We Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus by Brenda Novak Page B

between them?
    Cole swallowed hard. Three years was nothing, certainly not the stretch it had been in high school.
    Slinging his suit coat over the water cooler and loosening his tie, he sat behind his brother’s desk, propped up his feet and dialed Rick’s mobile. Cole hadn’t checked in with the office today as he normally did, but Rick had given him an update on his voice-mail, so there hadn’t been any real need to.
    “’Lo,” Rick answered.
    “Hey, what’s up?” Cole asked.
    “Not a whole lot.”
    “Where you at?”
    A pause. “Nowhere special, why?”
    Cole could hear a dominant male voice and other conversation going on in the background. Was it a mall? More likely a restaurant. “You eating?”
    “No.”
    “Jackie with you?”
    “Who?”
    “Jackie Ras—Wentworth, our new employee.”
    “You mean Jaclyn? Why would she be with me?”
    “Because her car is here, but she’s gone.”
    “Did you check the copier room?” Just as Rick spoke, someone near him said something about Lady Chatterley’s Lover. At least, that was what Cole thought he heard. Where the heck was Rick?
    “The what?”
    “She was still in the copier room when I left,” Rick shouted as the noise around him escalated. “I gotta go.”
    “Wait—” Cole said, but Rick had already hung up.
    Puzzled, Cole stared at the phone. His brother used to stay at the office until ten or eleven almost every night. Lately he’d been coming in early but leaving promptly at five. He claimed he wasn’t seeing anyone regularly but never mentioned how he spent his nights….
    Something was up, Cole was certain. But what?
    He shook his head. His brother was an adult now. Whatever it was, Rick could handle it—
    “Who’s here? Cole, is that you?” Jaclyn’s voice resonated from somewhere down the hall, interrupting his thoughts.
    “Yeah, it’s me.” Shoving to his feet, Cole went to see why his new employee was still at work. Didn’t she understand that having a salary meant she wasn’t being paid by the hour?
    He found her in the copier room, just as Rick had suggested, sitting in the middle of a sea of file folders. Her shoes and jacket had been discarded by the door. Her hair was falling from a clip in back and, as he watched, she stretched her neck as though she had a kink in it. All in all, she looked like an overwrought librarian.
    “What’re you doing?” he asked, glancing nervously at the empty file drawer standing open above her head.
    A proud smile curved her generous mouth. “I’m getting us organized.”
    Us? Cole felt his muscles tense. He’d never be able tofind anything again! What had Rick been thinking, turning her loose on the files on her first day? “Did Rick tell you to overhaul the whole filing system?” he asked, grappling for patience.
    She indicated an empty cardboard box not far from her jacket and shoes. “No, he told me to file what was in that box until he had the time to train me. But when he was in the office, he was on the phone, so I kept myself busy in here. Once I got started, I realized this place needed some serious housecleaning.”
    Housecleaning? Housecleaning? This was his business, for God’s sake, his sweat and hard work, and now…He gazed helplessly at the paper mess. “But you said you’ve never worked in an office before.”
    “I haven’t.” Her smile brightened even more. “It took me a long time to figure out how it should go, but once I started recognizing common elements, the sorting went much faster.”
    “I see.” He hated the condescending tone that entered his voice, but he’d been up most of the night before, working on a proposal designed to interest private investors in his first out-of-town housing tract; he was too tired and irritable to deal with such an unexpected calamity. Obviously Jackie meant well and was trying hard to prove herself, but if she didn’t go home soon, she’d learn just how unhappy he was with her little project.
    He cleared his throat.