Read Online Her Last Best Fling by Candace Havens - Free Book Online
Authors: Candace Havens
Ads: Link
poked one eye, both of them did that? This was useless. She could call out to Amanda and cancel the meeting, but Blake would know she was here.
She had no other choice.
When her nose started running, she did the only thing she could. Tucking a good chunk of toilet paper up her sleeve, she went to the reception area to meet Blake.
Concern etched his face when he saw her. “Did something happen?” He reached out to touch her, but then pulled back.
She remembered what he said about not wanting to touch her until she asked.
“I was going to lie and say allergies, but I’m not so good at lying. I stuck my mascara wand in my eye and now my face has turned into a faucet.”
Blake coughed to cover a chuckle. But she knew what he’d done, and she smiled.
“Yes, I am beauty and grace.” She curtsied.
“Do you want to postpone the meeting?” he asked.
“I’m okay, as long as you don’t mind my weepy face.”
“That face is beautiful no matter what is going on.”
“Such a flatterer. I bet you say that to all the women.”
“No, only one woman.” He said it so low, she wasn’t sure she heard him right.
Clearing her throat, she motioned to the chair across from her desk. She’d cleaned out all the file cabinets that had crowded the space and moved the heavy, carved desk so that it faced the door. She’d painted the dull army green a bright cream and brought in some art. She spent most of her days in the space and she liked that it was comfortable.
He set a box from the café on her desk. Then he pushed it toward her. “These are a peace offering for invading your space the other day. I should have called before I came by.”
She grinned. “You surprised me, but I didn’t take offense. I’m just not in a space where I can—” She lifted the lid on the box. “You got Mrs. Chesaline to make her éclairs? But she only does that on the second Tuesday of the month. I was waiting at the door last week at 5:00 a.m. when I found out what day she made them.”
“I heard.” He grinned.
She shook her head and frowned. “This town. I swear everything you do is circumspect.”
“Yes, but it has its advantages, as well. When you need a helping hand, it’s there. You’ll see.”
She wasn’t so sure about that. It was easy for the handsome marine. The town hero home from the battlefield. Not so much for an uptight reporter who was too nosy for her own good.
“I appreciate you taking the time to come over. I’ve been tied up in interviews all day.”
“Who were you interviewing? That is if you can tell me,” he said.
“Oh. Uh. Actually, I’m hiring a couple of reporters. Well, I’m hoping I can find reporters who can also edit and lay out pages. I found an ad salesman, next up I need an accountant.”
“Is that why you called?” He leaned forward and she caught his pine scent. It wasn’t fair that he was beautiful and smelled so good.
“Excuse me?”
“About the accounting position. I don’t practice but I do have my license.”
She’d forgotten about him having an MBA. The man was so much more than eye candy, which made him so darn appealing. As if he needed any help.
“Well, you know. If you don’t mind consulting until I can find someone for us full-time, that would be appreciated.”
He nodded. “I can do that. I have something on for tonight, but I’ll take a look tomorrow.”
Wait, what kind of plans did he have? Was it a date? Why should it matter to her?
Because you know he wants to kiss you.
They had chemistry. But he was so hot he probably had that with every woman he met. He didn’t seem like a player, but her track record wasn’t the best when it came to men. She no longer trusted her instincts in that regard.
“Tomorrow. Yes. Listen, I appreciate you stepping in temporarily, but that isn’t why I asked you to stop by.”
He started to say something, but stopped.
Her eyebrow rose. “Please, go ahead.”
“I was hoping you asked me for personal
She had no other choice.
When her nose started running, she did the only thing she could. Tucking a good chunk of toilet paper up her sleeve, she went to the reception area to meet Blake.
Concern etched his face when he saw her. “Did something happen?” He reached out to touch her, but then pulled back.
She remembered what he said about not wanting to touch her until she asked.
“I was going to lie and say allergies, but I’m not so good at lying. I stuck my mascara wand in my eye and now my face has turned into a faucet.”
Blake coughed to cover a chuckle. But she knew what he’d done, and she smiled.
“Yes, I am beauty and grace.” She curtsied.
“Do you want to postpone the meeting?” he asked.
“I’m okay, as long as you don’t mind my weepy face.”
“That face is beautiful no matter what is going on.”
“Such a flatterer. I bet you say that to all the women.”
“No, only one woman.” He said it so low, she wasn’t sure she heard him right.
Clearing her throat, she motioned to the chair across from her desk. She’d cleaned out all the file cabinets that had crowded the space and moved the heavy, carved desk so that it faced the door. She’d painted the dull army green a bright cream and brought in some art. She spent most of her days in the space and she liked that it was comfortable.
He set a box from the café on her desk. Then he pushed it toward her. “These are a peace offering for invading your space the other day. I should have called before I came by.”
She grinned. “You surprised me, but I didn’t take offense. I’m just not in a space where I can—” She lifted the lid on the box. “You got Mrs. Chesaline to make her éclairs? But she only does that on the second Tuesday of the month. I was waiting at the door last week at 5:00 a.m. when I found out what day she made them.”
“I heard.” He grinned.
She shook her head and frowned. “This town. I swear everything you do is circumspect.”
“Yes, but it has its advantages, as well. When you need a helping hand, it’s there. You’ll see.”
She wasn’t so sure about that. It was easy for the handsome marine. The town hero home from the battlefield. Not so much for an uptight reporter who was too nosy for her own good.
“I appreciate you taking the time to come over. I’ve been tied up in interviews all day.”
“Who were you interviewing? That is if you can tell me,” he said.
“Oh. Uh. Actually, I’m hiring a couple of reporters. Well, I’m hoping I can find reporters who can also edit and lay out pages. I found an ad salesman, next up I need an accountant.”
“Is that why you called?” He leaned forward and she caught his pine scent. It wasn’t fair that he was beautiful and smelled so good.
“Excuse me?”
“About the accounting position. I don’t practice but I do have my license.”
She’d forgotten about him having an MBA. The man was so much more than eye candy, which made him so darn appealing. As if he needed any help.
“Well, you know. If you don’t mind consulting until I can find someone for us full-time, that would be appreciated.”
He nodded. “I can do that. I have something on for tonight, but I’ll take a look tomorrow.”
Wait, what kind of plans did he have? Was it a date? Why should it matter to her?
Because you know he wants to kiss you.
They had chemistry. But he was so hot he probably had that with every woman he met. He didn’t seem like a player, but her track record wasn’t the best when it came to men. She no longer trusted her instincts in that regard.
“Tomorrow. Yes. Listen, I appreciate you stepping in temporarily, but that isn’t why I asked you to stop by.”
He started to say something, but stopped.
Her eyebrow rose. “Please, go ahead.”
“I was hoping you asked me for personal
Similar Books
