He inhaled, trying to calm the heartbeat pounding in his ears. “Now who’s running?”
“Do you really want to have this conversation? Because we can.” She took one more step. The move left little more than a whisper of air between them. “I’m not the one who saw something, misinterpreted it and then threw the mother of all hissy fits.”
The air in the room closed in around him. He could actually feel it press against his back. “Misinterpreted?”
“You’re offended by my word choice?”
“You were kissing my father!” He shouted the accusation loud enough to make the walls shake.
A sharp silence descended on them right after. In the quiet, she retreated both physically and emotionally. The air seemed to seep right out of her.
“That’s what you think you saw.” Not a question. Not really even a statement. She said the words and let them sit there.
The adrenaline shooting through him refused to ease off. “Hell, yes!”
“You can let yourself out.” She walked around him and headed for the door.
“Hey.” His hand brushed against her arm. He dropped it again when she glared at him. “Fine. No touching.”
“None.” Which sounded like not ever.
Regret plowed into him. He came here for them to talk this out. He’d gone into the computer and looked up her schedule. Came here unannounced, thinking he’d have the upper hand.
“I want us to be civil toward each other,” he said as he struggled to bring his voice back under control.
She shook her head. “No.”
“What?” He’d been the one to offer the olive branch. He hadn’t insisted on an apology or that she take responsibility. But she still came out swinging and didn’t stop.
“You lied to me,” she said in a voice growing stronger with each word.
For a second, his brain misfired. He couldn’t think of a response. “When?”
“You let me believe you weren’t that guy, but you are. Rich, entitled, ready to bolt, tied to his daddy and desperate for approval.” She counted out his perceived sins on her fingers.
That fast his temper skyrocketed again. Heat flushed through him “That’s enough.”
“The suggestion still stands. We ignore each other.”
“Does that mean you’re going to leave every room I enter? Get off projects I’m overseeing?”
She shrugged. “That all works for me.”
No, he was not going to be pushed into a corner. He was the boss. He wasn’t the one who screwed everything up.
He pointed at her. “You did this to us.”
Her mouth dropped open. For a second, she didn’t say anything, and then she clenched her teeth together. “You’re unbelievable.”
She slipped by him a second time. Got the whole way to the doorway.
“Stop trying to storm off, and talk to me.” He didn’t try to grab her but he did want to.
She was absolutely infuriating. Every word she said pushed him until the frustration mixed with the attraction and it all pounded in his head.
“Okay.” She whipped around and faced him again. “You want me to talk, try this. You’re no better than your father.”
The words sliced through him. Ripped right through the layers of clothing and skin.
“I guess you should be the one to compare us since you kissed both of us.” When she just stood there, staring at him, he wanted to lash out even harder. “What, no comeback?”
“Stay out of my way.”
“Or?”
“Don’t push me, Spence. Other people might be afraid of you or want to impress you, but I know better.” She shook her head. “What you need is for someone to kick your butt. Keep talking and I will.”
Two
Everything was weird now. For the last few weeks, Abby didn’t think twice about heading over to Ellie’s house on the tree-lined street in Georgetown for a visit. She lived with and was engaged to Derrick Jameson and their high-risk pregnancy had people at work, their friends—everyone—on edge.
Derrick was Spence’s older brother, and Spence was the nightmare that just wouldn’t go away, so Abby was torn. Being friends with someone tied that closely to the man who broke her heart promised more pain. That was the last thing Abby needed.
Ellie and Abby met by accident, really. Someone wrongly suggested Abby and Derrick were having a “thing” and Ellie stopped by Abby’s office to apologize for getting her dragged into their personal business and someone else’s vendetta. Abby still didn’t understand what happened, but she was grateful for the warning and the show of trust from Ellie, a woman who didn’t know her at all at that point. That was three weeks ago and they’d been friends since.
Trust was more than she ever got from Spence, the man she’d planned to date, sleep with, before he stormed off refusing to listen to her months ago. The awful day played out so clearly on a loop in her head.
Panic and frustration whirled together in her mind. “It’s not what you think.”
“I have eyes, Abby.” And that furious gaze switched back and forth between her and his father...and his hand on her waist. The noise rumbling out of Spence almost sounded like a snarl. “You want the top of the Jameson food chain? He’s all yours. Good luck.”
She tried to follow him but Eldrick held on. “Spence, wait—”
“I told you.” Eldrick smiled down at her as she yanked her arm out of his grip. “You’re going after the wrong Jameson.”
“I’m so happy you came...” Ellie’s smile fell as she talked. “What happened?”
The memory blinked out at the sound of Ellie’s voice. Abby snapped back into reality as she stood in the doorway to Ellie and Derrick’s bedroom, holding a box of brownies from that place in Foggy Bottom that Ellie had raved about a few days before.
Abby had no idea what conversation she missed as her mind wandered, but both Derrick and Ellie stared at her. Ellie was cuddled up in a blanket in the center of the gigantic never-seen-a-king-size-bed-that-big bed with pillows tucked around her body and the television remote control in her hand. Derrick, still wearing his dress pants and button-down shirt, sat next to her. Not on top of her, but close enough for the intimacy, the closeness, to flow around them. His only nod to being home and not at work came in the removal of his tie. It lay over the armrest of the overstuffed chair by the bed.
“Nothing.” That seemed like a reasonable response to most things, so Abby went with that as her answer.
“Huh.” Ellie made a face. “You look furious.”
Derrick let out a long breath. “So, Spence.”
“Definitely Spence,” Ellie said with a nod.
Well, they weren’t wrong. Derrick and Spence were brothers and her bosses. But still. “I don’t know how you two are related.”
“We’re actually a lot alike.” Derrick smiled at first but when Abby stood there, not moving, Derrick bit his bottom lip. “But I can see that’s the wrong answer.”
“Did something happen?” Ellie patted an empty space on the bed, inviting Abby farther into the room to take a seat.
Seeing the two of them, with Derrick’s arm resting on the pillows behind Ellie and his fingers slipping into her hair and massaging her neck, struck Abby with the force of a slap. A pang of something...jealousy, regret, longing...moved through her. She couldn’t identify the feeling or grab on to it long enough to assess it. But the idea that she was interrupting did crash on top of her.
She was about to drop the brownies and run when she saw both of their faces. The concern. Derrick was the big boss and he deserved to know Spence hadn’t really done anything wrong. This time.
She shook her head. “Nothing, really. He walked onto my job site unannounced.”
Derrick winced. “Yeah, about that.”
Ellie’s head slowly turned and
she pinned Derrick with a you’re-in-trouble glare. “What did you do?”
“With you being on bed rest—”
“Don’t blame me,” Ellie warned.
“Let me try again.” Derrick, the tough, no-nonsense boss who sent employees scurrying, cleared his throat. “Since I can’t be in the office as much as usual right now—”
Ellie’s sigh echoed around the room. “You’re still blaming me.”
They were so cute, so perfectly in sync, that Abby took pity on Derrick. “Let me guess. Spence is overseeing some of the projects now that he’s back in town.”
Derrick closed his eyes for a second before opening them again. Relief poured off him. “Thank you and yes.”
She wasn’t willing to let him all the way off the hook. “Like the one I’m in charge of.”
“The key phrase there is that you are in charge. Spence watching over the project is in line with office procedure. It’s purely a we-need-to-know-what’s-happening check. You know that.”
“That was a lot of words,” Ellie said in a stunned voice.
“I wanted to be clear.”
This time, she rolled her eyes at him. “Uh-huh. You’re sure you’re not doing something else?”
Derrick smiled. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
Abby got it. Derrick rarely explained himself. He’d gone into an office-manual description with his answer. That immediately put Abby on edge. The idea of Derrick playing matchmaker or trying to push people together to talk...forget it. That was ridiculous. He wasn’t that great with people, which is why his assistant, Jackson Richards, worked nonstop and everyone ran to him for everything.
It also explained why the entire office celebrated when Derrick fell in love with Ellie. Everyone hoped love would soften him. It had, except for the palpable panic that now hovered around him due to the endangered pregnancy.
Still, shortly after Spence left town, Abby had been promoted. She’d seriously considered turning the offer down out of fear of it being perceived as a payoff to get her to keep quiet about the Jameson men shenanigans. Then she decided she qualified for the position and needed the money because there was no way she was staying at Jameson for long.
She went from assistant to project manager. Now she had a seat at the manager’s table. She didn’t need a full-time babysitter, and certainly not that full-time babysitter. “Spence showed up at a site meeting unannounced.”
“He does have access to your calendar,” Derrick said.
Ellie patted Derrick’s knee where it lay curled on the bed beside her. “I love you but you’re not very good at this.”
Loyalty. Derrick and Spence had it. Abby got that.
“No, it’s fine.” She tried to keep her voice even but knew she failed when Derrick frowned and Ellie’s eyes widened.
“Really?” Ellie snorted. “Because that tone did not sound fine.”
Derrick had stopped massaging Ellie’s neck but he started again. “I think she’s afraid she’ll upset you if she launches into her why-I-hate-Spence speech.”
Ellie waved the concern away as she turned the television from muted to off. “Nope. Jameson family gossip is ridiculously delicious. I’m always happy to hear it.”
Hate Spence. If only. Abby’s life would be so much easier if she did hate Spence. She’d tried. Her mind spun with all the ways he’d failed her. How he hadn’t believed her or let her explain. She could call up a ton of hate for the elder Mr. Jameson and heaps of anger and disappointment for Spence, but that was it. And seeing him again...her normal breathing still hadn’t returned.
She’d heard his deep, rich voice in the hallway at work and ducked into the closest office to avoid him. Then there was his face. That gorgeous face. The straight black hair and striking light brown eyes. He’d been blessed with those extraordinary Jameson genes, including a hint of his Japanese grandmother around the nose and cheeks. Tall, almost six-two with impossibly long legs and a trim waist, Spence was a bit more muscled than Derrick. Spence’s shoulders, and that pronounced collarbone, cried out for kisses.
Not that she noticed.
She was trying really hard not to notice.
With a shake, she forced her mind back to work and the best way to survive being in the same building as Spence. “Well, hopefully it was a one-time thing and I can submit reports or tell Jackson and make Jackson talk to Spence.”
Derrick frowned. “That sounds like an efficient use of office resources.”
“It might keep Spence alive.” Ellie slipped her fingers through Derrick’s as she spoke. “Just saying.”
The gentle touch seemed to spark something in Derrick. He sat up a bit straighter as he looked at Abby. “If it’s a problem to deal with Spence, I’ll switch projects with him. I’ll be the silent Jameson looming in the background on yours.”
As if she could agree to that. Saying yes to the offer suggested she couldn’t handle pressure, and that was not a message Abby wanted to send.
Ellie visibly squeezed his hand. “That’s not really how you run the office, is it?”
“No,” Derrick said.
Abby shrugged. “Sort of.”
For a few seconds, no one spoke. They all looked at each other, back and forth, as the tension rose. Abby wasn’t clear on what was happening. Maybe some sort of unspoken chat between Ellie and Derrick. But Abby did know that the cool room suddenly felt suffocating. Even the cream-colored duvet cover with the tiny blue roses—an addition she would bet money moved in with Ellie—didn’t ease the mood.
“Everything okay in here?” Spence’s firm voice boomed into the silence.
He hovered right behind her. Abby could almost feel the heat pulse off his body. When he exhaled, his warm breath blew across the back of her neck.
Time to go. That phrase repeated in her head until it took hold.
“Spence.” Ellie smiled. “Look, it’s Spence.”
“I do live here. Temporarily, but still.”
In the bedroom down the hall. Abby knew because she’d walked by it a few days ago and glanced in. Saw a bag and hoped it meant nothing. Then she recognized Spence’s tie from the day before flung over the unmade bed.
“For now.” Abby meant to think and not say it, but she managed to mumble it.
Of course Spence heard and placed a hand on her lower back. “Meaning?”
The touch, perfectly respectable and so small, hit her like a live wire. Energy arced through her. She had to fight the urge to lean into him. To balance her body against his. “I’m sure you’ll be on your way again soon.”
Spence’s exhale was louder, more dramatic this time. “That’s not—”
Derrick stood up. “As fun as it is to see you two work things out by lobbing verbal volleys at each other, Ellie does need her rest.”
“I’m having fun.” Ellie caught Derrick’s hand.
Abby silently thanked Derrick for giving her the easy out. Once she maneuvered her way through the three-story brick mansion, she’d be gone.
She put the box of brownies on the bed and pointed to them. “I just wanted to drop them off. Don’t eat them all at once.”
“You’re very sweet.” Ellie went to work on the tape holding the sides of the box down. “I make no promises about how fast they’ll be gone.” She shot Derrick and Spence a serious look. “So we’re clear, I’m not sharing.”
“No one would dare defy that order.” Abby could not escape fast enough. “I’ll text you later.”
She pivoted around Spence and practically raced down the hall. Moved as fast as her stupid spiky heels would let her without wiping out in an inglorious sprawl. The humming in her head blocked out all sounds. She didn’t realize she’d been followed until she reached the bottom of the intricately carved wooden staircase and heard footsteps behind her.
She turned around jus
t as she left the steps. Spence was there. Of course he was.
With his palm flattened against the wall and his other on the banister, he stopped. She couldn’t help but stare. His body was an amazing mystery to her. A package she ached to unwrap. How long were his arms, anyway?
His expression stayed blank as his gaze searched her face. “What are you doing here?”
“Visiting Ellie.” Not a lie. She’d brought a treat and everything.
Spence finished coming down the stairs. Slipped his body by hers until they stood side by side. “How do you even know her?”
He still towered over her. She stood a good five-eight and with the heels could talk to anyone without feeling as if someone was trying to intimidate her. But Spence still towered, though he did stand a few steps back, giving her space.
“I do work at the company,” she pointed out, not knowing what else to say.
“A lot of people work there. None of them show up at the boss’s house.” Spence folded his arms across his middle and stared her down. “What’s really going on?”
He had to be kidding with this. “Do you think I’m stalking you?”
“Are you?”
She was doing the exact opposite, whatever that was called. Hiding from him? Sort of. Trying to find breathing room to center her control and ease the disappointment that clawed at her every time she thought about him and what could have been. “Lately, when I come over I text first to make sure you’re gone. Happy?”
His arms slid down until they hung at his sides again. “Isn’t that a bit extreme?”
“No.” It was self-preservation.
She refused to get snared in another Jameson trap. She trusted Derrick. He’d delivered on every promise he’d made to her back then, when he begged her to stay with the company after...Spence.
“Sooner or later, we’re going to need to talk to each other,” Spence said.
“I disagree.” Not her most mature answer ever but probably the most honest one.
“Abby, come on.”
The tone of his voice suggested he was done playing games. Well, that made two of them. “It’s fascinating that you ran off without saying a word months ago, but now you want some big chatty moment with me. I guess us talking is fine so long as it’s convenient to you.”
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