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Clearing his throat, he said, “I did, thank you, Kayla.”
He moved to take the coffee and reports from her, his fingers brushing hers. The shockwave of heat and electricity thatshot up his fingers, into his arms and through his chest was enough to make him gasp. And he thought he heard Kayla do the same.
Yet, when he looked down at her, her smile was still plastered on her face. “You have meetings at ten and two, sir.”
“Thank you, Kayla. Anything on the Webber contract?” he asked, trying desperately to follow her lead.
Kayla shook her head. “Nothing yet, but I will let you know as soon as I hear anything.”
“Good. Thank you, Kayla,” he said, heading for his open office door. It was only when he reached the threshold that he paused and looked back over his shoulder. “I hope you had a pleasant evening last night, too.”
The words felt thick and stupid on his tongue. He should have said them sooner. But Kayla just smiled and thanked him before returning to her desk.
Maybe this was for the best? If they just played along awkwardly for a few days, they might finally fall back into their old ways. Maybe then he could forget about all that had happened.
He placed his stuff on his desk and dropped down into his chair. Absentmindedly, his gaze traveled to the open door, and just beyond it, Kayla.
Sitting with her back to him, she appeared utterly oblivious to his gaze. And he thought that a good thing, considering if she saw his face now, she would most certainly know what he was thinking about.
Every time he closed his eyes, he could still picture her in that little black dress and those hot red lace-up boots. It was a farless conservative outfit than the usual pencil skirts and blouses with three-inch heels that she usually wore for work.
In fact, now he thought about it, he was sure she had closed an extra button or two on her blouse this morning. Maybe he was just imagining it.
He most definitely was imagining the way her lips had felt against his, how her curves had felt beneath his hands, the warmth of her body pressed against his own. More than that, he felt the anger he had experienced when she told him about her past and the protectiveness he felt when he imagined anyone trying to harm her.
He was just beginning to see red when Lewis swept into the room with his usual arrogant smile.
“So?” his son demanded as he came to lean against Lance's desk.
“So what?” Lance said, flicking through the reports Kayla had handed him even though he could barely focus on the words in front of him. He suspected he already knew what his son was going to ask.
“Well, how did your date go last night?”
“Lewis, I am your father, not your friend,” Lance growled through gritted teeth, all too aware of how close Kayla was; with the door wide open he was almost certain she would hear them. “My private life is my own.”
Lewis scowled at him and rolled his eyes. “You're a werewolf. You live in a pack. Not to mention, this is Silverdale. I'm sure it'd only take me ten minutes of asking around to find out for myself.”
Lance gulped at that. Though he wanted to believe that nobody would have enough interest in him or Kayla for that, he knew Lewis was right. Silverdale was full of busybodies.
He had to force the thought away quickly. All anyone would have seen was him having a drink with a coworker. He didn't need to worry about what might get back to his daughter on the matter. Unless someone had been peeping through Kayla's windows last night, nobody would have seen anything.
“So, how did it go?” Lewis asked before Lance could respond. Gritting his teeth, Lance growled low in his throat.
“You won't give up until I answer, will you?” he asked, cocking his head. Lewis shook his own. “Fine, then, it turned out to be nothing.”
Out of the corner of his eye, he could have sworn he saw Kayla flinch. Guilt bit at Lance's insides. Who was he to say that their date had been nothing?
It felt wrong to say so, even to him, but what else could he tell his son when they were both determined to act as if nothing had happened?
“So, what happened?” Lewis asked. He perched on the edge of the desk looking all too interested, and Lance thought that for once his son must have had a quiet night. Usually by now, he was already raving about his latest conquest. “Did you get any?”
Lewis winked in a way that made Lance cringe. “
Don't be so vulgar!” Lance snarled at his son. If he had been closer, he might have smacked him.
Kayla was right outthere,and she could hear everything. Whether he had gotten any or not, he wouldn't ever have toldhis son the intimate details of their date, even if she hadn't been utterly forbidden.
“Oh, come on, you're forty-five, not 450. Don't be such a prude!” Lewis snapped back at him. He placed his hand on the desk and leaned over to whisper, “Was she good?”
