try at anything at all—work, love or sobriety. None of it interested him. While I was busy climbing the career ladder, I almost missed the moment where that changed and he found his wife, Alex. Now he’s got everything and I’m still single, wondering when I might get the same chance to change.
I have no trouble attracting women, but things never last. They think I’m arrogant, rude and difficult. And they might not be wrong. All of this time spent fighting tooth and nail to build Walker Industries into what it is today has turned my heart to stone. At least that’s what people think.
I don’t blame them, of course. I understand their reasoning. I know that when all I can talk about is the company I’m practically married to, my good looks and money can’t save me.
My temper doesn’t help.
I let the stress pile up and up until I crack and take it out on someone, like I did with India earlier. But I’m not a bad person. At least I hope I’m not. I’ve just lost the way a little and forgotten how to be good. I need a woman who will help me find the right path again.
I glance at India, who is typing away on her computer, her face devoid of emotion. She’s a beautiful woman, with her tanned skin and a spray of freckles on her nose. Eyes the color of the coffee she drinks so often. Huge, wild curls that pass her dainty shoulders. It doesn’t even matter that she dresses in drab clothes, because she always looks good.
I realize I’m staring and turn my attention to my computer. I really shouldn’t be having any kind of thoughts about my assistant, but it’s better than thinking about Kit.
I wonder what it would be like to have a woman like India in my life. She’d keep me on my toes, that’s for sure. Even if she doesn’t show it at work, I can tell she’s got fire. She’s smart as hell, organized and hardworking. A good worker. She’s funny too. She always has the guys by the coffee machine in stitches with her cryptic comments.
But I wonder what she’d be like in a relationship. Pure fire in the bedroom, of course. Passionate in every respect, now that I think about it. I imagine she’s the type who would hold grudges over little things and drown in jealousy when another woman shows interest. But I could be wrong. After all, I’ve never taken much time to get to know her.
Am I seriously fantasizing about the assistant I’ve done nothing but boss around? I shake my head. She would never be interested in me after the way I’ve treated her. Do I want to ask her out to dinner? Sure. Will I ever? Of course not. I know that even if it was appropriate, she’d definitely say no. What kind of girl wants to go out with the guy who makes her life miserable?
I hear her phone ring through the glass wall and she sighs loudly, picking up and putting on her best cheerful voice. She seems to relax a little as the person on the other end starts talking. She even laughs a little, leaning back in her chair and listening with interest. I roll my eyes. I already know who must be on the phone.
Kit.
I have to wait several minutes while India chats on the phone. Then she glances my way and says that she’s going to put Kit through. She transfers the call and then turns away from me as quickly as she can.
The second I put the receiver to my ear, Kit starts talking.
“Hey, brother! Long time no speak. How’s it going? I hope you’re looking after that gem of an assistant of yours.”
I roll my eyes. Kit barely ever gives me an opportunity to speak. It’s usually how I end up doing something for him that I never agreed to. I sense now that if he’s calling me, it must be in aid of getting something from me.
“What do you want, Kit?”
“What? Am I not allowed to call my wonderful brother for a chat now and then? Do you really think so little of me that you believe I’m only calling because I need something from you?”
“Yes.”
Kit laughs. “All right, fair enough. I’ll get down to business. You know it’s Alex’s and my honeymoon next week?”
I nod, even though he can’t see me. He’s not waiting for an answer anyway.
“Well, we’ve been waiting for this for months. After Alex and I got married...well, we thought it was best to save the honeymoon until after the Cupid’s Arrow relaunch. Then Rosie came along, and we’ve wanted to have some time with her. So we’ve planned for this a lot. We had a babysitter set up. It took us months of interviews to find someone we were comfortable leaving her with. But she’s had a family emergency and can’t do it.”
I sigh, leaning back in my chair. “What do you want from me?”
“Look, you’re Rosie’s uncle. We’re...family, Will. And family sticks together. You know how distrustful Alex is about strangers around our Rosie. And we’ve both seen how much you’ve taken to her when you’ve come over. We were hoping you might step up and spend some time with her while we’re away. It’s two weeks, bro. We’d really appreciate it.”
“I’d have to take time away from the company. I can’t take a vacation whenever I want, Kit. I’m the chairman and CEO.”
“Work from home!”
“And juggle running an entire business with looking after a child? I don’t think so.”
Kit sighs. “Come on. You’re my only hope. Alex won’t have a stranger babysitting Rosie—she’ll cancel on me if you don’t agree.”
“What about Dad? Have you asked him?”
“Hell no. She’ll wear him down in a couple of hours, and Dad was awful at changing diapers with us. Come on! You’ve got youth going for you, William! And I know by the silly grin you get on your face when you see her that you really want to do this. William, we’re asking you. Are you seriously trying to wriggle out of this? I thought you’d jump at the chance to spend more time with Rosie.”
Part of me loves the idea. I can’t deny that Rosie is adorable. She gurgles with glee every time I’m around, and she’s one of the sweetest kids I’ve ever come across. But looking after her would also be a painful reminder of what I don’t have. Plus I meant what I said about the company. I’ve got my priorities straight, and Walker Industries will always remain at number one.
“Kit, I can’t do it. You’ll have to find someone else.”
“What’s that I heard? You’d love to take care of Rosie for the full two weeks?”
“Kit...”
“Oh, that’s great, William. You’re the best brother ever.”
“I swear—”
“I’ll drop her off at 7:00 a.m., next Monday. So glad you agreed to this. Much love. Bye, bro.”
“Kit, you little—”
The line goes dead. I groan in frustration, putting the phone down and resting my head on the table.
How the hell am I going to get out of this one?
