Who's the Boss? & Her Perfect Stranger: Who's The Boss? / Her Perfect Stranger. Jill Shalvis

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      “I said forget it.”

      “Why didn’t you fire me?”

      He’d wanted to. It had been the first thought that popped into his mind at the time, but he couldn’t very well tell her that. He knew he was difficult sometimes, but he never purposely hurt anyone.

      “Joe?”

      The menu again held his interest for a long moment before he slowly lowered it. “It’s best if we drop this now.”

      “Why?”

      The waitress came up to them, and because they both knew what they wanted, she took their menu shields, leaving Joe feeling strangely exposed. Vulnerable.

      “Why, Joe?”

      Spreading his big hands on the table, he stared at them. “I’ll tell you on one condition. No, make that two. First, you don’t take this personally, and second, after I tell you, you have to be honest back and tell me why someone with your wealth and means would want this job in the first place.”

      Humiliating as it would be to disclose her predicament, she had to know. “Deal.”

      His light blue eyes penetrated hers. “I can’t fire you. I promised your father I’d give you a job. It’s in the will.”

      The waitress brought their food, and Joe dug in.

      Caitlin stared at him helplessly. “I don’t understand. The will doesn’t say ‘for as long as I want it.’ All it says is that you’ll hire me.”

      “So much for not taking this personally.” He sighed and set down his fork. “Yes, but I promised him.”

      “When?”

      “Before he died. He’d been having health problems.”

      He’d never told her. She’d never asked. Guilt stabbed at her.

      “It seemed to mean a lot to him that you have this job, so I went along with it.”

      She managed to speak evenly. “You don’t strike me as a man who’d go along with anything that didn’t suit your purposes, Joe.”

      “Since that’s pretty much true, I suppose there’s no use in being insulted.” But his jaw was tight as he lifted his glass to his lips. “Let’s just call it the repaying of a debt, and in this case, despite any trouble you might cause, I could hire you for the rest of your life and not make a dent in what I owe him.”

      The image of her father came to mind—powerful, busy, always gone. Much as he’d given her in material things, he’d rarely had time for anything else. It was hard to imagine him inspiring this kind of fierce loyalty. “What is this great thing he did for you?”

      “He rescued me.” When she just stared at him in surprise, he said, “Twenty years ago, he took a twelve-year-old know-it-all street kid out of an alley where he was about to be killed by a gangbanger for hustling him.”

      “Were you the twelve-year-old or the gangbanger?”

      He grinned, his first, and it was a stunner. “The former.”

      But Caitlin didn’t see the humor. She was horrified, picturing a poor, thin, starving kid fighting off a dangerous thug—no matter she’d thought of Joe as a thug himself earlier that day. “Where were your parents?”

      He shrugged broad shoulders. “I never knew my father, and there were six kids. My mother couldn’t feed us all. I’d been pretty much on my own for a couple of years.”

      “Oh, Joe. I’m sorry.”

      “I turned out all right,” he said, lowering his head and shoveling in more food. He smiled suddenly, and the charm of it surprised her. She kept forgetting how good-looking he was, behind all that attitude. “Edmund cleaned me up and hauled me off to a Laker game.”

      Her jaw dropped. To her knowledge, her father had been too busy for sports. He’d certainly never taken her to a game. “He did?”

      “Yeah.” He smiled at the memory. “They won, too. Then he dumped me in a tough school designed for…troubled kids.”

      “And for really smart ones, too, I’ll bet.”

      Joseph’s head jerked up, his eyes hot and defensive. “Yeah,” he said finally, as though it was a hard thing to admit.

      Now it made sense, all too well. She knew how attractive a homeless, orphaned, incredibly brilliant boy would have been to her father. Especially when all he’d gotten was a weak, not so smart female. Resentment hit, only to be beaten back by shame.

      What would have happened to Joe if her father hadn’t intervened?

      “He came for me every weekend, which at first really ticked me off,” Joe admitted. “But he stuck with me until the end.” He met her gaze unwaveringly. “He saved my life, princess. I owe him everything, and in return, I’d do anything for him.”

      Including putting up with a secretary he didn’t want. Suddenly feeling a little sick and unbearably lonely even in the middle of a crowded restaurant, Caitlin set down her fork and tried to ignore the tightness in her chest. How pathetic her poor-little-rich-girl story would seem to him. “What happened to your mother?”

      He chugged down his water and attacked the basket of bread sticks. “She lives in Vegas. Waitresses occasionally.”

      “And the others? Your brothers and sisters?”

      His blue eyes became shuttered, and she imagined he masked pain and loneliness. “Scattered around.” His gaze dropped to the bread he held, which he then polished off in one bite.

      She learned far more about Joe by watching his eyes than listening to his words. His eyes were much more expressive than he could possibly know. “Do you ever see them?”

      “They’re all busy with their own lives. My mother calls me once in a while.”

      Caitlin swallowed hard, hurting for the boy who’d grown up too fast. Who’d learned to count only on himself. “You support her, don’t you?”

      He stirred, clearly uncomfortable. “Maybe.”

      “Why is it so hard to admit you help her?”

      “Why is it so hard for you to understand that most people don’t like their lives to be an open book?”

      She was beginning to realize the man was all bark, no bite. He liked his distance. Too bad she didn’t do the distance thing so well.

      Joe fell silent as he continued to feed himself with obvious relish, making Caitlin wonder where he put all the food. He certainly didn’t have a spare ounce of fat on him. She glanced up, and caught the curious gazes of Vince, Tim and Andy from across the room. The twins grinned at her. Vince’s smile was more subdued, worried.

      Sweet, she thought. And chicken. СКАЧАТЬ