won’t do what it takes to protect her business and it also doesn’t mean she’s not somewhere sitting in her office and having to listen to a million different voices telling her what to do. Just like you are. She’s got a board to answer to and I’m not sure they’re in the best position financially right now. I can say that because it’s merely an opinion. I’m no longer her advisor in any way. But I watch the markets and I listen. Her father isn’t giving up. He’s hell-bent on causing trouble. Amy’s got to prove her worth or that board will oust her.”
“You think she wants to prove her worth by taking our contracts?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her?”
There was a very good reason for that. “Because the minute I do that, I can no longer learn anything about her. Right now she thinks I don’t know who she is.”
“Does it matter? You can’t negotiate with her unless you’re honest.”
“This is more than fucking business, Mitch.” The words exploded in a wave of frustration. Damn it. He hadn’t meant to admit that. Not really.
“You want her.”
He turned and stared out the ceiling-to-floor glass windows. They offered him a phenomenal view of the city. At night he could swear he was all alone in the world.
He didn’t want to be alone anymore and that wasn’t strictly about being lonely. He wanted her.
“I think I could care about her, but I need time.”
“All right,” Mitch conceded, “but I’m going to look into this and I’m going to oversee everything Hamilton does.”
His cell phone trilled. He frowned as he realized it was the number for the Dallas Police Department. His stomach flipped and he prayed Chase wasn’t in trouble again. He’d done so well for so long.
He picked it up and slid his thumb across the screen to accept. “Hello?”
“Flynn, I’m in trouble. Can you help me?” It was a soft, familiar voice. One that played through his dreams lately.
He was out the door in a flash.
* * * *
Amy pushed the still damp hair out of her face and wished she was seeing his condo under better circumstances. “I’m all right. You could have taken me home.”
The elevator doors opened but not to some hallway. They were suddenly in his home and it was spectacular. She hadn’t realized he was a man of quite these means.
She had a very lovely apartment close to her sister’s building, but she’d had to downsize. She’d put a lot of her money back into Slaten, trying to buy up stock so she had a firmer hold on her own damn company.
Fighting the board was beginning to make her weary. They all wanted something from her. Most of all they wanted to tell her how much better things had been when her father had been in charge.
They didn’t give a crap that he’d been ready to sell them all out. They only knew they weren’t making as much cash as they had when her father had been there cheating every employee and cooking the books.
Flynn held the elevator door open for her. “You were in an accident. You need someone to watch you.”
The ER doctor had been overly protective. Very likely because her sister was married to the head of Neurosurgery. “I had every test known to man run on me. They all came back fine. It was a little fender bender. Nothing more.”
“Not according to the cops. That asshole hit you from behind and you ended up in the oncoming lane. You could have died.”
“Well, that dumbass was texting his girlfriend, not trying to kill me. I’m fine.” It had been a hell of a horrible day. She’d been sitting there minding her own business and waiting for the light to turn green when teenaged nitwit had rear-ended her so hard she’d drifted into the oncoming lane. “You’re really doing far too much. I called because my cell was wrecked and unfortunately the police officer didn’t know my sister’s number.”
When he’d asked she’d realized she relied far too much on speed dial. She’d looked down at
“You think she wants to prove her worth by taking our contracts?”
He shrugged. “I don’t know. Why don’t you ask her?”
There was a very good reason for that. “Because the minute I do that, I can no longer learn anything about her. Right now she thinks I don’t know who she is.”
“Does it matter? You can’t negotiate with her unless you’re honest.”
“This is more than fucking business, Mitch.” The words exploded in a wave of frustration. Damn it. He hadn’t meant to admit that. Not really.
“You want her.”
He turned and stared out the ceiling-to-floor glass windows. They offered him a phenomenal view of the city. At night he could swear he was all alone in the world.
He didn’t want to be alone anymore and that wasn’t strictly about being lonely. He wanted her.
“I think I could care about her, but I need time.”
“All right,” Mitch conceded, “but I’m going to look into this and I’m going to oversee everything Hamilton does.”
His cell phone trilled. He frowned as he realized it was the number for the Dallas Police Department. His stomach flipped and he prayed Chase wasn’t in trouble again. He’d done so well for so long.
He picked it up and slid his thumb across the screen to accept. “Hello?”
“Flynn, I’m in trouble. Can you help me?” It was a soft, familiar voice. One that played through his dreams lately.
He was out the door in a flash.
* * * *
Amy pushed the still damp hair out of her face and wished she was seeing his condo under better circumstances. “I’m all right. You could have taken me home.”
The elevator doors opened but not to some hallway. They were suddenly in his home and it was spectacular. She hadn’t realized he was a man of quite these means.
She had a very lovely apartment close to her sister’s building, but she’d had to downsize. She’d put a lot of her money back into Slaten, trying to buy up stock so she had a firmer hold on her own damn company.
Fighting the board was beginning to make her weary. They all wanted something from her. Most of all they wanted to tell her how much better things had been when her father had been in charge.
They didn’t give a crap that he’d been ready to sell them all out. They only knew they weren’t making as much cash as they had when her father had been there cheating every employee and cooking the books.
Flynn held the elevator door open for her. “You were in an accident. You need someone to watch you.”
The ER doctor had been overly protective. Very likely because her sister was married to the head of Neurosurgery. “I had every test known to man run on me. They all came back fine. It was a little fender bender. Nothing more.”
“Not according to the cops. That asshole hit you from behind and you ended up in the oncoming lane. You could have died.”
“Well, that dumbass was texting his girlfriend, not trying to kill me. I’m fine.” It had been a hell of a horrible day. She’d been sitting there minding her own business and waiting for the light to turn green when teenaged nitwit had rear-ended her so hard she’d drifted into the oncoming lane. “You’re really doing far too much. I called because my cell was wrecked and unfortunately the police officer didn’t know my sister’s number.”
When he’d asked she’d realized she relied far too much on speed dial. She’d looked down at
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