I Can Make You Love Me. Karen White-Owens

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      He stood and picked up his briefcase, smiling down at the woman. “Wynn, it was great to see you. Don’t be a stranger.” He tapped her purse. “Call me.”

      “I will,” she promised softly.

      Adam grabbed her hand and squeezed it reassuringly, promising, “I’ll talk to you soon.”

      Wynn took a step away and Adam released her hand. She headed for the West Grand Boulevard exit. For the second time that day, he enjoyed watching the seductive sway of her hips as she made her way to the exit. At the door, Wynn turned and waved before leaving the building through the exit.

      He reached for his briefcase and strolled across the lobby in the opposite direction. Thoughts of Wynn Evans filled his head as he stepped onto West Grand Boulevard and made his way across the street to the parking lot.

      Wynn looked beautiful. Everything Adam would have expected and more. He pulled the card from his pocket and glanced at it, taking a look at her business address and telephone number. You’ll be hearing from me, he promised silently, sliding the card back into his pocket.

      Chapter 2

      Wynn and her assistant, Helen Jenkins, worked steadily throughout the afternoon. Between interviewing potential employees and matching several customers with clients, Nursing Solutions had a very productive and financially successful day.

      Around five-thirty Wynn stuck her head out of her office and looked around the empty office lobby. Mozart’s Piano Sonata in C Major swirled around the outer office. “Is it safe to come out?”

      Laughing, Helen ran her hands over her silver, shoulder-length braids, allowing them to slip through her fingers and feather around her shoulders. “Yes, finally.”

      Tired from their busy schedule and happy to see the end of the workday, Wynn sauntered across the room with a bottle of Evian water. She opted to sit on the beige-and-rose-striped chair next to Helen’s cherrywood desk instead of the rose three-cushion sofa against the opposite wall. Wynn massaged the tight muscles at the back of her neck, kicked off her shoes, and dug her nylon-covered toes into the plush beige carpeting. “This has been one busy afternoon.”

      “Yes, it has. Good for business though.”

      “True.” Wynn reached for the applications on Helen’s desk and quickly sifted through them. “Do me a favor.”

      “Sure.” Helen reached for a scratch pad and pencil.

      “When you get in tomorrow, call Harper University Hospital and talk with Purchasing. I had a call from Linda while I was at lunch.” She returned the files to Helen’s in-box, twisted the cap off her water, and took a long swig. “The Nursing Office is scheduling for the weekend and wants to know who we have available to work twelve hours in CCU.”

      “Will do.” Helen scribbled down Wynn’s instructions. “Anyone in particular you want to send?”

      “Don’t send any newbies. We don’t know enough about them. Send our old faithfuls.”

      “Got you.” Yawning, Helen rose from the desk and made a beeline for the coffee machine. “I need one final dose of caffeine before I make the trip home.” She filled her mug with the last ounces from the pot, hit the Off button, and reached for the cream and sugar.

      “I know how you feel. I’m whipped. But the day has been good. Business has really picked up.”

      “You’re right about that. Let me get back to something you said earlier. Tell me about your lunch date.”

      Wynn’s heart lurched in her chest. Adam was still forbidden territory. She felt conflicted over the boy she remembered and the man she met today.

      A mental image of Adam materialized. As if he were standing in front of her, she felt his intense gaze warming her insides and causing all manner of havoc within her.

      This particular question didn’t surprise her coming from Helen. In some ways, Helen and Wynn were closer then Wynn and her mother.

      “It wasn’t a lunch date, per se. More like a casual encounter that included lunch. After my meeting with Ford Hospital, I stopped at the New Center One building for a sandwich. While I was standing in line, I felt this tap on my shoulder and this guy asked if I was Wynn Evans who grew up in the Rosedale Park area.”

      Helen leaned back in her chair with her coffee, softly blowing on the streaming brew between sips. “Interesting. You’re getting picked up in sandwich shops. Tell me more.”

      Laughing, Wynn picked up a red file folder and lightly slapped Helen on the wrist. “Cute.”

      Grinning, Helen shrugged. “It’s just an observation. Seriously, who is he?”

      “A kid I use to baby-sit while I was in high school.”

      Gasping, Helen lowered her mug. “You’re kidding.”

      “Nope.”

      “You haven’t been a teenager for a long time.”

      Wynn moaned. “Tell me about it. Twenty-five years to be exact.”

      “What’s this guy doing now?”

      Wynn found it impossible to keep the dreamy expression off her face. “He works for the auto companies.”

      “Doing what?”

      “Adam’s an attorney.”

      “Wow! That must be something. Is he married? Does he have kids? A live-in girlfriend that we should kill off?” Helen asked.

      “No. No. And why would I want to kill his girlfriend?”

      “So that you can take her place, silly,” Helen answered as if it were the most logical thing in the world.

      “You are too silly.”

      “Oh, come on. Single with a great career. Sounds like love to me.”

      Wynn made a buzzer sound. “Wrong answer. I’m not looking for love in the right or wrong places.”

      “What about sex with a cute, fun guy?”

      “No, thank you.”

      “Wynn, we’ve had this conversation before. I know Jim treated you like crap. But you can’t judge all men by his standard.” Helen sneered. “Actually, Jim didn’t have any standards. Which is why you’re not with him today. I’d say that’s a good thing.”

      “Helen!”

      “Okay. Okay. I’ll leave Jim alone. But seriously, this Adam sounds nice, interesting. Hell, at least he bought you a meal.”

      “And he’s almost fifteen years younger than me. I’m way too old for this very cute baby.”

      “Don’t think that way,” Helen said, and then swallowed the last of her coffee. “You know what they say. Raise them the way you want them.”

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