Christmas With Her Millionaire Boss. Barbara Wallace

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      James laughed. “You’re a smart businesswoman, Belinda, but I can assure you, no one ever takes advantage of me.”

      “That I can believe,” Noelle murmured.

      He looked at her and smiled. “I’ll take that as a compliment, Mrs. Fryberg. Now how about we go get that lunch we missed…”

      It took two steps for him to lose his balance. His eyes started to roll back in his head, and his knees started to buckle.

      Noelle reached him first. “Okay, that’s enough,” she said, reaching around his waist. Thanks to the size difference, it took a minute to maneuver him, but eventually she managed to lower him into the wheelchair. Unfortunately, the downward momentum pulled her along, as well. She landed with one hand pressed against his torso and knee wedged between his thighs. Man, but he was solid. A tall, lean block of granite.

      She looked up to find herself nose to nose with him. Up close, his eyes were far more dappled than she realized, the green more of an accent color than true eye shade.

      He had freckles too. A smattering across the bridge of his nose.

      Cold-blooded businessmen weren’t supposed to have freckles.

      “Think you might listen to the nurse now?” she asked.

      “I was light-headed for a moment, that’s all.”

      “Light-headed, huh?” She pushed herself to her feet. To her embarrassment, the move required splaying her hand wider, so that the palm of her hand pressed over his heart. Fortunately, he was too dizzy or distracted to comment.

      “Any more light-headed and you would have hit the floor,” she told him. “Are you trying to get more stitches?”

      “I’m not…”

      “Face it, Mr. Hammond, you’re in no condition to do anything but rest,” Belinda said. “We’ll talk when you’re feeling better. Monday.”

      “Monday?” He’d started to rest his head in his hands again, but when Belinda spoke, he jerked his head upward. The pain crossing his face made Noelle wince. “Why wait until then? I won’t need that many days to recover.”

      “Maybe not, but that is the next time I’ll be able to see you. Tomorrow is Thanksgiving. The only business I’ll be discussing is whether the stuffing is too dry.”

      “What about Friday?”

      Noelle answered for her. “Black Friday, remember? Around these parts, it’s the kickoff for the annual Christmas festival, the biggest weekend of our year.”

      “I’ll be much too busy to give you the proper time,” Belinda added.

      Noelle watched the muscle twitching in Hammond’s jaw. Clearly, he preferred being the one who dictated the schedule, and not the other way around.

      “Let me get this straight.” Whether his voice was low by design or discomfort, Noelle couldn’t guess. His tension came though nevertheless. “I’m not allowed to fly home for the next twenty-four hours…”

      “At least,” the nurse said.

      The muscle twitched again. “At least twenty-four hours,” he corrected. “Nor will you meet with me for the next five days?”

      “That’s correct,” Belinda replied. “We can meet first thing Monday morning, and conclude our preliminary negotiations.”

      “I see.” He nodded. Slowly. Anyone with two eyes could tell he didn’t appreciate this change in plans at all. Noelle would be lying if she didn’t say it gave her a tiny trill of satisfaction. Payback for his wanting to toss Fryer.

      “Fine,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “We’ll talk Monday. Only because my head hurts too much to argue.” Noelle had a feeling he wasn’t kidding. “What was the name of that hotel?”

      “The Nutcracker Inn,” she replied.

      “Right, that one. I’m going to need a room, and something to eat. What did you say that soup was?”

      “Gingerbread.” It was the third time he’d asked. She looked at the nurse who nodded.

      “Temporary short-term memory loss can happen with concussions. It should recede soon enough. However, I think you might have a more pressing problem.”

      “I do?”

      “He does?”

      The two of them spoke at the same time. “I’m not sure the Nutcracker has any rooms,” the nurse replied. “You know how booked it gets during the holidays.”

      “Wait a second.” James tried to look up at the nurse, only to wince and close his eyes. “Please don’t tell me there’s no room at the inn.”

      “Wouldn’t be the first time,” the nurse replied. “Did you know that once we even had a baby born—”

      “I doubt Mr. Hammond will have to do anything quite as dramatic,” Noelle interjected. No need for the conversation to head down that particular road.

      The nurse offered a tight-lipped smile. Apparently, she didn’t appreciate being cut off. “Either way, you’re going to need someone to look in on you. Doctor’s orders.”

      “The concierge will love that request,” Hammond muttered.

      “We could arrange for a private duty nurse.”

      “Good grief,” Belinda said. “That doesn’t sound pleasant at all.”

      “Pleasant isn’t exactly on the table right now.” Hammond’s eyes had grown heavy lidded and his words were slurred. It was obvious the entire conversation was exhausting him, and Noelle couldn’t help but feel bad.

      Although she doubted he’d appreciate the compassion. A man like Hammond, with his disregard for sentiment and tradition, would despise showing any hint of vulnerability.

      “Of course pleasant is on the table,” Belinda said. “This is Fryberg.” The meaning behind her emphasis was obvious.

      Hammond let out a low groan. Still feeling compassionate, Noelle decided the noise was coincidental.

      Her mother-in-law continued as if the noise never happened. “We’re not going to let you spend your weekend in some hotel room, eating room service and being attended to by a stranger. You’ll spend the weekend with me. That way you can recuperate, and enjoy a proper Thanksgiving, as well.”

      The strangest look crossed Hammond’s face. Part surprise, part darkness as though her mother-in-law’s suggestion unnerved him. Noelle didn’t picture him as a man who got unnerved. Ever.

      “I don’t want to put you out,” he said.

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