tension pressing on his shoulders.
“According to Maureen, she’s become a golfing widow. They’ve planned a trip to Miami in a few weeks time. Dad’s going to spend all his time hitting golf balls, and Maureen’s going to hit the stores.”
Sam pulled into his parking space outside their office. “A match made in heaven, then.”
Nicky’s hand hesitated over her seatbelt buckle. “I guess it is. They’re both happy, and that’s the main thing.” She uncurled her legs, standing quietly beside the truck while he grabbed her laptop.
Sam picked up his briefcase and locked the doors. “I’ve organized a quick meeting with the board of directors at eight thirty in my office. Does that work for you?”
“I’ve got a meeting with your accountant at nine, so it should be fine.”
They walked toward the front entrance, Nicky’s impossibly high heels clicking on the concrete beside him. He waved his security card in front of a metal panel and opened the door.
The countdown to finding out who had stolen money from his company had finally begun.
CHAPTER THREE
“Do you ever wear shoes, Miss Scotson?”
Nicky looked up from the floor of her office. Sam’s lopsided grin caught her off guard. She smiled back. “Do you ever knock, Mr. Delaney?”
“I own the building. I don’t need to knock.”
“Good point.” Nicky added another sheet of paper to the pile on her right, trying not to make a big deal of Sam’s sudden appearance in her doorway.
“What are you doing? It looks like world war three has hit your office.” Nicky stood up and a dozen sheets of paper fluttered to the floor. “Damn,” she muttered.
“I’ll give you a hand.” Walking carefully through piles of paper, Sam bent down to collect some of the sheets that had floated across the room. “Invoices? Why are you looking at paper copies when we scan them electronically?”
Taking a steadying breath, Nicky rescued another invoice and put it where it belonged. . Sam had been gone three days, discussing the company’s next major contract with property developers in Wyoming. And for three days she’d kept listening for the sound of his heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor, or his voice drifting into her office. She felt like a lovesick schmuck.
“These are copies of original invoices straight from your major suppliers. I’m matching them against the paper copies you have on file and the electronic copies someone scanned.”
“Found anything interesting?”
“Not yet. But you have over fifty preferred subcontractors invoicing you for work at any given time. It makes for a lot of matching.” Nicky soaked in every last inch of Sam Delaney’s body as his gaze darted around the room.
“I’ll get you a table to make the job easier.”.
“There’s no point. Once I’ve sorted these invoices I’ll be finished with this part of the job.” Looking at the organized chaos filling every inch of her office, Nicky tried to think of something else to say. “Amanda’s been great. She spoke to the subcontractors and helped me locate data from the main computer system.” And even though his assistant did have long legs and a full chest, she also had a great sense of humor and an intelligent brain.
Sam gave up looking around the room and concentrated on her instead. The look in his eyes made Nicky feel drowsy and hot. Licking her bottom lip, she tried to get her mind off her hormones and back to the work in front of her.
She’d been down this path before with Sam, and it was depressing how quickly her body craved the sight and smell of him. He’d been gone a whole seventy-two hours, but it felt like a lifetime. She really needed to get some perspective on life. A sex-starved jellyfish had more self-control than she did.
Loosening his tie, Sam slid the top button of his shirt open.
Her mouth fell open, her gaze automatically dropping to button number two.
His hand froze on his tie. “I, umm.” Clearing
“According to Maureen, she’s become a golfing widow. They’ve planned a trip to Miami in a few weeks time. Dad’s going to spend all his time hitting golf balls, and Maureen’s going to hit the stores.”
Sam pulled into his parking space outside their office. “A match made in heaven, then.”
Nicky’s hand hesitated over her seatbelt buckle. “I guess it is. They’re both happy, and that’s the main thing.” She uncurled her legs, standing quietly beside the truck while he grabbed her laptop.
Sam picked up his briefcase and locked the doors. “I’ve organized a quick meeting with the board of directors at eight thirty in my office. Does that work for you?”
“I’ve got a meeting with your accountant at nine, so it should be fine.”
They walked toward the front entrance, Nicky’s impossibly high heels clicking on the concrete beside him. He waved his security card in front of a metal panel and opened the door.
The countdown to finding out who had stolen money from his company had finally begun.
CHAPTER THREE
“Do you ever wear shoes, Miss Scotson?”
Nicky looked up from the floor of her office. Sam’s lopsided grin caught her off guard. She smiled back. “Do you ever knock, Mr. Delaney?”
“I own the building. I don’t need to knock.”
“Good point.” Nicky added another sheet of paper to the pile on her right, trying not to make a big deal of Sam’s sudden appearance in her doorway.
“What are you doing? It looks like world war three has hit your office.” Nicky stood up and a dozen sheets of paper fluttered to the floor. “Damn,” she muttered.
“I’ll give you a hand.” Walking carefully through piles of paper, Sam bent down to collect some of the sheets that had floated across the room. “Invoices? Why are you looking at paper copies when we scan them electronically?”
Taking a steadying breath, Nicky rescued another invoice and put it where it belonged. . Sam had been gone three days, discussing the company’s next major contract with property developers in Wyoming. And for three days she’d kept listening for the sound of his heavy footsteps echoing down the corridor, or his voice drifting into her office. She felt like a lovesick schmuck.
“These are copies of original invoices straight from your major suppliers. I’m matching them against the paper copies you have on file and the electronic copies someone scanned.”
“Found anything interesting?”
“Not yet. But you have over fifty preferred subcontractors invoicing you for work at any given time. It makes for a lot of matching.” Nicky soaked in every last inch of Sam Delaney’s body as his gaze darted around the room.
“I’ll get you a table to make the job easier.”.
“There’s no point. Once I’ve sorted these invoices I’ll be finished with this part of the job.” Looking at the organized chaos filling every inch of her office, Nicky tried to think of something else to say. “Amanda’s been great. She spoke to the subcontractors and helped me locate data from the main computer system.” And even though his assistant did have long legs and a full chest, she also had a great sense of humor and an intelligent brain.
Sam gave up looking around the room and concentrated on her instead. The look in his eyes made Nicky feel drowsy and hot. Licking her bottom lip, she tried to get her mind off her hormones and back to the work in front of her.
She’d been down this path before with Sam, and it was depressing how quickly her body craved the sight and smell of him. He’d been gone a whole seventy-two hours, but it felt like a lifetime. She really needed to get some perspective on life. A sex-starved jellyfish had more self-control than she did.
Loosening his tie, Sam slid the top button of his shirt open.
Her mouth fell open, her gaze automatically dropping to button number two.
His hand froze on his tie. “I, umm.” Clearing
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