territory.”
Except, was it the wisest step? When she’d left San Diego, she’d thought this was a brilliant plan. Now, after agreeing to work with Linc, second thoughts ran rampant in her mind.
Soon, she was going to have to tell him she was pregnant. And when he found out—
God, what if he wanted to marry her?
Then where would she be? Stuck in another bad marriage with a man who was her polar opposite, who’d proposed out of pity, or some outdated sense of honor?
No, thank you. She could handle this on her own. She’d just have to make that clear to Linc, right from the start.
Alex grinned. “Well, I don’t care what the reason is for your trip here. I’m just happy to see you. I’ve missed you and Jayne so much! We’ll have to get together for lunch, dinner, as much as we possibly have time for. And be sure to invite Serena, too. I know she’s dying to see you as well.”
Molly laughed. “I promise, we will. You have my cell number—give me a call anytime. Right now, I’m going over to the Hamilton Towers to get settled in and unpacked.”
Alex arched a dark brow. “Hamilton Towers? Mighty fine digs for a temporary home.”
“Linc is covering the costs as part of my salary.” Molly felt her face heat. “I mean, Mr. Curtis.”
“Linc?” Alex grinned. “First-name basis with the boss already?”
Goodness, the pregnancy must be making her forgetful. She hadn’t told anyone about the man she’d met that night in the bar, and she wasn’t ready to tell Alex now. “I…I met him before. A long time ago. And when he mentioned needing someone to head up this new educational software development program, I leaped at the chance to try something new.”
A reasonable approximation of the truth. She wanted to tell Alex about the pregnancy, but just couldn’t bring herself to explain it. Not yet. Not until she had completely come to terms with it herself.
And to do that, she had to come to terms with one other thing—
Lincoln Curtis.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Y OU’RE crazy,” Conner said to Linc the next morning. “But it’s the kind of crazy I like.”
Linc looked up from the stack of paperwork on his desk, a pile that seemed to have done nothing but grow since he’d arrived in the office a little after seven this morning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I heard about the new project.” Conner dropped into one of the two visitors’ chairs, his lanky frame dwarfing the antique mahogany seat. “So you’re going forward with it after all?”
Linc nodded. “Call it an executive decision. I’m overriding the advice of all the other suits.”
Conner chuckled. “It’s about damned time.”
Linc arched a brow. “What?”
“About damned time you did something that wasn’t written into your schedule, something nobody expected you to do. My God, Linc, you’ve been living in a box way too long.” Conner grinned. “I saw the gorgeous woman you hired to be in charge of the program, too. Don’t try to tell me you don’t have any ulterior motives involved here.”
“I have—” Linc cut off the sentence. He refused to delve into his personal life with Conner. No matter how he tried to explain his and Molly’s relationship, it was bound to come out wrong. There was just no way to start with “one-night stand” and end with “not interested in her” and come off believable. “I hired her to take the project off my hands. Nothing more.”
A decision he’d cemented in his mind last night, after dropping Molly at Hamilton Towers, then asking Saul to make a circle of Vegas before returning to bring Linc back to the same building. He’d been too tempted to follow her into the building and to pick up where they’d left off two months ago. To invite her up to his penthouse apartment and see if the amazing chemistry they’d enjoyed before was still there.
It was the way she smiled at him, the way her green eyes seemed to dance with amusement, how those long, tempting locks of
Except, was it the wisest step? When she’d left San Diego, she’d thought this was a brilliant plan. Now, after agreeing to work with Linc, second thoughts ran rampant in her mind.
Soon, she was going to have to tell him she was pregnant. And when he found out—
God, what if he wanted to marry her?
Then where would she be? Stuck in another bad marriage with a man who was her polar opposite, who’d proposed out of pity, or some outdated sense of honor?
No, thank you. She could handle this on her own. She’d just have to make that clear to Linc, right from the start.
Alex grinned. “Well, I don’t care what the reason is for your trip here. I’m just happy to see you. I’ve missed you and Jayne so much! We’ll have to get together for lunch, dinner, as much as we possibly have time for. And be sure to invite Serena, too. I know she’s dying to see you as well.”
Molly laughed. “I promise, we will. You have my cell number—give me a call anytime. Right now, I’m going over to the Hamilton Towers to get settled in and unpacked.”
Alex arched a dark brow. “Hamilton Towers? Mighty fine digs for a temporary home.”
“Linc is covering the costs as part of my salary.” Molly felt her face heat. “I mean, Mr. Curtis.”
“Linc?” Alex grinned. “First-name basis with the boss already?”
Goodness, the pregnancy must be making her forgetful. She hadn’t told anyone about the man she’d met that night in the bar, and she wasn’t ready to tell Alex now. “I…I met him before. A long time ago. And when he mentioned needing someone to head up this new educational software development program, I leaped at the chance to try something new.”
A reasonable approximation of the truth. She wanted to tell Alex about the pregnancy, but just couldn’t bring herself to explain it. Not yet. Not until she had completely come to terms with it herself.
And to do that, she had to come to terms with one other thing—
Lincoln Curtis.
CHAPTER FOUR
“Y OU’RE crazy,” Conner said to Linc the next morning. “But it’s the kind of crazy I like.”
Linc looked up from the stack of paperwork on his desk, a pile that seemed to have done nothing but grow since he’d arrived in the office a little after seven this morning. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I heard about the new project.” Conner dropped into one of the two visitors’ chairs, his lanky frame dwarfing the antique mahogany seat. “So you’re going forward with it after all?”
Linc nodded. “Call it an executive decision. I’m overriding the advice of all the other suits.”
Conner chuckled. “It’s about damned time.”
Linc arched a brow. “What?”
“About damned time you did something that wasn’t written into your schedule, something nobody expected you to do. My God, Linc, you’ve been living in a box way too long.” Conner grinned. “I saw the gorgeous woman you hired to be in charge of the program, too. Don’t try to tell me you don’t have any ulterior motives involved here.”
“I have—” Linc cut off the sentence. He refused to delve into his personal life with Conner. No matter how he tried to explain his and Molly’s relationship, it was bound to come out wrong. There was just no way to start with “one-night stand” and end with “not interested in her” and come off believable. “I hired her to take the project off my hands. Nothing more.”
A decision he’d cemented in his mind last night, after dropping Molly at Hamilton Towers, then asking Saul to make a circle of Vegas before returning to bring Linc back to the same building. He’d been too tempted to follow her into the building and to pick up where they’d left off two months ago. To invite her up to his penthouse apartment and see if the amazing chemistry they’d enjoyed before was still there.
It was the way she smiled at him, the way her green eyes seemed to dance with amusement, how those long, tempting locks of
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