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“We’re fond of you, Sonya, so I’m going to tell you, take the shot only if you’re sure you can hit the target.”
“That’s damn good advice, and I’m going to take it.”
When she hung up, she drank some Coke and tried to think. She got up and paced, and tried to think as Yoda took that to mean time for a walk outside.
She took him out, let him do what he had to do, let him romp through the snow. And thought.
She could hit the target if she got the shot. Yes, she’d had a team working on the designs—the signs, the ads, the beefed-up web page, on all of it. But she’d headed that team.
And an update, a refresh wasn’t an overhaul like Burt and Ryder’s had wanted four—no, five, five years ago. Nearly six, she remembered. The first time she’d headed a team on a major project.
She was better now, she told herself.
Yeah, damn right. If she got the opportunity, she’d take the shot.
She started to call the dog, then heard someone coming up the road. And recognized Trey’s truck when he rounded the last turn.
Surprise.
Of course she wasn’t wearing makeup. When would she learn? And had tossed an old jacket over older sweats.
He looked so damn perfect when he pulled up, got out. Leather jacket instead of a parka, as the temperature had inched up a bit. Jeans, boots, sweater. His hair just the right amount of windblown.
He’d smell good, too, she thought. He always did. Like… easygoing man. Nothing specific, nothing overt, just, well, mmm.
“Looks like I didn’t interrupt after all.”
“No. We’re just on our afternoon walk. No Mookie?”
“He’s with Owen and Jones. I had to go by there—business—andhe ditched me.” He bent down to rub Yoda into delirium. “Next time. I’m on my way to meet another client, had a couple minutes.”
“Come on in.”
“No, really, a couple minutes.” As he rubbed the dog, he frowned up at her. “Is everything okay? Did something happen? You look a little stressed.”
No makeup, old sweats, gorgeous guy she’d really like to sink her teeth into, potential big, big job.
“No—well, a work thing—possible work thing. Oh yeah, I did meet Astrid the other night.”
“Met? Astrid? The Astrid from the portrait?”
“I really think so, yes.”
“I want to hear about that, and have to figure it’ll take more than the two minutes I’ve got right now. If you don’t have plans later, why don’t I come back? I can pick up a pizza.”
“I—sure.” Why did he have those eyes? she wondered. Those glorious blue eyes. “If you don’t have any plans.”
“Now I do.” He straightened. “Give me your toppings.”
“Dealer’s choice, except for anchovies. That’s a firm no. Mushrooms are okay if you must.”
“Got it. And I’ve about eaten up my two minutes. I wanted to come by in person to tell you, you’re hired.”
“Yes!” In triumph, she gave his chest a light tap with her fist. “You’re not making a mistake.”
“That’s unanimous. You even got the nod from Sadie, and she’s tough. I’ve got to go. I should be able to get back, with the dog, by six, six-thirty if that’s not too early.”
“You’re bringing pizza. There’s no too early or too late. If you have another half a minute, can I ask if you think Bree would give me a recipe for something nice but easy?”
