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She’d met George in college. He was captain of the varsity rugby team, handsome, and paid her just enough compliments to turn her head to mush.
When she’d decided to pay him a surprise visit and found him in bed with another woman, it had finally dawned on her—if her own father hadn’t even stayed with her, why would any other man find something in her to make him stay? So, after that disaster, she never dated a man for too long and she made sure she sent him on his way before he found a reason to leave her.
And normally, she’d forget the guy quickly. But something was telling her Dale Cavallo would not be so easy to put out of her mind. She hadn’t been able to stop thinking about him ever since she’d met him.
Fed up with herself and her thoughts, she grabbed her coffee and walked back to her room. Why was she still thinking about the damn man?
*
Susan walked into her office just as Zoe was putting the phone down. She wanted to jump up and down. What wonderful news on this beautiful morning.
Dramatically, Susan shaded her eyes. “Wow, what a brilliant smile! I haven’t seen you smiling like that in ages. Have you won the lottery?”
Zoe laughed. “Even better!” She pointed to the phone. “I just had a call from the spokesperson of a newly renovated hotel on the outskirts of London. He’s offered us the job to do the interior decorating for the whole hotel.”
“But that’s wonderful news, Zoe. Especially because you turned down the Cavallo’s offer to work on their hotels.” There was a hint of reproach in Susan’s voice.
Zoe ignored her. Susan had been stunned when Zoe had told her they would not be doing the Cavallo job. But fortunately, because it was her business, she didn’t have to explain her decisions.
“How did they know about us? One would think there are more than enough interior decorators in London.”
“I haven’t even asked, I was so happy with the offer,” Zoe said. “But you remember the smaller job we did there last year? They probably heard about us from them.”
“When do they want us to start? And who will you send?”
“I’ll be going myself,” Zoe said immediately. “They want us to start in the beginning of March next year.”
Zoe couldn’t stop smiling. She’d been looking for a chance to get away, and this was a great opportunity for her firm and also a lovely excuse not to have to do the Sutherland-Cavallo thing for a while. It couldn’t have come at a better time.
