he didn’t need her in all the ways that he used to.
She was proud of the person he was becoming, and more than a little uncertain about her own future. Being a mother had been such a huge part of her identity for so long, she’d almost forgotten that there were other parts. Being with Nathan Garrett made her remember those parts. He made her think and feel and want like a woman, and she wasn’t sure that was a good thing.
Allison was avoiding him.
It was a fact that baffled Nate more than anything, but he couldn’t deny it was true.
Over the next few days, their paths continued to cross in the office. But every time he walked past her desk on the way to see his uncle, she seemed to be on the phone. And every time he walked out again, she scurried away from her desk to retrieve something from the printer or the photocopier or to water the plants on the window ledge.
At first he was amused by her obvious efforts to avoid any continuation of the conversation that had been aborted on their first day back after the holiday, but his amusement soon gave way to exasperation. As a Garrett and VP of Finance in the company, he was accustomed to being treated with respect, even deference.
He was not accustomed to being ignored. Especially not by a woman who had been sighing with pleasure in his arms only a few weeks earlier.
She was acting as if the kiss they’d shared had never happened, and maybe she wished it hadn’t. But he could still remember the taste of her lips, somehow tangy and sweet and incredibly responsive; he could still remember the heady joy of her slender curves pressed against him; and he could still remember wishing that he didn’t have to be on a plane at six fifteen the next morning, because he could think of all kinds of wicked and wonderful things they might do if they spent the night—and maybe several more—together.
For just a minute, maybe two, he’d considered forgetting about the trip with his buddies. Because the warm softness of Allison’s body was a hell of a lot more tempting than the promise of fresh powder on the black diamond trails.
But then she’d pulled away. When she looked at him, he saw in her melted chocolate–colored eyes a reflection of the same desire that was churning through his veins, but there was something else there, too. Surprise, which he could definitely relate to, not having expected a minor spark of chemistry to ignite such a blaze of passion, and maybe even a hint of confusion, as if she wasn’t quite sure how to respond to what was suddenly between them—yet another emotion he could relate to.
Even after more than three weeks, he couldn’t forget about that kiss and he couldn’t stop wanting her. And he wasn’t prepared to pretend that nothing had happened. Had he taken advantage of the situation? Undoubtedly. But he hadn’t taken advantage of her. In fact, she’d met him more than halfway.
And when he got out of his Friday afternoon meeting with his uncle, Nate was going to hang around her desk until Allison had no choice but to acknowledge him. Except that it was after six o’clock when he finally left the CFO’s office, and she was already gone.
He caught up with his older brother instead.
“Don’t you have a wife and a daughter waiting for you at home?” Nate asked, surprised to find him fiddling with design plans on a tablet.
Andrew shook his head. “They’ve decided that the first Friday of every month is girls’ night out. Tonight the plan was for pedicures, dinner and a movie. And they dragged Mom along, too.”
“I doubt much dragging was required,” Nate commented, well aware of how much Jane Garrett doted on all of her family—and especially her grandchildren.
“Probably not,” his brother allowed. “But since no one’s at home, I decided to take the time to polish up the details on the new occasional tables that should hit the market before next Christmas.”
“You do realize it’s the ninth of January?”
“Product development takes time and attention to detail,” Andrew reminded him.
Nate shrugged. “Right now, I’m more interested in dinner. Did you want to grab a burger and a beer at the Bar Down?”
Andrew saved his progress and shut down the tablet.
* * *
“So you know why I was working late on a Friday night,” Andrew said, when they were settled into a booth and waiting for their food. “But why were you hanging around the office?”
“I had a meeting with Uncle John that went late.”
“I imagine you’ll have a lot of those meetings over the next few weeks.”
Nate nodded. “He’s been in charge for a long time— I know it’s not going to be easy for him to let go.”
Their uncle had been talking, mostly in vague terms, about retirement for a couple of years now. Now Nate would be sitting behind the big desk in the CFO’s office by the end of the month. And from behind that desk, he would have a prime view of the CFO’s undeniably sexy executive assistant.
“So why don’t you seem thrilled that your promotion is coming through sooner than you’d anticipated?”
“I’m happy about the promotion,” Nate said. “I just wish it wasn’t happening for the reasons it is.” Although he’d frequently lamented the fact that his uncle kept pushing back his retirement, he never wanted it to be forced upon him.
“Now he can finally take Aunt Ellen on that cruise he’s been promising since their fortieth anniversary.”
“How long ago was that?”
“Almost four years.” Andrew sipped his beer. “But somehow I don’t think you’re thinking about their vacation plans.”
“I was just wondering why Uncle John was so insistent that Allison Caldwell stay on as my executive assistant.”
“Probably because she’s been doing the job for more than six years and knows the ins and outs of the office better than anyone else,” his brother pointed out. “Do you have a problem with Allison?”
“No,” he said quickly.
Maybe too quickly.
His brother’s eyes narrowed. “Tell me you haven’t slept with her.”
“I haven’t slept with her.” Nate thanked the waitress who set his plate in front of him and immediately picked up his burger, grateful for the interruption as much as the food.
“Keep it that way,” Andrew advised when the server was gone. “She’s a valuable employee of the company.”
“I’m aware of the code of conduct in the employee handbook,” Nate reminded his brother. “I helped write it.”
“Along with Sabrina Barton from Human Resources.”
Nate bit into his burger.
“Tell me,” Andrew said, dipping his spoon into his Guinness stew.
