New Year's Resolution: Romance!: Say Yes / No More Bad Girls / Just a Fling. Leslie Kelly

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СКАЧАТЬ her now-worried expression, Chase could tell she didn’t want to elaborate on the “tough times.” So he found her hand and pulled her toward the music. “Dance with me.”

      She made some sounds of protest, but he ignored them. The pianist had segued into “You’ll Never Walk Alone” and when he drew her against him to lightly sway to the music, her body was stiff in his arms. “I wanted to talk to you about the coming week. Your duties,” he lied.

      “Oh.” Ashley relaxed a fraction.

      Chase wished she’d look at him like a man, not an employer, but clearly that wasn’t to be just yet. “So far, you’ve done a great job.”

      “Thank you.”

      “If you’d continue in this same vein for the rest of the week I’ll give you a bonus.”

      “Chase...”

      Now it was his turn to ignore her. “Just continue being yourself and seeing to the comfort of the guests.”

      “I can do that.”

      “Each day has a theme that my mother settled upon and an activity or two to support that theme.”

      The corners of Ashley’s lips quirked upward. “Your mom.”

      “Yeah.” He smiled back, moving his feet so it was more like dancing and not just shifting. “Her imagination is a little offbeat, but everyone ends up enjoying her ideas.”

      Ashley was following along, letting him lead. “So what do I need to do?”

      “Like I said. Be yourself. Be relaxed.” With his palm at the small of her back, he nudged her closer to him. Once he’d been at a wedding where the guests were given fresh rose petals to throw at the bride and groom. His handful had been slightly bruised, and that was what she smelled of—crushed, clean sweetness.

      “I can do that.” But wariness had overtaken her expression again, and she pulled back to put more room between their bodies.

      So, not ready for a kiss, Chase thought, and decided to change tactics. “Hey, I want you to meet a couple of people. They slipped in during the second course, and I don’t think you’ve had the opportunity to speak with them.”

      Stepping away from the other dancers, he took her hand and tucked it into the crook of his elbow. He scanned the room and found the Sargeants just turning from the bar, each of them with a glass of ruby wine. With a smile, he drew her in their direction.

      “Arch.” He moved from Ashley to give his old friend a back-thumping half hug. “June, beautiful as ever.” She got a kiss on the cheek.

      “We’re so sorry we were late,” June said, her curious glance sliding to Ashley and then back to his face.

      “She had to go back to her parents’ house twice in order to say more goodbyes to the twins,” Arch said.

      His wife bumped her elbow against his ribs. “If I recall correctly, it was you who needed to make sure that my dad knew how to install the car seats in his SUV.”

      Grinning, Arch rubbed his side. “We’re disgustingly besotted with our offspring,” he confessed, his eyes bright with good humor and fixed on Ashley’s face. “I’m Arch Sargeant,” he said, holding out his hand.

      “Ashley Walker. And anything I can do to make your stay more pleasant, please let me know.”

      His friend’s wife looked ready to burst with curiosity. “I’m June.” Her glance shifted to Chase. “So...I thought Brianna was going to be here. Glad to see she isn’t.”

      Arch groaned. “So much for subtle, sweetheart.”

      “Brianna had to leave unexpectedly,” Ashley put in smoothly. “Chase hired me to take over as hostess.”

      “Hired you?” Her eyebrows climbed high on her forehead, and her gaze darted between Chase and Ashley.

      “I work for a local florist,” Ashley explained. “And I happened to be at the right place at the right time—meaning here at the house—when Chase found a need for someone to help out.”

      “Found a need,” Arch echoed.

      At the smirk in his voice, Chase sent him a quelling look. “Ashley, Arch is my former college roommate. And June—”

      “Has this sudden need for some girl talk.”

      Ashley looked alarmed. “Oh, I—”

      “Actually, I need help pinning a strap,” June said, plucking at the silk of her slinky red dress. Her smile beamed wide and guileless. “You’ll help, won’t you?”

      And with that, Chase saw his hostess head off into the metaphorical sunset with his best friend’s wife. Frowning, he glanced over at Arch. “I don’t want her scaring Ashley away.”

      “She’ll just pump her for all her personal information,” Arch said in a cheery tone.

      Chase groaned. “That’s what I mean.”

      “What else do you mean?” his friend asked. “Brianna takes off and an hour later you’ve got Ashley moved in?”

      In less than an hour, Chase thought. “Just for the week,” he assured himself and his best buddy. He shrugged one shoulder. “I saw her and it...it seemed like a simple solution.”

      Arch was gazing at him.

      “What’s with the pitying expression?” Chase demanded.

      “Nothing’s simple when it comes to women, you should know that.”

      “Hell,” Chase said. “Don’t go there, please? Sure, she’s pretty and all.” Beautiful. “But I asked her because I needed the assistance.”

      Not true. What he needed was that midnight kiss he was planning, just to satisfy his curiosity and so he could neutralize this odd fascination she held for him. Once that was out of the way, he could devote his attention to the important business of the rest of the week.

      He managed to get Arch onto other topics and then included some others in their light conversation as the musician continued to play. It was when the servers began circulating with trays of crystal flutes filled with liquid bubbles that Chase realized midnight was nearly upon them. June was standing near her husband, her arm around his waist as they swayed to the music.

      Ashley was nowhere in sight.

      As the countdown began, he was torn. Leave his guests or seek out his hostess? It would be better to stick with the crowd, he decided, ignoring a spurt of disappointment. Foolish to feel it, especially when the last time he’d been so eager for a New Year’s kiss he’d been thirteen years old. At Tammy Martin’s house, he remembered. Her parents were out for the evening and she’d been babysitting her little brother and sister.

      “Ten,” the people on the dance floor chanted, arranging themselves in a circle.

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