His By Christmas. Teresa Southwick

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      He lifted the metal dome covering his scrambled eggs, potatoes and turkey sausage. “The brilliance of my question is that you can interpret it any way you’d like.”

      “Hmm.”

      “Hmm?” he asked. “What does that mean?”

      “It was either a noncommittal hmm, or a thinly veiled rebuke of your humility.”

      “You think I’m not humble?”

      “When you call yourself brilliant? Duh.” She couldn’t help laughing at him. “And, just so you know, I’m going to answer what was asked. I take full responsibility for my morning coffee needs. What about you? Does Jeeves grind beans and brew the perfect cup of joe for you?”

      “There is no Jeeves,” he said. “I have no staff. A cleaning service comes in once a week to make the condo habitable.”

      “Condo.” She poured almond milk into the bowl, then spooned up a bite of granola. After chewing and swallowing, she said, “I’d have figured you for a palatial country home kind of guy.”

      “There’s not a lot of choice in Blackwater Lake. The town is growing and housing is struggling to catch up and stay current.”

      “I see.” She sipped her coffee, studying him over the rim of her cup. “You’re a complicated man, Cal Hart.”

      “Keeps people on their toes.”

      “People? Or women?” she asked.

      “Women are people, too,” he pointed out.

      “And they no doubt fall at your feet. From all that brilliance, whether you’re complicated or not,” she teased. “In fact, I bet most of them prefer not.”

      “What do you prefer?” There was a deep, husky quality to his voice that could be called seductive. His eyes widened slightly and he said, “Don’t tell me. Simple hard work is your preference. It gets the job done. Speaking of which...what happened to the contract my lawyer emailed? There are pages missing.”

      Apparently he was keeping this purely professional. Hence the pivot back to work. That was for the best, even though she was enjoying their verbal sparring. “I know. It’s on my to-do list. The internet was really slow, and then it just shut down.”

      “Damn it.”

      “I’m sorry. I checked with resort management late yesterday and they said the system can often be overloaded with data.”

      “Then the system should be upgraded. If I was running this place...” He was buttering a slice of rye toast and stopped.

      “What?” she prompted.

      “Technology would be more efficient, for one thing.” The frustration in his expression grew more intense as the muscle in his jaw jerked.

      “Think about this place,” she advised.

      “I am. If someone is expecting some important documents or business negotiations requiring paperwork, their expectations will not be met.”

      “Unless this location is intended to cater to expectations other than business. Outside are sea and sand, neither of which is particularly user-friendly to computer circuits or memory chips.”

      “Of course not. No one’s going to use a fax machine on a paddleboard.”

      “Exactly. People actually come here to get away from the rat race. To decompress outside in the water while soaking up the sun. Maybe upping their absorption of vitamin D while they’re at it.”

      Cal glanced across the room, where the French doors were open to the patio. Outside, dark clouds had obscured the blue sky and were very swiftly rolling over the ocean toward them. Lightning flickered within the billowing black mass and a bolt zigzagged into the ocean.

      “Great, just great,” he mumbled.

      Justine thought the approaching storm closely mirrored the expression on her boss’s face. From the looks of it, he could use a refresher course in care and feeding of peace and relaxation. Something had him on edge. She hadn’t missed the way he’d abruptly changed the course of breakfast chitchat from personal back to business. If she hadn’t walked into this room prepared to work hard enough to forget he was there, she might not have noticed. But that was her plan of action and he’d gotten there first.

      There was just one flaw in the all-work-to-avoid-play plan. And it was hard to ignore. “Cal, this is paradise. People come here to unplug. Technology doesn’t have to be business-fast. It’s not designed to do that. Probably so someone who’s even tempted to choose work over relaxation will just give in and let it go.”

      “Try explaining that to my high-priced attorney who is waiting for me to look over that contract and get back to him. Strike while the iron is hot and all that. And there are other time-sensitive interests that are affected...”

      A roaring sound outside made them both look out the doors. The storm had moved in really fast. Huge drops of torrential rain suddenly started bouncing on the patio, and the steady pounding was like the white noise on a sound machine. Then there was a crack of lightning and almost simultaneously the boom of thunder.

      “It’s right over us.” The lights flickered and his expression grew even darker. “Paradise isn’t perfect, after all.”

      “And yet, what most people wouldn’t give to ride out an electrical storm on a tropical island as opposed to being at home.”

      “I’m not most people.”

      “Maybe you should give it a try,” she snapped back. “Ordinary isn’t so bad...”

      There was another flash and the booming sound of thunder. Then the lights went out.

      “Isn’t that just swell?” Cal leaned back in his chair. “People, ordinary or otherwise, can’t do much of anything now. Including work.”

      Justine glanced from the downpour outside to the irritated, angry look on Cal’s face. “Wow. Bummer. Since the business machines are out of commission, you might have to sit here and talk to me.”

      “This would not happen in Blackwater Lake. And before you remind me the power can go out anywhere, I have a generator there.”

      “Then why don’t you go back there?” That was a very good question, one she’d asked the first day and hadn’t received an answer to. Call it the weird vibe of electrical energy in the air, but now she wanted to know. “Now that I think about it, carrying on business at the level you seem obsessed with is a challenge here. So, why didn’t you go home after breaking your leg? What’s going on, Cal? And don’t tell me ‘nothing.’”

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