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Authors: Vanessa Grant
Tags: Fiction, General, Romance, Contemporary, Family, Canada, Women's Fiction, Motherhood, seattle, Pacific Island
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Sam walking into the living room of that log cabin, her breasts moving seductively under an oversize sweatshirt.
It didn't matter what she looked like with a baby in her arms. The point was that his second-in-command was talking about quitting. Somehow, between yesterday and today, his administrative genius, the person he relied on above all others, had transformed into a barefoot woman with a baby in her arms.
He couldn't afford to lose her. Sam had spoiled him, and after a year without administrative hassles, he shuddered at the thought of going back to how it had been before Samantha Jones—Samantha Moonbeam Jones—saved him from bureaucratic psychosis.
He certainly wasn't going to accept her resignation. From what she said, it wouldn't be more than a couple of weeks before she could return to Seattle. Meanwhile, he'd show his face in the admin offices more than usual, and she'd delegate and organize via phone and web conference—Sam was, after all, an expert at organizing, at hiring the kind of people one could delegate to. One way or another, they'd get through the next fourteen days until Sam returned.
Then, if the grandmother went into a nursing home, Sam would come back to Seattle with the kid, who would go into day care. He'd put the chopper and a pilot at her disposal for weekend visits to the grandmother. Then Sam's world—and Cal's—would go back to normal.
Which didn't explain why Cal was prowling a cement pathway through manicured grass on the edge of Nanaimo's harbor, staring at the lights across the water, worried instead of wondering what the hell those lights were. Not Gabriola Island, which lay at the other end of Nanaimo Harbor. Maybe Newcastle Island, which the museum exhibit labeled a historic coal mining site.
If that was Newcastle, there would be an old tunnel running under the harbor, joining it to Nanaimo. Built to carry coal from Newcastle.
Which, at the moment, he couldn't care less about.
The trouble was, Sam had turned into a woman with a baby and a potentially complicated private life, either of which could be relied on to cause future problems. Being a single parent had to be a massive task at the best of times. When he thought of the chaos he and his sister had created in their parents' lives as children, he didn't figure Sam was in for much fun with this solitary baby-tending business. Even with day care, she'd be exhausted in a matter of weeks if she tried to keep up her previous pace.
Did she have a man in her life? A woman who hadn't mentioned losing her sister over the Christmas vacation certainly wasn't going to fill her boss in on her love life.
If she did have a love life, it stood to reason that now she was a family woman, she'd be thinking about marriage, a father for the baby. She wouldn't want the child growing up fatherless.
A girl like Sam—smart, sensible, and sexy—all she'd have to do to obtain a husband was to let some suitable guy know she was in the market.
And if looking after Kippy weren't enough to wear her out and make her decide she wanted a job that was less demanding, then having a husband—and, soon, a baby of her own—would do it. That tiny, sleeping infant was the first step toward disaster for Cal. In the end, she'd leave him.
Cal wasn't going to wait for Sam to get to the point of leaving him. He would come up with an offer she couldn't refuse, one that would keep her exactly where he wanted her—at Tremaine's.
By three o'clock Friday afternoon, the lineup outside Tremaine's extended east along the block as far as the television camera could see. Then the doors opened and candidates began pouring off the elevators into the reception area.
Three hours later, Samantha returned to the television monitor in the reception area and found candidates still lined up beyond the camera's view. She collared Jason, the human resources manager.
"We're not going to be able to process all these people."
"I know, but we can't go any faster. I've
It didn't matter what she looked like with a baby in her arms. The point was that his second-in-command was talking about quitting. Somehow, between yesterday and today, his administrative genius, the person he relied on above all others, had transformed into a barefoot woman with a baby in her arms.
He couldn't afford to lose her. Sam had spoiled him, and after a year without administrative hassles, he shuddered at the thought of going back to how it had been before Samantha Jones—Samantha Moonbeam Jones—saved him from bureaucratic psychosis.
He certainly wasn't going to accept her resignation. From what she said, it wouldn't be more than a couple of weeks before she could return to Seattle. Meanwhile, he'd show his face in the admin offices more than usual, and she'd delegate and organize via phone and web conference—Sam was, after all, an expert at organizing, at hiring the kind of people one could delegate to. One way or another, they'd get through the next fourteen days until Sam returned.
Then, if the grandmother went into a nursing home, Sam would come back to Seattle with the kid, who would go into day care. He'd put the chopper and a pilot at her disposal for weekend visits to the grandmother. Then Sam's world—and Cal's—would go back to normal.
Which didn't explain why Cal was prowling a cement pathway through manicured grass on the edge of Nanaimo's harbor, staring at the lights across the water, worried instead of wondering what the hell those lights were. Not Gabriola Island, which lay at the other end of Nanaimo Harbor. Maybe Newcastle Island, which the museum exhibit labeled a historic coal mining site.
If that was Newcastle, there would be an old tunnel running under the harbor, joining it to Nanaimo. Built to carry coal from Newcastle.
Which, at the moment, he couldn't care less about.
The trouble was, Sam had turned into a woman with a baby and a potentially complicated private life, either of which could be relied on to cause future problems. Being a single parent had to be a massive task at the best of times. When he thought of the chaos he and his sister had created in their parents' lives as children, he didn't figure Sam was in for much fun with this solitary baby-tending business. Even with day care, she'd be exhausted in a matter of weeks if she tried to keep up her previous pace.
Did she have a man in her life? A woman who hadn't mentioned losing her sister over the Christmas vacation certainly wasn't going to fill her boss in on her love life.
If she did have a love life, it stood to reason that now she was a family woman, she'd be thinking about marriage, a father for the baby. She wouldn't want the child growing up fatherless.
A girl like Sam—smart, sensible, and sexy—all she'd have to do to obtain a husband was to let some suitable guy know she was in the market.
And if looking after Kippy weren't enough to wear her out and make her decide she wanted a job that was less demanding, then having a husband—and, soon, a baby of her own—would do it. That tiny, sleeping infant was the first step toward disaster for Cal. In the end, she'd leave him.
Cal wasn't going to wait for Sam to get to the point of leaving him. He would come up with an offer she couldn't refuse, one that would keep her exactly where he wanted her—at Tremaine's.
By three o'clock Friday afternoon, the lineup outside Tremaine's extended east along the block as far as the television camera could see. Then the doors opened and candidates began pouring off the elevators into the reception area.
Three hours later, Samantha returned to the television monitor in the reception area and found candidates still lined up beyond the camera's view. She collared Jason, the human resources manager.
"We're not going to be able to process all these people."
"I know, but we can't go any faster. I've
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