Until We Touch. Susan Mallery

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СКАЧАТЬ and small enough that everybody knew her name. Or at least enough people to make her feel as if she belonged. She had a great job, friends and she was a comfortable 425 miles from her family.

      Not that she didn’t love her parents, her stepparents, her sisters, their spouses and kids, but sometimes she felt a little overwhelmed by so much family. She hadn’t been sure about leaving Los Angeles, but now she knew it had been the right thing to do. Her mother’s two-day visit, while enjoyable, had been an intense campaign to get her to move back home.

      “Not happening,” Larissa told herself cheerfully.

      Ten minutes later she walked into the offices of Score, the PR firm where she worked. The foyer was huge, with high ceilings and plenty of life-size pictures on the wall. There was a photo of the four principles of the firm, but the rest of the wall space was devoted to all things Jack, Kenny and Sam.

      The three guys had been NFL stars. Sam had been a winning kicker, Kenny a record-breaking receiver and Jack was the brilliant and gifted quarterback.

      There were pictures of them in action on game day and others of them at various star-studded events. They were smart, successful, good-looking guys, who didn’t mind exploiting themselves for the betterment of their company. Taryn, their lone female partner, kept them in line—something of a challenge, considering the egos she was dealing with. Larissa was Jack’s personal assistant. She was also the guys’ private masseuse.

      She enjoyed both aspects of her job. Jack was easy to work for and not overly demanding. Best of all, he supported her causes and let her manage all his charitable giving. As for being the company masseuse—each of the men had played a rough sport professionally. They all had injuries and ongoing pain. She knew where they hurt and why and when she got it right, she made them feel better.

      Now she headed directly for her office. She had phone calls to return. There would be a Pro-am golf tournament in Fool’s Gold in a few weeks. She had to coordinate Jack’s schedule with the publicity folks from the tournament. Later she would go over requests from a charity that helped families with a member in need of an organ donation—the cause Jack supported the most. Sometimes he was asked to reach out to a family personally. Other times he provided direct funding for the family to stay near a child in the hospital. He’d done PSAs and been in several print and internet campaigns. Larissa was his point of contact. She could gauge how much he was willing to do at any given time and when it was better for him to simply write a check.

      Her other duties were of a more personal nature. He was between girlfriends, so there were no gifts to buy or flowers to send. Because, in that respect, Jack was a fairly typical guy. He liked women and they liked him back. Which meant there was a steady stream of them through his life. Lucky for him, his parents lived on the other side of the world. So he didn’t have a mother demanding that he settle down and produce grandchildren.

      She’d barely taken her seat when Jack walked into her office.

      “You’re late,” he told her, sitting across from her and stretching out his long legs. His words sounded more like a statement than a complaint.

      “I told you I would be. I had to see my mother off and then go pick up Dyna.”

      One dark eyebrow rose. “Dyna?”

      “My new cat.” She rested her elbows on her desk. “I told you about her, remember?”

      “No.”

      Which was so like Jack. “That’s because you weren’t listening.”

      “Very possibly.”

      “She’s a rescue.”

      “What else would she be?”

      She waited for him to say more or tell her why he was here. There was only silence. The kind of silence that she understood as clearly as words.

      She’d first been hired in 2010 when Jack had left the L.A. Stallions and joined Score. He’d been a silent partner since the firm’s inception and Larissa would love to know how Taryn had reacted to Jack changing from the guy who had fronted her the cash to an actual working member of the team. She would guess there had been fireworks. Or maybe not. Jack and Taryn had a past.

      Larissa had graduated from college with plans to work for a nonprofit. Paying jobs in her chosen field had been impossible to find and she’d quickly learned she couldn’t support herself on volunteer work. So she’d gone looking for another job.

      She wasn’t the type of person who enjoyed faceless corporations and had settled into waitressing while putting herself through massage school. Then a friend had told her about a job as a personal assistant at a PR firm. That had sounded like a better paying option than her shifts at the diner.

      Her interview had been with Taryn. It had lasted two hours and had ended with words that Larissa had never forgotten.

      “Jack is a good-looking guy with beautiful eyes and a great ass. But make no mistake. He’s not interested in more than a couple of nights with any given woman. If you fall for him, you’re an idiot. Still interested?”

      Larissa had been intrigued. Then she’d met Jack and she’d been forced to admit Taryn hadn’t been lying about Jack’s appeal. She’d taken one look at his studly manliness and had felt the shivers clear down to her toes. But instead of flirting with her, the former quarterback had rubbed his shoulder and sworn.

      She’d recognized the pain and reacted instinctively. She’d dug her fingers into the scarred and tense muscles, all the while explaining that she was only a few weeks away from graduating from massage school. She’d gotten a job offer thirty seconds later.

      In the past four years Larissa had become a part of the Score family. By the end of the second week, she’d ceased to see Jack as anything but her boss. Six months later, they were a good team and close friends. She regularly chided him about his choices in women, made sure he used ice and anti-inflammatories when his shoulder acted up and offered a daily massage to any of “the boys” and Taryn. She loved her job and she loved that they’d moved to Fool’s Gold. She had a new kitty waiting at home. Life was very, very good.

      She returned her attention to Jack and waited. Because that was the kind of silence in the room. The one that said he had something to tell her.

      “You seeing anyone?”

      The question surprised her. “You mean like a man?”

      He shrugged. “You never said you dated women, but sure. Either sex will do.”

      “I’m not dating right now. I haven’t met anyone in town and besides, I’m too busy.”

      “But it would be a guy?”

      Amusement danced in his dark eyes.

      Jack was one of those men blessed by the gods. Tall, handsome, athletic, charming. He pretty much had it all. What very few people knew was that there were demons he carried around with him. He blamed himself for something that wasn’t his fault. A trait Larissa could relate to, because she did it to herself all the time.

      “Yes, it would be a guy.”

      “Good to know.” He continued to study her. “Your mother is worried about you.”

      Larissa slumped back in СКАЧАТЬ