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Authors: R.C. Martin
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once more.
“What just happened?” he repeats.
“I’m—I’m sorry.”
“No,” he says, interrupting me before I can say more. “I don’t want your apologies. If we’re going to be working together, I’m going to need you to do better than I’m sorry . Those words just don’t mean very much to me anymore.”
His statement makes me pause. There’s something about the way he said it— those words just don’t mean very much to me anymore —that makes me wonder who or what stole the sincerity behind an honest apology from him?
Then I register the first half of his declaration—the part where he said if we’re going to be working together . He’s still considering me for the position. Right here, right now, my answer means everything.
“Truth?”
“Truth,” he insists with a curt nod.
“I’m a mess,” I reply with a shrug. “I’m trying to figure it out; I’m trying to put myself back together but—I’m a mess. I can’t promise perfection, but I can assure you that I really am trying.”
He studies me for a moment before he speaks. “Can you start tomorrow?”
“Really?” I exhale, more relieved than I thought I’d be at his offer.
“Tomorrow. Seven o’clock.”
“Yes. Yes! I’ll be here. Thank you.”
A small smile plays at his lips and he drags a finger along the length of my jaw. “Keep your chin up. Don’t ever hide those eyes,” he says before he leaves to head back inside.
It takes every bit of will power I have not to turn and watch him make his way back into LB.
I got the job. Not the man. The job.
S HE SMELLS LIKE SUNSHINE , or what I imagine sunshine would smell like. Fresh. Natural. Bright. Completely and effortlessly sexy . As I make my way back into LB, I remember how she felt in my hands when I caught her from her stumble. The moment she looked up at me, those full lips in reaching distance of mine, I knew that hiring her would be a mistake. I also knew there was no way on earth I was going to tell her no. If I’m being honest, the job was hers as soon as she mentioned it. After our short and pointless interview, I’m sure she’ll do fine—it’s me I’m worried about.
She’s gorgeous and sweet and that smile—God, that smile—it pulls me in. There’s also a sadness in her blue eyes that kills me. I want to know her, understand her, figure out what her mess is and help her fix it…but hiring her makes her off limits.
She said she needed the job. Well, I need the help. I can’t go chasing after her—at least, not in the way that I want. I can’t risk losing a good fit by complicating things.
“What was that about? Is she okay?” asks Daphne as I approach.
Caroline is now in Roman’s arms. Both he and Logan look away from her and focus their attention on me, clearly just as interested in my answer as their sister. I barely even think about uttering the truth as the undeniable urge to protect her encourages me to embellish the lie she told before she practically sprinted out of here.
“Yeah. I guess she hadn’t planned on staying so long and she forgot she was supposed to be somewhere. She’ll be back tomorrow.”
Daphne grins before she asks, “Did you offer her the job?” I nod and she brushes her hands against each other. “Well then, my work here is done. Bookclub is going to start in a minute. Rome, just bring Care over when you’re ready,” she instructs, kissing the babe in passing.
“Sarah’s going to be working here? She moved back?” asks Roman.
“Yup,” I answer simply, annoyed that he and Logan can be added to the fold of people who remember Sarah far better than I can. “So, Logan, Daph said you wanted to talk to me. What’s up?”
As I change the direction of the conversation, they both follow, for which I am grateful. Logan and I talk business for a few minutes before I leave them to bond with Caroline. For the rest of the day, I help out behind the counter and make a list of all the things I want to train
“What just happened?” he repeats.
“I’m—I’m sorry.”
“No,” he says, interrupting me before I can say more. “I don’t want your apologies. If we’re going to be working together, I’m going to need you to do better than I’m sorry . Those words just don’t mean very much to me anymore.”
His statement makes me pause. There’s something about the way he said it— those words just don’t mean very much to me anymore —that makes me wonder who or what stole the sincerity behind an honest apology from him?
Then I register the first half of his declaration—the part where he said if we’re going to be working together . He’s still considering me for the position. Right here, right now, my answer means everything.
“Truth?”
“Truth,” he insists with a curt nod.
“I’m a mess,” I reply with a shrug. “I’m trying to figure it out; I’m trying to put myself back together but—I’m a mess. I can’t promise perfection, but I can assure you that I really am trying.”
He studies me for a moment before he speaks. “Can you start tomorrow?”
“Really?” I exhale, more relieved than I thought I’d be at his offer.
“Tomorrow. Seven o’clock.”
“Yes. Yes! I’ll be here. Thank you.”
A small smile plays at his lips and he drags a finger along the length of my jaw. “Keep your chin up. Don’t ever hide those eyes,” he says before he leaves to head back inside.
It takes every bit of will power I have not to turn and watch him make his way back into LB.
I got the job. Not the man. The job.
S HE SMELLS LIKE SUNSHINE , or what I imagine sunshine would smell like. Fresh. Natural. Bright. Completely and effortlessly sexy . As I make my way back into LB, I remember how she felt in my hands when I caught her from her stumble. The moment she looked up at me, those full lips in reaching distance of mine, I knew that hiring her would be a mistake. I also knew there was no way on earth I was going to tell her no. If I’m being honest, the job was hers as soon as she mentioned it. After our short and pointless interview, I’m sure she’ll do fine—it’s me I’m worried about.
She’s gorgeous and sweet and that smile—God, that smile—it pulls me in. There’s also a sadness in her blue eyes that kills me. I want to know her, understand her, figure out what her mess is and help her fix it…but hiring her makes her off limits.
She said she needed the job. Well, I need the help. I can’t go chasing after her—at least, not in the way that I want. I can’t risk losing a good fit by complicating things.
“What was that about? Is she okay?” asks Daphne as I approach.
Caroline is now in Roman’s arms. Both he and Logan look away from her and focus their attention on me, clearly just as interested in my answer as their sister. I barely even think about uttering the truth as the undeniable urge to protect her encourages me to embellish the lie she told before she practically sprinted out of here.
“Yeah. I guess she hadn’t planned on staying so long and she forgot she was supposed to be somewhere. She’ll be back tomorrow.”
Daphne grins before she asks, “Did you offer her the job?” I nod and she brushes her hands against each other. “Well then, my work here is done. Bookclub is going to start in a minute. Rome, just bring Care over when you’re ready,” she instructs, kissing the babe in passing.
“Sarah’s going to be working here? She moved back?” asks Roman.
“Yup,” I answer simply, annoyed that he and Logan can be added to the fold of people who remember Sarah far better than I can. “So, Logan, Daph said you wanted to talk to me. What’s up?”
As I change the direction of the conversation, they both follow, for which I am grateful. Logan and I talk business for a few minutes before I leave them to bond with Caroline. For the rest of the day, I help out behind the counter and make a list of all the things I want to train
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