Flirting With the Boss. Teresa Southwick

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      “Because your grandfather was ill, and he asked me to.”

      “He was well enough to walk out of the hospital. One has to assume he could have managed a phone. So why did you do the honors?”

      She glanced over at him, then her gaze slid away. “Because he wanted to see you, and he said if he called, you wouldn’t come.”

      He was right, Max thought. He was only here now out of a sense of duty. The same reason his grandfather had taken him in after his parents died. His conversation with Ashley had been short. She’d informed him that his grandfather’s heart attack had put the old man in the cardiac care unit at Sweet Spring General Hospital. Then she’d given him the facility’s phone number and told him Bentley Caine would like to see him.

      Max’s initial reaction had been to hang up. But some quality in Ashley’s voice—a hint of gravel mixed with whiskey and liberally laced with hostility—had stopped him. After leaving town, he hadn’t thought much about her. But when she identified herself on the other end of the line, memories had flooded back. He remembered a sweet, smiling kid. The picture in his head didn’t mesh with the cool, cranky woman beside him.

      She turned suddenly to look at a pedestrian on her side of the car, then faced front again. “I think we should go to the sheriff and file a missing person’s report.”

      “It’s my understanding that we have to wait at least twenty-four hours before he’s officially considered missing.” He glanced over at her. “Where does he like to go?”

      “For fun?”

      “My grandfather doesn’t do fun. At least he didn’t used to. I meant is there a favorite restaurant we can check? A hangout?”

      The corners of her full mouth curved up. “I can’t picture Mr. Caine hanging out. But his top three favorite places are Tiny’s BBQ, Dairy Queen and The Fast Lane—it’s a coffee shop in the bowling alley.”

      They were just passing the bowling alley, and he made a hard right turn into the driveway. “Let’s take a look.”

      When the BMW was parked, she got out and gave the lot the once-over. “I don’t see his car.”

      “Maybe someone inside has seen him.”

      As they walked side by side to the double glass doors, she glanced at him curiously. He could almost hear the questions echoing in her head. It was just a matter of time until she started asking them.

      “Why are you doing this?” she asked.

      And there was the first one. “Define this.”

      “Don’t play dumb, Max. We both know you’re not. And before you ask, that wasn’t a compliment. Just a statement of fact. Why are you bothering to look for your grandfather?”

      “I came here to see him because I owe him that much. As soon as we find him, I can leave. It’s that simple.”

      Before she could make something out of that, they stopped at the bowling alley registration desk.

      Ashley put her hands on the counter. “Hi, Sam.”

      “Ashley.” The fit and forty-something dark-haired man standing there, studied him, openly curious.

      “Sam Fisher this is Max Caine,” she said.

      “Sam,” he said, shaking hands. “I’m looking for my grandfather, Bentley Caine. Ashley tells me he likes to come in here.”

      Sam’s face flickered with recognition, but unlike Bernice, he managed to hold back the ingrate remarks. “I know who he is. My wife works over at the chocolate factory.”

      “I see. Have you seen him in the last twenty-four hours?”

      Sam looked surprised. “Isn’t he in the hospital? I heard he had a heart attack.”

      Ashley tucked a strand of copper-colored hair behind her ear. “Mr. Caine walked out of the hospital sometime last night and no one has seen him. We’re checking out the places he might have gone.”

      “Sorry. He hasn’t been here since I came in this morning. But I’ll ask around.” The other man shrugged. “If he comes in, I’ll let you know.”

      “Okay,” she said.

      They started to back away when Sam added, “He’s a good guy. Always says we have the best fried chicken he’s ever tasted.”

      Max looked at him. “And afterward, he can bowl a couple of games to counteract the blast of cholesterol.”

      “Thanks, Sam.” Ashley took Max’s arm and aimed him toward the door. “Way to get the sympathy vote, Ace. You could have gone all day without telling Sam Fisher his chicken is a heart attack waiting to happen.”

      “Even though I said it with a great deal of charm?” he asked.

      “Here’s a suggestion. When we check out the Dairy Queen and Tiny’s BBQ, either we just cruise the parking lot or I go in alone. If you tell them they’re a hotbed of heart disease, you’re not likely to enlist their help in this endeavor.”

      “Whatever you say.”

      When they were back in the car driving through downtown Sweet Spring Ashley sighed like a balloon losing air.

      “Spit it out before you implode,” he said.

      She didn’t even pretend to misunderstand. “You know, diet isn’t the only contributing factor in a heart attack.”

      “Lack of exercise, maybe?”

      “I was thinking more along the lines of the strain of running Caine Chocolate all by himself.”

      “He’s not alone. He’s got you.”

      “True. I’m part of the administrative staff in place to manage the company. But I think you know that’s not what I meant.”

      “How long have you worked there?” he asked.

      “Since I was sixteen. It was my first job.”

      He glanced over at her. “So you worked your way through the ranks.”

      “Yes. And I try to take some of the stress off him. But I’m not family.”

      “I feel a zinger coming on.”

      “Another source of tension and pressure could be the desertion of a family member and his subsequent refusal to return home.”

      That was damned irritating. Her version of events was so slanted he couldn’t help wondering if she was merely being a devoted employee paid to recite the company line. Or if she believed what she was saying. Because there was another side to the story. His side.

      “How much do you know about me?” he asked, tamping down his anger. He didn’t remember whether or not they’d talked about his background ten years ago.

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