HE HAS A LEGACY TO SAVE…
Michael Hale's company is in jeopardy. In the wake of his father's death and transitioning to CEO, projects are circling the drain and that may cost him everything. Come to find out, the consultant hired to fix things is the "one who got away" many years ago. This time he's playing for keeps, and he intends to win.
SHE SHOULD NEVER SAY NEVER…
Elise Jackson swore she wouldn't come near Michael Hale again. He sucker punched her professionally, and he broke her heart. Still, a job’s a job, and they can both be adults. But high emotion and late nights working lead to passion neither of them can deny.
They have one week. Can the two of them pull Michael's company out of the fire and heal their old wounds?
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Elise’s phone rang on the way out of the parking garage while she was juggling a purse, a laptop, and two steamy cups. Michael calling. She managed to dig her phone out on the last ring. “Good morning.”
“I’ll get back to you about the ‘good’ part once I’ve had some fresh-roasted happy juice,” he said. “Which is why I called. I’m at the deli by the building right now, thought I’d see if you wanted anything.”
“Oh. Actually, I stopped at Starbucks already.” She leaned down so the security badge she’d clipped to her coat could be read by the sensor, and then shoved the door with her hip. “I, uh, got you a peppermint mocha.”
“Hell, that’s way better than plain old dark roast. I don’t suppose you got an extra shot of peppermint?”
Elise smiled to herself as she headed through the silent lobby to get on the elevator. Still dark outside, most of the employees wouldn’t be in for at least a couple of hours. “I may have gotten an extra shot of peppermint.”
You like it that way. I remembered.
Michael chuckled through the phone. “Well I suppose it’s only fair.”
“I may have gotten you a chocolate chip muffin.”
The mere mention made her stomach grumble. “Oh. Well. I don’t like chocolate chip muffins.”
“No. I love them.” Elise had set down her belongings while waiting for the elevator. She paused mid-breath when she realized she’d wrapped one long strand of hair around and around her index finger. The sound of the lobby door had her yanking her hand behind her back.
Her gaze darted around the seemingly cavernous space that stood between Elise’s position at the elevators and the building’s front door. The Christmas trees, unlit now, glared back with dark, silent judgment. He hurt you. Professionally, not just personally. Remember?
The trees had a point. After their close encounter the evening before she’d resolved to be professional, and damned if she wasn’t standing here in the lobby twirling her hair like some kind of teenager.
“Well if it’s love then I guess it’s a good thing I got a four-pack,” Michael said as he swung open the giant entryway doors. His footsteps echoed solidly in the otherwise-empty lobby.
Wrapping both hands around her mocha, she chugged fast, ignoring the burn and hoping the caffeine would help zap the stupid out of her brain. At the very least, the inside of her mouth would be too scorched to do any damage. “That’s… thank you.”
Dammit, his smile still seemed a little lazy and sleepy, his hair ruffled from the chilly breeze outside. Tough to feel all bitchy and righteous when he stood in front of her holding out a bag of muffins with that tired half-grin. Tough not to think about the fact that he’d only recently woken up. In fact….
“Your shirt isn’t buttoned quite right.” She pointed to his chest.
He shook his head and hooked the bag with the muffins over his wrist while he undid his shirt halfway to fix the misalignment, exposing a toned, olive chest. “Didn’t get a lot of sleep last night,” he mumbled as he re-fastened his shirt.
“I hear you.” Coffee. I need so much more coffee.
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