Santa Brought A Son. Melissa Mcclone

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СКАЧАТЬ all this?” He motioned to his office full of artwork from the countries he’d traveled to with his job—a job he loved more than anything. Ensuring Wintersoft’s product names and marketing strategies were meaningful and translatable into all markets and cultures was challenging. Dealing with all the planning surrounding a new product’s introduction when he could never count on the delivery date could be a huge headache and stress, but he wouldn’t change a thing. At twenty-eight, he was the youngest V.P. at the company and he wasn’t about to stop there.

      She pointed to the top of Reed’s cluttered desk. “Is that a wedding invitation?”

      He nodded. Carmella stuck her nose into everyone’s business, but he didn’t mind. She truly cared about her coworkers and dispensed advice with motherly warmth.

      “Is another V.P. getting married?”

      “Not that I know of.” In the past three months, three of Wintersoft’s male executives had gotten married or engaged. First Matt Burke, then Grant Lawson and the latest, Brett Hamilton. The whole thing made Reed wary. Marriage was the last thing on his mind. Work left little time for casual dating, let alone anything more serious. “Brett had better be the last one or I’m going to stop drinking the water around here.”

      “Now that Arianna has had her twins, we’ll have to see if that’s in the water, too.”

      “Not funny.” A girlfriend was a time drain, but children? Forget it. His job left no room for a family. He had the perfect life. Why spoil a good thing?

      “So who’s getting married?” Carmella asked.

      “My best friend from high school.”

      “Sounds like fun.”

      About as much fun as a four-day marketing blitz through ten European countries with your boss at your side. “I’m not going.”

      Carmella sat in the chair opposite his desk. “Why not?”

      “Too busy.” Work was the way to achieve all he wanted. Reed had tasted success and wanted more. That took a sacrifice—his personal life—but it was worth it. “I’ll send a nice gift.”

      “But if he was your best friend…”

      Reed shrugged, though blowing off Mark’s wedding might be a bigger deal than Reed was making it. “I was close to Mark and the few others we hung out with, but we all drifted apart after high school.”

      “He still invited you,” Carmella said. “That has to count for something.”

      “I get invited to a lot of weddings.” Reed stared at the invitation. “Co-workers, work-related acquaintances who just want something from me.”

      “Your friend only wants a day. That isn’t a lot to ask of a best friend.”

      “If I didn’t have so much work—”

      She tsked. “Work is an excuse.”

      Reed didn’t—couldn’t—answer. Carmella had a way of seeing through a person. She considered it a gift, but on more than one occasion, like now, he wished she’d returned it and exchanged it for another.

      “It’s the same one you used when I asked why you haven’t been in a serious relationship since you started at Wintersoft.”

      “I date,” he said finally.

      “But never the same woman.”

      “Nothing wrong with that.”

      “There is if you don’t want to spend the rest of your life alone.” She stared at him with an observant gleam in her eyes. “I’m wondering if there isn’t another reason. The only woman you’ve mentioned by name is Samantha, your high school sweetheart. I know that was years ago, but are you sure you got over her?”

      “Yes.”

      Carmella didn’t look convinced.

      “Samantha wasn’t my sweetheart,” Reed admitted. Only in his dreams had she been his. Except for six wonderful days. “We were only together a short time when I was in college. I was too much of a geek to have a girlfriend in high school. Brainy not brawny.”

      “You must have been a late bloomer because you have both now.”

      “Thanks.” Reed had struggled and worked hard to become the man he was today.

      “So…will she be at the wedding?”

      “Yes.” He thought about Samantha. Her long, silky blond hair. Her sparkling blue eyes. Her warm, seductive laughter. Reed’s collar felt a little tight. He loosened his tie. “And so will her husband,” he added more for his benefit than Carmella’s.

      Her eyes widened. “Samantha got married? When?”

      “I’m not sure. She was two years younger than me.” But Reed knew who she’d married—Art Wilson, the one she’d chosen over him. In a way, Reed owed Samantha. If she had chosen him instead, he doubted he would have been so focused in college and in making his dreams a reality.

      “When was the last time you saw her?”

      “Spring break of my sophomore year of college,” he answered. “That’s the last time I was in Fernville. Once my parents moved here to Boston and my friends went away to college, there was no reason to go back.”

      “Your friend’s wedding sounds like a very good reason.”

      Patrick, Wes and Dan would probably attend, too. Reed hadn’t seen them in years. Or Mark for that matter. The wedding would be a lot of fun. Reed stared at his schedule. There had to be a way….

      Carmella picked up the response card. “You’ve missed the deadline, but don’t let that stop you.”

      If Reed sent someone else to the conference in San Jose, he would free up enough time to go to the wedding. “I won’t.”

      As she handed him the response card, her brow wrinkled. “So you’re going to the wedding?”

      Reed smiled. “I’m going.”

      “He’s going,” Carmella whispered to Emily Winters when she stepped into the crowded elevator about to descend from the fiftieth floor.

      Emily knew the “he” in question was Reed Connors. Handsome, ambitious and a few years younger than her—Reed was not only a co-worker, but also one of the potential husband candidates her father most likely had in mind. No way did she want her father telling any of her fellow co-workers they should take an interest in her. Talk about embarrassing. Not to mention the fact she wasn’t interested in getting married, period.

      The other passengers exited on the forty-ninth floor. The doors closed. Emily hit the stop button. No one could eavesdrop on them here. “What about the girl from Reed’s hometown?”

      “She’s going, too,” Carmella admitted. “But she got married.”

      So much for that plan. Emily massaged her temples.

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