The Boss, the Baby and Me. Raye Morgan

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СКАЧАТЬ you.” His white teeth flashed in an impudent grin, and his gaze ran up and down the length of her, making her wish she hadn’t worn the snug, blue sweater and tight, denim skirt that showed off her figure with maybe just a bit too much flare. Then he challenged her teasingly. “So what are you good for?”

      She wanted to turn and flounce off, but that was impossible under the circumstances. A flounce like that would land her smack up against the opposite wall. So she settled for trying to look bored with it all.

      “Nothing, I guess,” she said, letting a tiny hint of sarcasm curdle her tone.

      When he leaned his long, muscular body against the wall, her gaze was magnetically drawn to the sleek slacks molded tightly across his thighs.

      “Come on, Jodie,” he said. “Don’t sell yourself short. The way I see it, you’re certainly good for a laugh.”

      That startled her, and she looked at him quickly, ready to resent whatever he had to say. “What are you talking about?”

      He shrugged. “Your stock in trade, of course. The McLaughlin-Allman feud. You carry it around on your shoulders as though it were still 1904, and I just stole your father’s favorite broodmare.”

      She drew herself up. Now he was really treading on her territory. “It’s the Allman-McLaughlin feud,” she said, correcting him icily. “And I have no idea why you think it’s a factor in my life.”

      “Oh, yes, you do.” His gaze hardened and he moved restlessly. “You’re one of the few, you know. Most around here have given up on it.”

      “That’s what you think.” She wished she could recall the words the moment they left her lips. Because the trouble was, she was afraid what he’d said might be true. She did seem to be one of the few who remembered the feud. What had happened to it, anyway? When she’d lived here growing up, it pervaded life in this town like nothing else had.

      “So that’s it, isn’t it?” he said. “That’s what’s had you treating me like someone you need to watch around the silverware. You just can’t get past the whole feud.”

      She gave up all pretense. “Neither can any of us,” she said stoutly.

      “That’s not true. Look at me.”

      She didn’t want to look at him. Looking at him was likely to get her into a lot of trouble. But she did it anyway.

      And for the first time, she really saw him as the others did—not as an underhanded opponent in a quarrel that had its roots in her ancestral background, but as a man who had a really engaging grin and a dynamic presence crackling with potent masculinity. And her body reacted so intensely that her heart started to race and a quiver snaked its way down her spine. When their eyes met for a beat too long, she had the unsettling feeling he really could see inside her heart and soul.

      “So you think you’ve changed everything?” she said, hoping he didn’t notice the breathlessness in her voice.

      “No.” He shook his head. “No, I didn’t change everything. When you come right down to it, your father was the one who changed everything.”

      “By hiring you, you mean?”

      “Sure. I guess you know they weren’t exactly cheering him in the street at the time.”

      He said it as though he admired Jesse Allman for crossing the line. Jodie looked up at him in consternation. Did he really think her father had done that out of the goodness of his crusty ole heart? Was he really that clueless?

      No, that wasn’t it; he wasn’t stupid. But neither was she. She’d known from the first that Kurt had an agenda of his own. Why else would he be here, working at Allman Industries, charming the heck out of everyone in sight? He could pretend all he wanted that the past was the furthest thing from his mind. She knew better. She knew McLaughlins. It had been a McLaughlin who had almost ruined her life. But that was another story.

      Still, knowing what McLaughlin men were like meant she knew she had to get away from Kurt’s influence. Taking a step into the center of the elevator, she put her hands on her hips and looked around her.

      “Enough of this. I think we ought to concentrate on how we’re going to get the heck out of here.”

      He watched her lazily. “Get out of here, eh? Great idea. What exactly do you suggest?”

      “Well…” She scanned the walls and the ceiling, then saw something interesting. “Look up there. Isn’t that a trapdoor to the top of the elevator unit? Maybe we could open it. Shouldn’t you climb up there and see?”

      She looked at him expectantly. He gave her a quizzical look, still lounging against the wall, giving every indication of being perfectly content to stay right where he was. “Me?”

      “Why not you?” she asked a bit impatiently. “Don’t men always do that in movies?”

      He looked up at the supposed opening, which was more than two feet over his head, and nodded. “Sure. In movies.” Looking back down, he favored her with a caustic look. “Just exactly how do you picture me getting up there? Am I supposed to sprout wings, or pull out my suction shoes for wall-walking?” He cocked an eyebrow when she didn’t answer. “Pole-vault, maybe?”

      She licked her lips and frowned. “I don’t know. How do those men in the movies usually do it?”

      He shrugged. “I could try climbing on your shoulders,” he suggested mildly. “Other than that, I don’t see a way up.”

      She didn’t bother to roll her eyes, though she certainly felt like doing so. “There must be some way,” she muttered, frowning as she gazed about for inspiration.

      He went back to looking at the small trapdoor. “And once I got up there,” he mused, “who knows what sort of electrical wiring is lurking on the other side of the door, just waiting to fry the unsuspecting adventurer.” He turned to look at her with amusement. “Tell you what. I could probably lift you up to the opening. How about you climbing up there and seeing what can be done?”

      “Are you crazy?”

      He shrugged as though he were disappointed in her response. “Give the woman a chance to be a hero, and what does she do?” he murmured.

      “We don’t need a hero,” she retorted. “What we need is some competence.”

      “Ouch. I suppose you consider that a direct hit.”

      “No. A glancing blow, maybe.” She sighed, shoulders sagging. Verbal jousting with the man was all very well, but it wasn’t going to get her out of the situation. “Look, I know climbing up out of this thing is probably not doable. But it’s just so frustrating being stuck here. Can’t you think of anything?”

      His green eyes flickered with something she couldn’t quite identify, but he spoke calmly. “I believe in trying to make the best of any given predicament,” he said. “So I look at this as worthwhile. It’s a good opportunity for us to get better acquainted.”

      “Better acquainted!” She gaped at him. “I don’t need to be better acquainted with you. I’ve known you all my life.”

      He shook his СКАЧАТЬ