Christmas with Him: The Tycoon's Christmas Proposal / A Bravo Christmas Reunion / Marry-Me Christmas. Jackie Braun

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СКАЧАТЬ I’d say those are the last things he needs.”

      “What does he need?” She hadn’t intended to ask that question. In reality, what business was it of hers?

      But Carole was smiling coyly when Eve glanced in her direction. “I’m not sure, but maybe someone as resourceful as you will be able to figure it out.”

      It was half past midnight and though Dawson had gone to bed nearly two hours earlier, he was wide awake. There was nothing new about that. Since the accident he’d had a hard time falling asleep and an even harder time staying asleep once he had. The only time he actually slumbered straight through until morning was when he relied on prescription medication. He didn’t like taking that, though. So, instead, he used the wee hours of the morning to make lists of things he needed to do and to catch up on his reading. Sadly, not even the boring article he was scanning in a business journal was making him heavy-eyed this night.

      He laid the magazine aside on an oath, turned off the bedside lamp and rolled over. Giving his pillow a couple of punches, he admitted that the insomnia from which he’d suffered for the past several nights was different. He blamed Eve for that.

      He also blamed himself.

      “I never should have kissed her,” he muttered.

      Why that mere peck should haunt him, he wasn’t sure. At the end of his two dates, he’d kissed both women and with far more intimacy than he had Eve. Yet neither encounter had left him wanting. Quite the opposite.

      In the dark, he pictured Eve, her dark eyes wary and going wide as he breached her personal space and settled his mouth over hers. Her lips were soft, inviting. They were tempting, which was why Dawson had ended things quickly. Despite the brief contact, though, he’d felt something he hadn’t felt in a very long time: sexually interested.

      And alive, his subconscious whispered.

      He rolled over and ignored it. “I never should have kissed her,” he mumbled a second time.

      Yet when he finally drifted off an hour later he dreamed of doing it again, and properly this time.

      Eve was preparing to leave for the day when a courier knocked at her door with an official-looking envelope from Burke Financial. She tipped the young man who delivered it and went back inside her apartment to peel back the seal. Then she nearly fell over.

      Inside was a pair of theater tickets for the same, sold-out musical that she’d bid on in the silent auction the previous Saturday night, only these were for better seats.

      The note read:

      Eve,

      Burke Financial keeps a box at the theater. No one was going to this Saturday’s performance. It seemed a shame to let them go to waste.

      Enjoy yourself.

      Dawson

      She called him at his office immediately, and of course got his secretary.

      “He has a meeting in half an hour and he’s prepping for it,” Mrs. Stern informed her. It sounded like a brush-off to Eve. “Can I take a message?”

      She’s like a second mother, Carole claimed. Eve decided to play on that. Mothers liked nothing better than women with good manners.

      “He was kind enough to send me a pair of theater tickets. I just need a moment of his time to thank him properly. Do you think you could put me through?” she asked.

      “Just a moment,” Mrs. Stern said. Eve was still congratulating herself when Dawson came on the line.

      “Hello, Eve.”

      “Hi. I know you’re busy, but I just wanted to call and say thank you.”

      “I take it the tickets arrived.”

      “Yes. Just a moment ago. For once I was glad to be running a little behind schedule.” As she spoke, she paced the length of her living room in front of the big windows that brought some of the city’s skyline inside. “It’s incredibly generous of you, Dawson.”

      “They weren’t being used,” he replied.

      “So you mentioned in your note.”

      “It seemed a shame for them to go to waste when I knew how much you wanted to see the show.”

      “Still, I’m grateful, but I find myself in a bit of a quandary.” She nibbled her lip.

      “And why is that?” he asked.

      “Well, I know what these tickets go for. I feel a little awkward accepting something so valuable from a client.” Which was partly true.

      She pictured Dawson shrugging as he suggested, “Consider it a bonus.”

      “Thanks, but my commission is all the bonus I require.” Eve twisted a lock of hair around her index finger as an idea took shape. “Perhaps you would consider coming to see the play with me?”

      The invitation was met with deafening and prolonged silence, making her regret her haste in issuing it.

      “Okaaaay. Apparently not. It was just a thought. You’ve probably already seen the show,” she said in an attempt to save face. Not that that was actually possible at this point. “I’ll let you get back to work now. Bye.” She hung up without giving him a chance to say anything, although she thought she heard him call her name just before she did so.

      “God, I’m such an idiot.” She groaned in mortification and shuffled backward a couple of steps so she could flop onto the couch.

      What had she been thinking, asking him out? The man was probably seriously regretting his generosity right about now. The cordless phone was still in her hand. It trilled to life as she lay amid the throw pillows mentally berating herself. Eve answered it from her prone position.

      “Hello?” Home of the Perpetually Foolish, she almost added, and was mighty glad she hadn’t when she heard Dawson’s voice.

      “You hung up awfully fast. I didn’t get a chance to give you an answer.”

      She straightened to sitting, ran a hand through her mussed hair. “I guess I took your silence for an answer.”

      “Yeah. I’m sorry about that. I was just a little … surprised,” he told her.

      “I got that,” she said. Indeed, it had come through loud and clear.

      “When I sent the tickets I assumed you’d have someone else in mind for the second one,” he said.

      “Such as?” she prodded.

      “Such as the date you had to cancel on the night of the ball,” he replied.

      “Oh, that.” Because he couldn’t see her expression, she let her grin unfurl. “It was nothing serious. I was just getting together with a friend.”

      “A friend.” He cleared his throat. “And would this friend be male or female?”

      “Female.”

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