I picked up my coffee. “I’ll find another place to sit. You can go back to studying.”
Her hand shot out, grabbing my arm. I looked down at her fingers against the navy fabric of my suit—pale, small, and frail.
“No, please, I was teasing. I do that when I’m nervous—make jokes and say things without thinking. I’m sorry.”
I huffed and sat back down, unsure why I did so. She grimaced anxiously and plucked at the sleeve of her sweater.
“I have a condition,” she announced.
“I’m sorry?”
“I get cold easily. I have really poor circulation. So, when you’re hot, I’m comfortable. When you’re cold, I’m freezing. That’s why I wear a sweater in the summer, and it’s why I’m sitting at this table. It’s sort of tucked away and the air conditioning doesn’t work well back here, so it’s not as popular.” She grinned, and a deep dimple appeared on her left cheek. “In the winter, it’s reversed, and it’s so hot here no one wants this table, but it’s perfect for me.”
I realized she was trying to make up for her teasing by sharing something personal, and my annoyance lessened. “Is it serious?” I asked, somehow curious. “Your condition.”
“No, it’s something I’ve dealt with since I was a child. It’s like a temperature malfunction; more annoying than anything.” She shrugged. “People think I’m overdramatic, but it’s a simple fact of life for me.” She went back to her work.
I sipped my coffee and finished my scone. It truly was delicious.
I studied my table companion again while she had her attention on her laptop screen. She was frowning, tapping her chewed pen on her chin, mouthing the words she read. Her brow furrowed and she pulled her sweater tighter. I wondered if there was a way to make her more comfortable. Startled, I shook my head at the strange thoughts. She looked my way, and our gazes locked. The sunlight streaming through the window caught her eyes. The light was bright enough I could see small flecks of gold around her pupils, like bursts of sunshine. Her expression was no longer challenging, but gentle. The need to share something with her filled my thoughts, and I leaned closer.
“My father was Winston Bentley Ridge the second. I’m the third. I hate the name Winston, so I use Bentley. I know it’s pretentious”—I shrugged—“but I’m told often enough I am as well, so it fits.”
She smiled at me. A huge smile that showed off her straight, white teeth.
“So, a pretentious ass then?”
I gave up trying not to laugh. She was honest to a fault. “You got me.”
“Rich too, I suppose.”
“Rolling in it.”
“Yep, I figured. All rich, pretentious assholes come to Al’s Coffee Shop for the scones.”
“Of course. They’re amazing. I heard it at the club.”
I found it odd I was sitting there, joking with a random girl about my life—and, enjoying it. Possibly, it was because she didn’t believe a word I said, even though some of it was true.
“Where’s your bodyguard?” She lifted her eyebrows dramatically. “Is he waiting for your signal to pounce? Take me out for my insolent behavior?”
“No, you’re safe. He’s having breakfast down the street. He’ll be along shortly. If I change my mind, though, you’d best run.”
“Are you serious?” Her mouth was agape.
“About having a bodyguard? Yes.”
“Wow. I’ve never met anyone with a bodyguard before today.”
“It’s not a big deal.”
She snorted. “Yeah, we all have one. Mine must be having his nails done right now. He likes them short, so they look good when he holds his gun.”
Once again, I chuckled.
She glanced at her watch. “Oh shit. I’m late!”
I watched, amused, as she slammed her laptop shut, gathered up her papers, and shoved it all into the larger rucksack haphazardly, yanking on the zipper to get it closed. It took everything in me not to tell her if she organized things better, her possessions would last longer and be in better shape. The rucksack was falling apart—both of them were. I wondered why she carried so many items that she needed two rucksacks. I reminded myself it was none of my business. Seeing my car pull up outside, I stood.
“I’ll see you out.”
She waved her hand in front of her face. “Oh Lord, such manners.”
Smirking, I indicated she should go ahead of me. At the door, I reached around her, letting her out first.
Outside, Aiden stood by the car, his arms folded over his mammoth chest.
“Whoa. Is that him?”
“It is.”
“Well, you’re safe, I believe.”
“I think I’m good.”
She turned, and her hair lifted in the breeze, the color vivid in the sun, a mixture of blonde and brown that swirled around her face. I had the strangest urge to lift my hand and tuck the loose strands behind her ear. Instead, I cleared my throat and stepped back.
“Thank you for allowing me to share your table, Emmy. Have a good day.”
A look of disappointment crossed her face, then she nodded.
“You too, Rigid. I am sorry about tripping you. Try to use your smile a little more, okay?”
“Ridge. It’s Bentley Ridge.”
She ignored me. “Can I tell you something, Rigid? My name isn’t Emmy.”
“It’s not?”
She leaned up on tiptoes, close to my ear, her small hand resting on my forearm. “No. It’s Winifred.”
“Winifred?”
“Yep. Winifred Windfall. That means, really, I’m Freddy Money. So, Bentley Ridge isn’t that bad.”
I could feel the amusement growing in my chest once more. I felt the brush of her lips against my cheek.
“Have a good day.”
She spun on her heel and walked away, peeking over her shoulder with a wave.
I watched her until she disappeared around the corner, my grin fading as she did.
Bentley“Who was that?”I glanced over at Aiden with a shrug. “Some girl I spoke with in the coffee shop.”“You spoke with some girl?”“We had a conversation, yes.”“She’s hot. You get her number?”I rolled my eyes. “She’s a university student. I highly doubt she’s interested in spending time with a thirty-two-year-old man.”He looked concerned. “She looked older than the normal student. What’s her name?”“Emmy . . . I think.”“You think?”I waved my hand. “Inside joke.”He narrowed his eyes. “Did you approach her or did she approach you?”“For fuck sake, Aiden, don’t start. She isn’t someone out to get me. I was looking for a place to sit, and there was an empty chair at her table. I sat there. We chatted. No big deal.”I turned, checked for traffic, and hurried across the street, hoping Greg had finally made it into his office. Aiden was right beside me, mumbling.“It’s not like you to chat with someone, that’s all. Or say, ‘inside joke.’ Never mind the fact I saw her kiss your chee
I waved my hand. “It’s not the first time. It’s a couple of anonymous, vague notes.”“And pictures of you that mysteriously appear.”I had to admit those were troublesome, but I shrugged. “They want me to back off. They see what I do—the huge potential in a once overlooked area of the city. If I step back, they’ll move in and do exactly what I am going to do, making themselves a fortune.”“There are other projects. Other ways to make money.”“I’m not letting some coward hide behind miles of paperwork and numbered companies, and scare me off. No one is going to kill me over a land deal.”“Stranger things have been known to happen,” Aiden interjected. “You’re not taking this seriously enough.”“And you’re taking it way too seriously. We’ve dealt with this in the past.”“I don’t like it. This situation feels different.”Greg reclined in his chair, contemplative. “I agree with Aiden, it does.”I looked between them. “Well, I never thought I would see the day the two of you agreed on somet
“Mr. Callaghan?”“He won’t be joining us.”His lips thinned, but he didn’t say anything. The drive was silent, as I read my paper undisturbed. When we arrived, I stepped out. “I’ll call you when I’m ready. It will be about an hour.”He drove off, and I crossed the street. I tugged down my shirtsleeves, feeling edgy. I didn’t know if she’d be there. Perhaps she wouldn’t want to speak with me again. I had been rather short with her. I thought how much I liked the soft press of her lips on my cheek, and the way her voice sounded in my ear. I straightened my shoulders. I was being ridiculous. Chances were, I would get a coffee and a scone, and head to Greg’s office.But if I was being truthful, I hoped she would be at her table.I pulled open the door and joined the line. It was as busy as yesterday. This time, I got a larger coffee, and was pleased to see a pile of scones. Cinnamon raisin today. After adding one to my order and paying, I went directly to the back, making sure there was n
He shoved it into his pocket and nodded. “For now.” “What did you give him?”“My name, address, and date of birth. He can work for the rest.”“You didn’t have to do that, Emmy,” I assured her, pushing aside the memories of his remarks yesterday about vetting her.“It’s fine. He takes his job seriously.”I cleared my throat. “Sorry about that.”“He cares about you.”“Yeah, he is a good friend, and I’d be lost without him.”“Yet, you came here alone?”“I wanted to see you, and I thought he might make you uncomfortable.”I wasn’t sure how to tell her the actual truth. I wanted to spend a little time with her, alone, as me. Bentley, the man. Not the person who needed protection. Just me.“It’s fine, Rigid. I’m good with it.”I met her gaze, her eyes bright in the light. They were warm, intelligent, gentle, and so dark they looked like the richest espresso you would sip in the early morning hours; the kind that brought you to life.Strangely, that was how I felt when I sat across from her
BentleyAiden didn’t say a word as we crossed the street. I knew he was behind me, but I didn’t acknowledge him. He was silent in the elevator, and aside from a nod to Greg, remained that way as I went through the documents, making sure the wording was what I wanted. I signed and handed them back to Greg.“I want to meet next week about my bid.”“I assumed as much. Wednesday?”I glanced through my schedule, and before I replied, added Emmy to Friday. Simply seeing the words on my phone made me happy.“Something funny?”I glanced up. “No. I needed to add something before I forget.” As if I could possibly forget. “Wednesday is good.”He tapped away at his computer. “Okay. See you next week. I’ll come to the office?”“No, I’ll come here.”He regarded me curiously. “That’s twice you’ve come to me. What’s going on with you? We usually meet in your office.”I shrugged. “Trying to be accommodating.”He threw back his head, laughing loud. “Good one. Now, really. What’s going on?”Ignoring him
I cleared my throat. He turned, arms crossed, and not a glimmer of his usual humor in his eyes. He was seriously pissed.I started to speak, and he held up his hand, stopping me.“Why did you hire me?”I sat down at my desk with a sigh. “Because you’re my best friend, and I trust you.”“You trust me?”“Totally. There’s no question about it. You and Maddox are family to me.”“You let Maddox handle all your finances. Millions of dollars. You listen to what he says. No questions asked.”“Of course I do. He knows what he’s talking about.”He stormed toward me, stopping in front of my desk. He leaned on the thick wood, hands balled into fists. “And I fucking don’t?”“I never said that.”He tossed a white envelope on my desk.“What’s that?”“My resignation.”I was horrified, and I pushed the envelope back his way. “I’m not accepting it. Aiden, all I did was go for coffee.”“You deliberately didn’t tell me where you were going this morning. You didn’t trust me with that information. I’m supp
Her eyes narrowed back on the tie, then to the screen. “Are you wearing his tie?”I chuckled because of course she would notice a detail like that. She always did.“I couldn’t find my tie this morning.”“Laundry day?”“Yes.” I laughed because that was exactly what he had guessed, too. “Bentley, well, he put this on me as we were saying goodbye.” I looked down, stroking the silk. “It was the sweetest thing ever.”“Do you have any idea how much a tie like that costs?”I shook my head. “No.”“More than your rent.”“Shit,” I swore under my breath. “I need to give it back.”“I don’t think he cares if he gave it to you. You might insult him.”“I can’t keep something so expensive!”“If he gave it to you, yes you can.”I mulled over her words. She was probably right, but I was still giving back the tie.“He has a bodyguard.”“Really? How exciting!”“He’s massive. His arms are like tree trunks.”“Is he coming with you on Friday?”“Probably. Bentley showed up this morning without him, and he ar
Maybe he needed to laugh. Maybe what he needed wasn’t glitz and glamour, but someone to make him happy.I was surprised how much I wanted to be that person for him. Usually, I was one not to trust people very fast, but I found myself trusting him. I wanted to know more about Bentley. Not the businessman I saw in those photos, but the man who slipped his tie over my head and looked almost shy when he stepped back, pleased with his handiwork. I remembered his mischievous grin when he told me he had ditched his bodyguard to come and see me.I glanced at my phone, picked it up, and tapped out a text.I hoped you survived today. Was Tree Trunk very mad?He answered immediately.We worked it out. How was your day?Good. I finished my project. Picked an outfit for Friday. You promised casual, right?My heart warmed at his retort.Casual, yes. You’ll be beautiful. Why are you worried?I sucked in a deep breath and decided to be truthful.I might have checked the internet. You go out with a lo