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Authors: Susan Mallery
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no. We haven’t met, have we? You’re the new guy, and now you’re worried you’re trapped with a crazy person.”
He grinned. “I’m pretty sure I can handle myself.”
* * *
HE LOOKED LIKE he could, Fayrene Hopkins thought as she stared into amused brown eyes. Ryan was close to six feet, with broad shoulders and dark hair. He wore a plaid shirt tucked into jeans and cute rimless glasses.
“You’re saying if I came at you with a letter opener, you’d be comfortable wrestling me to the ground?” she asked.
“Are you going to?”
“I’m not into violence. It doesn’t move me forward on my four-year plan. I’m Fayrene. Fayrene Hopkins.”
She rose and offered her hand. They shook. His skin was warm, and for a second, as she gazed into his eyes, she felt a slight zap of electricity.
She settled back in the chair and told herself no zip, zap or tingle was going to get in the way of what she wanted. In the office alcove of her small apartment she had large sheets of poster paper tacked up on the walls. Each was covered with a graph or a chart or a list. She was a big believer in taking responsibility of her own happiness, and for her that meant getting her business up and running. Zaps tended to derail young women pursuing financial and business success.
“You have a four-year plan?” he asked, his tone slightly amused. “Not a five-year one?”
She raised her chin. “It was a five-year plan, but I’m wrapping year one now.”
“How many pregnant cats does it include?”
She laughed. “Hopefully Misty is my last one. I’m a pet sitter. My company provides temporary employees and pet-sitting services.”
“That’s eclectic.”
“I have a degree in business,” she told him. “I spent eighteen months working for a bank and hated every minute of it. So I quit and spent a month figuring out what I wanted from my life.”
“Which is?”
“I want to own my own business.”
“You’ve already done that.”
“Sure, my name’s on the door, but I’m struggling. I want to be financially successful. I’m twenty-four. By the time I’m twenty-eight, I want four employees, all working full-time.”
“That’s a lot to take on.”
“I know, but like I said, I have a plan. When I did my analysis, I saw there was a real need for good pet-sitting services in town. Not just someone to come in and feed the fish, but a person willing to be there 24/7 if necessary.”
“That explains the pregnant Misty.”
“Exactly.” She smiled. “Charity didn’t want to leave her alone. So I’m taking her with me. Although she wasn’t supposed to be giving birth so soon.”
“And the temp side of things?”
“I fill in. Right now I’m spending a couple of weeks here at Ethan’s office while his regular receptionist is on vacation. There are a lot of small businesses in Fool’s Gold. They need extra help but don’t always want to hire someone full-time. I fill a gap.”
Starting her business had taken every penny of her savings and a loan from her older sister. Dellina had handled the family finances ever since she’d turned eighteen and had taken over the responsibility of raising her two younger twin sisters. Each sibling had a small trust fund left by their parents’ life insurance. Fayrene’s loan was against that.
Ryan stood and held out his hand. “Come on,” he said. “We’ll go check on our girl.”
Fayrene wasn’t sure about touching Ryan again. She’d already felt that one zap. But maybe it had been static electricity and not anything chemical.
She took the outstretched hand and held her breath. The second their palms touched, she felt it. A distinct shivery sensation working its way up her spine. Uh-oh. This wasn’t good. Her four-year plan didn’t include time for romance.
Ryan, however, appeared unmoved. He gave her a quick smile, then led the way back to Misty’s box under the receptionist desk.
Three tiny kittens nestled against their mother. Misty carefully
He grinned. “I’m pretty sure I can handle myself.”
* * *
HE LOOKED LIKE he could, Fayrene Hopkins thought as she stared into amused brown eyes. Ryan was close to six feet, with broad shoulders and dark hair. He wore a plaid shirt tucked into jeans and cute rimless glasses.
“You’re saying if I came at you with a letter opener, you’d be comfortable wrestling me to the ground?” she asked.
“Are you going to?”
“I’m not into violence. It doesn’t move me forward on my four-year plan. I’m Fayrene. Fayrene Hopkins.”
She rose and offered her hand. They shook. His skin was warm, and for a second, as she gazed into his eyes, she felt a slight zap of electricity.
She settled back in the chair and told herself no zip, zap or tingle was going to get in the way of what she wanted. In the office alcove of her small apartment she had large sheets of poster paper tacked up on the walls. Each was covered with a graph or a chart or a list. She was a big believer in taking responsibility of her own happiness, and for her that meant getting her business up and running. Zaps tended to derail young women pursuing financial and business success.
“You have a four-year plan?” he asked, his tone slightly amused. “Not a five-year one?”
She raised her chin. “It was a five-year plan, but I’m wrapping year one now.”
“How many pregnant cats does it include?”
She laughed. “Hopefully Misty is my last one. I’m a pet sitter. My company provides temporary employees and pet-sitting services.”
“That’s eclectic.”
“I have a degree in business,” she told him. “I spent eighteen months working for a bank and hated every minute of it. So I quit and spent a month figuring out what I wanted from my life.”
“Which is?”
“I want to own my own business.”
“You’ve already done that.”
“Sure, my name’s on the door, but I’m struggling. I want to be financially successful. I’m twenty-four. By the time I’m twenty-eight, I want four employees, all working full-time.”
“That’s a lot to take on.”
“I know, but like I said, I have a plan. When I did my analysis, I saw there was a real need for good pet-sitting services in town. Not just someone to come in and feed the fish, but a person willing to be there 24/7 if necessary.”
“That explains the pregnant Misty.”
“Exactly.” She smiled. “Charity didn’t want to leave her alone. So I’m taking her with me. Although she wasn’t supposed to be giving birth so soon.”
“And the temp side of things?”
“I fill in. Right now I’m spending a couple of weeks here at Ethan’s office while his regular receptionist is on vacation. There are a lot of small businesses in Fool’s Gold. They need extra help but don’t always want to hire someone full-time. I fill a gap.”
Starting her business had taken every penny of her savings and a loan from her older sister. Dellina had handled the family finances ever since she’d turned eighteen and had taken over the responsibility of raising her two younger twin sisters. Each sibling had a small trust fund left by their parents’ life insurance. Fayrene’s loan was against that.
Ryan stood and held out his hand. “Come on,” he said. “We’ll go check on our girl.”
Fayrene wasn’t sure about touching Ryan again. She’d already felt that one zap. But maybe it had been static electricity and not anything chemical.
She took the outstretched hand and held her breath. The second their palms touched, she felt it. A distinct shivery sensation working its way up her spine. Uh-oh. This wasn’t good. Her four-year plan didn’t include time for romance.
Ryan, however, appeared unmoved. He gave her a quick smile, then led the way back to Misty’s box under the receptionist desk.
Three tiny kittens nestled against their mother. Misty carefully
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