AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“You’ll have to wait on my answer to that, too, I’m afraid.” She grinned.
“Too bad.” He loved seeing her smile again. It had been far too long since the last time. “You know how impatient I can be.”
“I do. Now, please, have a seat. Ms. Wolfe is just about ready to see you. Would you like something to drink?”
“Yes. Champagne. You and I can celebrate my new job here.”
She shook her head. “Can’t you ever be serious, Nic?” She didn’t wait for him to answer, but stood. “I’ll bring you a cup of coffee. Cream, no sugar, as I recall.”
He nodded.
She walked out of the room.
He loved her moxie. Loved everything about her.
The door opened, and Sylas entered.
Aggravation swept over him. Why is he here so early? My appointment is next, and I suspect it will be at least an hour.
Sylas nodded his direction. “Nic.” Then
he went and sat down.
Ashley returned carrying Nic’s coffee. “Oh, you’re here. Hi, Sylas. Would you like a cup of coffee? It will only be a few more minutes until Phoebe can see you and Nic.”
Nic was shocked to hear that. “What the hell? She wants to interview us at the same time?”
“Yes.” She handed him the cup and turned to Sylas. “You still drink yours black.”
“I do. Thanks.”
Nic hated the way she looked at Sylas. It reminded him of all the months back in Chicago when he had to say good-bye to her every Saturday afternoon, knowing she would spend the remainder of the weekend with Sylas.
“Ashley, you know more than you’re saying, don’t you? What’s this all about?”
“You either wait and find out, Nic”—she pointed to the door—“or you can leave. Your choice.”
Her fire always did evoke such strong desires inside him. He couldn’t hold back his grin. “I’ll stay and wait, sweetheart.”
“This is a law practice, Mr. Walker. Calling me ‘sweetheart’ is not appropriate here.”
“Agreed. Sorry. Where is it appropriate? Dinner, perhaps?” He saw the corners of her mouth go up before she turned her back on him.
“You’ll never change, Nicholas Walker,” she said as she walked out of the room.
He glared at Sylas. “Did you know that we were meeting Phoebe together?”
“Nope. I’m just as surprised as you are.”
Ashley returned with Sylas’s coffee. “Here you go.”
Phoebe stepped out of her office. “Hello, gentlemen. Bring your coffee and join me in the conference room. You, too, Ashley.”
“Me?” She looked shocked.
“Yes, you.” The woman smiled.
This was turning out to be the strangest interview he’d ever done. Why would a paralegal need to be in on it?
