The Good Father. Kara Lennox

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СКАЧАТЬ yes. You really should have discussed this with me before you invested so much time, just to be sure we were on the right track.”

      “I know that now. But I wasn’t thinking about it at the time. I’m just so excited to be using my art. For years I haven’t been able to devote any time to it, and I hadn’t realized it, but I…I’d shut down a part of myself. And now I have that part back and…well, I’m sure you don’t want to hear all that.”

      Actually, he was fascinated. It seemed that the beautiful, polished woman who had first attracted him was far more interesting than he would have guessed. Now he saw, in full color, the passion that lurked below her slick surface.

      And it turned him on.

      He wasn’t sure how he felt about her revealing something so personal to him. It indicated a level of trust he certainly hadn’t earned.

      “I still have the rest of the day,” she said, suddenly all business. “What changes would you like me to make?”

      “Nothing. You nailed it.” He didn’t often feel that way about his artists’ work. Usually there was a lot of back-and-forth before he was satisfied.

      “How about this one, then?” She placed a second comp on the drawing board, and Max’s jaw dropped yet again. It was another beautifully rendered drawing, showing the same little boy and girl, but in different poses. The first ad was “Tough’n’Sweet,” one of his preliminary ideas for an ad campaign. This one was “Love’n’Play,” which Jane must have come up with on her own. It showed the little boy getting a hug, and the little girl coming down a slide.

      Max didn’t know what to say. He’d seen that Jane had talent, but this was incredible. “Have you ever shown your work?”

      She raised startled eyebrows. “Shown? As in, at an art show or gallery?” She laughed. “Other than in college, no.”

      “You could, you know. You’re good enough.”

      “You aren’t saying that because you’re going to fire me, are you? Suggesting an alternative career to soften the blow?”

      “No.” He smiled, wanting to reassure her. “The second ad is good, too. You’re going to work out here just fine.”

      She beamed at him, and his heart lurched unexpectedly. “Thanks.”

      “Why don’t you go home and get some sleep? Sounds like you put in a full day of work before you even got here.”

      “Thanks, but I couldn’t. They’re doing some construction work at the marina right by my boat, and it’s so loud I couldn’t possibly sleep there during the day.”

      “All right. Hey, there’s a couch in my office. Why don’t you sack out there? I’m interviewing potential account executives this morning, so I’ll be in the conference room where I won’t bother you.”

      She looked at her watch. “You don’t have more work for me?”

      “I have a hot project coming in this afternoon, probably around one o’clock, but nothing more right now.”

      “A little nap, maybe,” she conceded, then picked up one of her pastels. “Just let me put a few finishing touches on—”

      “No.” He stood and took the crayon out of her hand, instantly aware where their fingers briefly brushed. Though she might be slightly unkempt this morning, she smelled fantastic. “You’ll get engrossed in your work and suddenly you’ll look up and hours will have passed. If you want to fiddle with the drawings after your nap, fine, but they’re perfect as is.”

      He ushered Jane into his office and cleared a stack of magazines and some mail off the sofa. “I’ve catnapped on this sofa myself, so I can vouch for its comfort.”

      “Would you wake me up in an hour or so? I should be good to go by then.”

      “Sure.” He drew the shades, turned out the lights and left her there. But as he conducted his interviews, his mind kept wandering to the sleeping beauty in his office.

      She was something else.

      After the second interview, he realized he’d left the third candidate’s résumé on his desk, and he wanted to review it before the woman arrived. He opened his office door as quietly as he could and tiptoed in without turning on the light.

      Jane was flopped on the sofa facedown, one delicate arm bent over her head, her dark hair spilling across her shoulders. Her slow, even breathing told him she was still dead asleep.

      She’d wanted to be awakened in an hour, but he didn’t have the heart to disturb her. He stood there for a few moments, watching and listening to her breathe. Then she rolled over, still asleep, her pale blue T-shirt riding up high and offering him a glimpse of her creamy stomach. Her navel peeked out over the top of her low-riding jeans. She had a tiny gold ring in it.

      Funny, he wouldn’t have thought Jane Selwyn to be the type to sport a piercing. Maybe it represented her own little rebellion against the corporate-wife role she’d played during her marriage. The thought made Max smile as he slipped out and quietly closed the door.

      JANE’S PHONE DREW HER out of a deep, deep sleep and she realized she’d done more than catnap. She sat up and tried to locate her cell.

      There it was, on the floor. She bent and picked it up, seeing with a start that it was Kaylee’s school. She became instantly alert.

      “Jane Selwyn.” Her heart thundered in her ears.

      “Hi, Jane, this is Monica Wagner, the nurse at Kaylee’s school. Now, don’t worry,” she said hastily, “Kaylee’s okay, but she is running a low fever. She’s complaining of an earache. You’ll have to come pick her up. As you know, it’s school policy that any child with a fever must be sent home.”

      Jane sighed. “I’ll be right there.”

      She looked at her watch. It was after eleven—she’d slept for nearly three hours. It was enough that she could have worked the rest of the day with no problem, except for this little wrinkle.

      Kaylee had experienced earaches before. She would have to visit the doctor and get an antibiotic. But where did that leave Max’s hot project?

      For the second day in a row, she risked arousing her boss’s wrath and getting herself fired. But it was worse today than yesterday. Now, she had a taste of what this job would be like. She knew what she would be giving up.

      The first ad had been a bit troublesome, but she’d begun to feel the power of the computer program by the time she’d finished. And the previous night had been incredible.

      She loved this job. And despite his perfectionism, she loved Max as a boss. He was so passionate about his work, and his mere presence electrified her. She’d never wanted to please anyone as much as she did him, and that included her ex-husband.

      She didn’t stop to analyze what that might mean, or exactly how far she’d go to make him happy.

      Chapter Four

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