All He Really Needs. Emily McKay

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СКАЧАТЬ the door to Griffin’s office now. This was not good.

      Oh, this was so not good.

      Feigning a calm she didn’t feel, she turned back toward the computer at her workstation and mindlessly pulled up her email. If someone came into the office, she wanted it to look like she was busy. And competent. And not sitting here fantasizing about her boss.

      Her boss.

      Ugh.

      She was absolutely not going to be that woman.

      Her mother had been that kind of woman. The kind who casually slept with men to get favors from them. As far as she knew, her mother had never strayed into actual prostitution. She’d traded sex for rent, or car care or so her boss would overlook the fact that she was late for the seventeenth time that month. Even if that wasn’t real prostitution, it had cast a pall over Sydney’s childhood. Poverty, drug use and bad decision-making had dominated her life until she’d been taken away from her mother at the age of six. From there, she’d bounced from foster home to foster home for years before finally settling in at Molly Stanhope’s house when she was eleven.

      Molly’s house had been a haven for the last seven years she was in the foster care system. In fact, Molly was still the closest thing she had to a mother. It was Molly who had been her moral compass since then. It was Molly who would not approve of Sydney sleeping with her boss.

      Well, who was she kidding? It’s not like Molly would have gushed with approval over Sydney sleeping with Griffin Cain in the first place.

      Sleeping with her boss compromised her position in the company. It meant he wouldn’t respect her. Her coworkers wouldn’t respect her and, worst of all, it destroyed her job security. It threatened not just her heart, but her livelihood.

      As far as Sydney was concerned that sort of carelessness was a luxury she couldn’t afford. As a product of the foster care system, she had no one to depend on but herself. If the unthinkable happened and she lost her job, she was on her own. There were no loving parents for her to rush back to. There was no safety net. Hell, she didn’t even have a kindly uncle who could lend her a couple hundred bucks if she needed it. All she had was her cat, Grommet. And even he was kind of grouchy. If she was lucky, he might deign to curl up on her lap if she bumped the air-conditioning up.

      She was completely on her own.

      If she lost her job, she could lose her savings. Her house. Even her foster-siblings would feel it, because she’d been helping a couple of them with college tuition.

      Just to give herself the kick in the ass she needed, she dug through her purse for her cell phone and scrolled through their numbers. Five of them had sort of stuck together because they’d all been at Molly’s at about the same time. She passed over Marco and George. They were both good guys if she needed advice on car care or barbecue, but they’d be useless at this sort of thing. Jen was studying abroad this semester and who knew what time it was in Spain. So Sydney pulled up Tasha’s number.

      Tasha answered on the third ring. “Hey, what’s up?”

      “Nothing.” Sydney aimed for a breezy tone but landed somewhere near strained. “Just thought I’d call and see how you’re doing.”

      There was a pause of obviously stunned silence. “On a work day? Are you sick?”

      “No. Of course not. I’m fine. What, I can’t call you just to check in?”

      “On a work day?” Suspicion strained Tasha’s voice. “I mean, sure, I guess you can. You just never have in the past. Oh, my God, were you fired?”

      “No! I mean …” Sydney forced a chuckle. “Calm down. Nothing’s wrong. Dalton’s not in today, that’s all.”

      Thank goodness she had a handy excuse because apparently Tasha saw right through all her half-truths.

      “I just …” Sydney fought the sudden urge to spill the beans. To tell Tasha everything. To share her burdens. Get a second opinion. The problem was, people usually came to her for help, not the other way around. So instead, she asked, “How’re your finals going?”

      And thankfully Tasha let herself be distracted.

      “Ugh. Just awful. Political Theory is knocking me for a lo op.”

      “I thought you liked that one.”

      And distracting Tasha was as easy as that. Fifteen minutes of griping later, Sydney was wrapping up the conversation when Tasha inadvertently delivered the wakeup call Sydney needed.

      “I just can’t wait for this semester to be over so I can blow off a little steam.”

      “Just don’t do anything too crazy, okay?” Sydney said, that familiar need to protect her sister rising up inside her.

      “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything you wouldn’t do.”

      Tasha’s words were like a stab in the gut. If that was the barometer, then Tasha could be in serious trouble.

      “Just be safe.”

      Tasha chuckled. “I know the drill.”

      “Yeah, I know you do.”

      “Hey, are you sure you’re okay?” Tasha asked her out of the blue.

      “Yeah. Great.”

      “Because you just missed an opportunity to remind me to call you if I needed to.”

      “Oh. Sorry. You know you can always call. Anytime, day or night.”

      But of course, Tasha never did call. Like Sydney, Tasha was über-responsible, superpredictable and determined to make a better life for herself than the one fate had handed her. She was also the last of Molly’s foster kids Sydney felt really close to. And soon Tasha would graduate from college, get a job and maybe move away. Maybe she wouldn’t need Sydney anymore.

      Sydney didn’t like to admit it to herself, but she still needed Tasha. She still needed to be needed.

      She’d known this day was coming. She’d even thought she’d been prepared, back before her boss up and quit, back when her job was stable and her life still made sense. Now? Well, in the past few hours her life had unraveled at an alarming rate. But Griffin was right: panicking wouldn’t help anything. What she needed was a plan. Part one: stay out of Griffin’s bed. At least until this was all over with. Part two: find the missing heiress.

      Of course, both of those things were going to be harder than they sounded. She’d been helping Dalton look for the missing heiress before he’d gone off the deep end. She’d already scoured hospital records and county court records. So far, she’d found diddly.

      And then there was the matter of Griffin. If she had any resistance against him at all, she wouldn’t be in this mess in the first place.

      She didn’t need a plan. She needed a miracle.

      Four

      Miracle or no, she wasn’t going to sit around here just waiting for … for what? For Griffin to come out of the office and pounce СКАЧАТЬ