Her heart slugged faster in her chest even as she fought for composure. A professional distance.
“Oh, you’re not getting rid of me that easily. My job’s not up for grabs.” She pulled the pen from her hair and pointed it his way. “And neither am I.”
She needed to remind herself as much as she needed to tell him.
Hands off Broderick Steele, she reminded herself.
“Why not? The wall’s been torn down.” He gave her a truly quizzical look, as if he was genuinely considering the idea and not just flirting.
Something about his tone made her wary. And very, very hot.
She breathed deep, too aware of her body’s every response to this man.
“No, no, stop right there. From the minute you walked in my office door three days ago, you’ve been filling what you say with sexual overtones.” She had to halt this line of discussion before she started questioning if maybe he had a point. “Now more than ever, sex between us would complicate things.”
“How so?” That sly grin formed dimples in his cheeks.
“You’re smarter than that.” She looked down, shaking her head while pretending to scrutinize his boots. “We don’t need to add more tension to an already strained situation. We’re not college students who’ve had a bit too much to drink at a party.”
“You’re right. We’re not rebellious kids. We’re adults who know exactly what’s going on. Our parents are getting married. We’ll likely have to share Christmas dinner year after year. That’s a fact.” He leaned closer to her, across the table. His musky scent mingled with the playful growl in his voice. “But there’s always the mistletoe.”
At the mention of such a cozy scene, the fire in her belly cooled. The image he painted was too…personal. “This isn’t funny. You’re sexy as hell, and clearly, I’m attracted to you. But I’ve lost enough. I’m not going to risk losing my job and my family, too.”
“I like hearing that the attraction is mutual.” He twined his fingers with hers on top of her puppy.
“Again, I will say, you’re a smart man. You had to know.” Her fingers curled for an instant before she pulled away.
“I didn’t, not for sure. You made a hasty run for the door all those years ago after what I thought was an incredible weekend.”
“It was…memorable,” she said, then rushed to add, “in a good way. But we can both see now how difficult that would have been. Think how impossible it feels to have your dad marry my mom. How tough would it have been back then after that impulsive weekend to combat our families’ feuds?”
“And after that you got married.” A flatness entered his voice.
“Yes, I did.” She tipped her chin defiantly, then tried to lighten the mood. “And you have to admit your reputation as a ladies’ man is well earned. Those tabloid articles can’t be all rumor.”
“The gossips are going to be busy enough right now with my father and your mother. I don’t think they’ll have time left over for the two of us.” He skimmed his knuckles along her cheek in a flash of sensation before returning to his computer. “Think about it.”
There was no missing the invitation in his eyes. The attraction echoed inside her. And as lonely as she’d been, her body ached for the simple touch of a man. This man.
But no.
With Broderick, it would be more than a touch.
And it would never be simple.
CHAPTER FOUR
Jack Steele had known it would be tough getting his offspring and Jeannie’s adult children on board with merging their two warring companies. But hell’s bells, he hadn’t expected such a massive wall of bullheaded resistance.
His redwood mansion in the distance now, he settled deeper into the saddle, hoping the quarter horse’s rhythmic gait crunching through snow would settle his frustration. Riding had saved him from losing his cool more than once. In fact, riding had saved his sanity after his wife and daughter died in that plane crash. The open sky was his sanctuary, day or night.
Right now, the sun glistened off the snowcapped trees and mountains. Glistened off Jeannie’s hair as she rode beside him. He’d dreamed of taking her horseback riding once they could be seen in public together. Another reason he should be happy, but the world was topsy-turvy.
Jack gripped the reins loosely in his hands. He’d saddled up the Paint—Willow—for Jeannie. She was a natural. Just as he’d known she would be. The sunshine brought out the lighter shades in her golden hair, which was slipping free from the hood of her parka. She perched confidently in the saddle, the gentle curves of her slim body calling to him. The cinched waist of her parka. Her long legs that made him think of how much he would enjoy tugging off her boots, her jeans and silk leggings.