smile. He knew she was
perturbed by his behaviour. He knew she’d expected him to continue where he’d
left off. But he’d done the exact opposite.
When the hour finally
came to a close she slipped her notes back into her case and zipped it shut.
“Thank you,” she said, her voice as formal as she could make it. “I’ll be back
next Thursday to wrap up this section.”
“Sounds good,” Drake
said with a nod. “I’ll see you then.” Then he got up and walked her to the
door and that was that.
Wow. Meg sat in her
car and stared straight ahead, trying to figure out what had just happened. It
was like she was in the presence of another man. She let out her breath slowly
and started the car.
Well, so much for
wanting to marry her. It was obvious that right now that idea was the farthest
thing from his mind. She could just kiss that dream bye-bye.
The following week when
Meg showed up at Drake’s office she was better prepared for his cool
reception. She’d steeled herself to accept it but no matter how strong she
thought she was it was still hard to think that he could have gotten over her
so easily. As she sat in the chair in front of Drake she swallowed then took
out her notepad and slid her recorder out of her bag. She frowned as she
struggled to focus. Buck up, woman, this is work and nothing else. It’s
what’s feeding you and Jessie right now so be happy. After that personal
pep talk she forced a smile to her lips and got the interview going.
To her surprise, at the
end of the session as she rose to leave Drake stopped her with an unexpected
question. “How is the little princess?”
“Jessie?”
“Of course, who else?”
he said with a smile.
“Oh, she’s…fine. She’s
at Kids' Club right now. It’s a special art program where they learn to paint
and sketch.”
Drake raised an
eyebrow. “Sounds like fun.”
Meg relaxed her rigid
pose for the first time since she got there. “Well, she certainly thinks so.
She loves all the activities.”
“That’s great,” he said
with what looked like sincerity. “Tell her I said hi.”
“I will.”
This time when he
walked her to the door the air didn’t crackle quite so much with tension. It
was definitely an improvement to their previous meeting. Not exactly the kind
of attention she’d been expecting since his interest seemed to be only with
Jessie but she could live with that.
The following week, to
Meg’s chagrin, she had to cancel. She’d totally forgotten about the parent
teacher conference at Jessie’s school. She was a volunteer and one on which
the PTA had come to rely heavily so, as far as the association was concerned,
her absence from the meeting was not an option.
She’d considered
disappointing them anyway, but when she called Drake and explained the clash he
very graciously offered to postpone his session with her. If she should admit
it to herself, she had to say that she was a little disappointed that he hadn’t
even tried to convince her to still come in. It was great that he was flexible
but was she the only one doing the missing?
Holy Moses. She’d just
admitted to herself that she missed – as in M-I-S-S-E-D – Drake Duncan. Okay,
now she knew she was really in trouble. What kind of a crazy woman would be
missing a man who only saw her as a note-taker, scribe, writer of memoirs,
whatever, but not how she wanted to be seen – as an attractive woman he
couldn’t stop thinking about? Stop it, Meg. Stop it this instant. Missing
Drake is absolutely out of the question.
But it was easier said
than done. Over the several weeks that she’d been seeing him, although on a
professional level, he’d grown on her, her perverse heart pounding each time
she thought of seeing him again.
By the time the
following Thursday came around she was so jittery that she dropped her pen
twice before she got to Drake’s floor of the building. She stopped
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