“So you keep reminding me. And now it’s about Leonard.”
“Exactly.” She brushed imaginary lint from the leg of her slacks.
“If you didn’t meet him on vacation, it must have been a trip for work.”
“Remind me not to try and put anything over on you.”
Sarcasm was one of his favorite things about her. “So, was it in Austin? L.A.? Chicago?”
“I definitely went to those cities. You should know. We were there together.”
She was right about that, but when business hours were over they’d gone their separate ways. He’d picked up women and if Olivia had met men she never said anything to him. Until now. He’d never thought to ask how she filled her time away from work. Clearly she’d found Leonard, and the sense of betrayal Brady felt was out of proportion to the situation. He was being unfair. Not to mention completely irrational.
As crazy as he knew it was, he wanted to know everything. “Do you have a job lined up in Leonard’s neck of the woods?”
“I have an offer.”
“I’d be happy to give you a glowing recommendation.” Well, not happy, exactly, but he’d try not to be spiteful, what with his festering bitterness about her jumping ship.
“But I’m planning to take some time off first.”
“What are you going to do with yourself?”
“Anything that strikes my fancy,” she said, a little defiantly. She stood and walked to the doorway of his office. “Any other questions?”
Why are you leaving me?
Brady didn’t say that out loud, even though the idea of it had preoccupied him way too much since she’d dropped her bombshell. Besides his mother, sister and niece, he had no personal attachments—yet somehow he’d become attached to Olivia. He wouldn’t be making that mistake with his next assistant.
She looked over her shoulder on the way out the door. “Think about Shelly. And I’ll be lining up more candidates to interview. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll approach this process more seriously than you just did.”
“I conducted those interviews very seriously.”
She ignored that. “You need to ask yourself what’s wrong with the two women you saw today.”
“I don’t need to ask myself anything. I already know what’s wrong.”
“Care to share?” She put a hand on her hip.
“Neither of them is you.”
Copyright © 2014 by Teresa Southwick
ISBN-13: 9781460328927
A CAMDEN FAMILY WEDDING
Copyright © 2014 by Victoria Pade
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