn’t because Deke had sent Toby to do his dirty work. If any of his family got him it was Toby. But it would be just like Deke to send one of Christopher’s brothers to hassle him.
But right now, Toby was talking to Angie. “The Chris I knew never wore anything but jeans and boots. I don’t know who this suit is standing in front of me with those shiny pointy-toed shoes. How many crocodiles had to die to make those shoes?”
Christopher
