Bombshell for the Boss, page 17
“Let me briefly tell you about my military buddies. Thane was our captain and he was also our friend, fellow Texas rancher and businessman. Although you’re younger, you’ve grown up knowing the Warners and I imagine you know Noah Grant, or at least his sister, Stefanie.”
Emily nodded. “I’ve gone to school with Stefanie and I know the Grants.”
“Noah was asked to deliver a letter to the woman who turned out to be the mother of his son. Another Texan fit into our little group, Mike Moretti. Thane had asked Mike to work at the Tumbling T when Mike returned home. Not only had he done that, he ended up marrying Thane’s widow and taking over the ranch. The ranch that sat right in a stateside battlefield—directly between a family of Ralstons and a family of Kincaids.”
“I agree that ending the feud is absolutely impossible,” Emily replied. “Some of my family members have strong feelings. They wouldn’t even want to learn that I’m working for you. Thane was a very nice person, but this job is just not—”
Jake held up his hand, stopping her.
“Hear me out and let me give you the letter and an envelope Thane had for you. As I said, you can’t imagine the effort he made to tell me and two of his close friends what he wanted and to get each of us to promise to do certain things.”
“With great reluctance, I’ll listen,” she said, feeling caught between Thane’s last wishes and the plea from Jake on Thane’s behalf.
“Good,” Jake said, giving her another look that took her breath away. She hated his request and watched as he picked up his briefcase, opened it and removed a sealed envelope.
With misgivings, she reached out to take it and as her fingers brushed his hand, she had that instant awareness of contact. She looked up to meet his curious gaze and she felt an uncustomary flash of desire, as unwanted as the envelope in her hand. Why had she agreed to meet with Jake Ralston?
She opened the letter and looked up. “I might as well read this to you, too, because it has to be about my working for you.”
“Go ahead,” Jake said.
“Dear Emily,
I have asked my friend Jake Ralston to hire you to do the appraisal of my grandfather’s belongings and to live with and help Jake dispose and take care of those things. I know it is life changing to ask a Ralston and a Kincaid to work together, but it is temporary, a job with two honorable, trustworthy people working together to do what I am not going to be able to do myself. Please be kind and honor this request of mine. It’s time the Kincaids and the Ralstons bury the old battles. Your lives are before both of you and this is a small request, and it will not take a lot of your time. I hope if you agree, that this task will bless both of you and bring something good into your lives. Life is precious, so please don’t waste it on an old feud that really doesn’t matter. I’d give anything to have that chance. Thank you so very much for doing this. I thank you both. May your lives be filled with joy.
Thane.”
When she looked up to meet Jake’s gaze, he looked away, but she had seen how the letter had refreshed the pain of losing his friend. Silence stretched between them for a few moments until she spoke. “I suppose you better tell me what it is you want me to do.”
“I have a letter, too, with very specific instructions, which we can get into later. In the meantime,” he said, removing another envelope from his briefcase, “Thane instructed me to open this envelope, which is from him to you. It’s his gift to you for taking the job and he wanted me to know about it. In addition to what’s in this envelope, I’ll pay you the regular fee for your work. Let me know your fee and we’ll go from there.” He held out the envelope to her. “Just so that you know, he wrote that Vivian knows and approves of what’s in here.”
When she took the envelope from him, his fingers brushed hers again and that sharp awareness made her glance up into an intense brown-eyed stare that caused her pulse to jump. What chemistry did they have between them? Unwanted chemistry. She didn’t want to be attracted to a Ralston or have her heart flutter by a simple brush of fingers. And he felt it, too. It showed in a revealing flicker in his eyes. Sparks flying between them would make working for him challenging. And definitely something she shouldn’t do.
There were a dozen reasons to turn down this job. She had great respect for Thane Warner, but this wasn’t a job she could accept.
She looked down at a brown envelope that was wrinkled, smudged, had small tearstains, but was still intact. She pulled open the flap that wasn’t sealed and withdrew a cashier’s check. “You said you know what’s in here.”
“Yes, I do. I still have Thane’s note that said to open it and look.” He paused as she looked down at the check in her hand.
Stunned, she stared at the check, unable to process the zeroes she was seeing. “Good heavens. Is this real?”
“Absolutely. Thane has paid you a million dollars to do this job.”
“I can’t accept that much money for a job like this.”
Jake shrugged. “Thane’s not alive. He can’t use it. Vivian has inherited his estate worth multimillions. Besides, she’s a billionaire heiress with a successful art career and Thane’s thriving ranch that her new husband, Mike Moretti, will make even better. She won’t need the money. It’s yours if you’ll take this job.”
Stunned, Emily looked at the check, thinking about what he had just said, about where else the money might be used to benefit others. “I’m shocked. I can’t even grasp this. Why would he do this?”
“He wanted you to take this job. My guess is that he thought you would turn me down without a good reason to do the appraisal. If we work together, our families will know it. If you take this job, this is the beginning of the end of a feud that is over a century and a half old.”
In that moment, Emily realized she could not possibly turn down this job. Her gaze met Jake’s. She was going to live under the same roof with the handsome rancher facing her. A charmer, a man who loved beautiful women, parties and no ties. Could she live in the same house with him, work with him every day for the coming month or however long it took, and keep from falling in love with him? Could she work with him and avoid a broken heart? Could she do this and avoid seduction?
Copyright © 2018 by Sara Orwig
ISBN-13: 9781488046292
Bombshell for the Boss
Copyright © 2018 by Maureen Child
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Emily nodded. “I’ve gone to school with Stefanie and I know the Grants.”
“Noah was asked to deliver a letter to the woman who turned out to be the mother of his son. Another Texan fit into our little group, Mike Moretti. Thane had asked Mike to work at the Tumbling T when Mike returned home. Not only had he done that, he ended up marrying Thane’s widow and taking over the ranch. The ranch that sat right in a stateside battlefield—directly between a family of Ralstons and a family of Kincaids.”
“I agree that ending the feud is absolutely impossible,” Emily replied. “Some of my family members have strong feelings. They wouldn’t even want to learn that I’m working for you. Thane was a very nice person, but this job is just not—”
Jake held up his hand, stopping her.
“Hear me out and let me give you the letter and an envelope Thane had for you. As I said, you can’t imagine the effort he made to tell me and two of his close friends what he wanted and to get each of us to promise to do certain things.”
“With great reluctance, I’ll listen,” she said, feeling caught between Thane’s last wishes and the plea from Jake on Thane’s behalf.
“Good,” Jake said, giving her another look that took her breath away. She hated his request and watched as he picked up his briefcase, opened it and removed a sealed envelope.
With misgivings, she reached out to take it and as her fingers brushed his hand, she had that instant awareness of contact. She looked up to meet his curious gaze and she felt an uncustomary flash of desire, as unwanted as the envelope in her hand. Why had she agreed to meet with Jake Ralston?
She opened the letter and looked up. “I might as well read this to you, too, because it has to be about my working for you.”
“Go ahead,” Jake said.
“Dear Emily,
I have asked my friend Jake Ralston to hire you to do the appraisal of my grandfather’s belongings and to live with and help Jake dispose and take care of those things. I know it is life changing to ask a Ralston and a Kincaid to work together, but it is temporary, a job with two honorable, trustworthy people working together to do what I am not going to be able to do myself. Please be kind and honor this request of mine. It’s time the Kincaids and the Ralstons bury the old battles. Your lives are before both of you and this is a small request, and it will not take a lot of your time. I hope if you agree, that this task will bless both of you and bring something good into your lives. Life is precious, so please don’t waste it on an old feud that really doesn’t matter. I’d give anything to have that chance. Thank you so very much for doing this. I thank you both. May your lives be filled with joy.
Thane.”
When she looked up to meet Jake’s gaze, he looked away, but she had seen how the letter had refreshed the pain of losing his friend. Silence stretched between them for a few moments until she spoke. “I suppose you better tell me what it is you want me to do.”
“I have a letter, too, with very specific instructions, which we can get into later. In the meantime,” he said, removing another envelope from his briefcase, “Thane instructed me to open this envelope, which is from him to you. It’s his gift to you for taking the job and he wanted me to know about it. In addition to what’s in this envelope, I’ll pay you the regular fee for your work. Let me know your fee and we’ll go from there.” He held out the envelope to her. “Just so that you know, he wrote that Vivian knows and approves of what’s in here.”
When she took the envelope from him, his fingers brushed hers again and that sharp awareness made her glance up into an intense brown-eyed stare that caused her pulse to jump. What chemistry did they have between them? Unwanted chemistry. She didn’t want to be attracted to a Ralston or have her heart flutter by a simple brush of fingers. And he felt it, too. It showed in a revealing flicker in his eyes. Sparks flying between them would make working for him challenging. And definitely something she shouldn’t do.
There were a dozen reasons to turn down this job. She had great respect for Thane Warner, but this wasn’t a job she could accept.
She looked down at a brown envelope that was wrinkled, smudged, had small tearstains, but was still intact. She pulled open the flap that wasn’t sealed and withdrew a cashier’s check. “You said you know what’s in here.”
“Yes, I do. I still have Thane’s note that said to open it and look.” He paused as she looked down at the check in her hand.
Stunned, she stared at the check, unable to process the zeroes she was seeing. “Good heavens. Is this real?”
“Absolutely. Thane has paid you a million dollars to do this job.”
“I can’t accept that much money for a job like this.”
Jake shrugged. “Thane’s not alive. He can’t use it. Vivian has inherited his estate worth multimillions. Besides, she’s a billionaire heiress with a successful art career and Thane’s thriving ranch that her new husband, Mike Moretti, will make even better. She won’t need the money. It’s yours if you’ll take this job.”
Stunned, Emily looked at the check, thinking about what he had just said, about where else the money might be used to benefit others. “I’m shocked. I can’t even grasp this. Why would he do this?”
“He wanted you to take this job. My guess is that he thought you would turn me down without a good reason to do the appraisal. If we work together, our families will know it. If you take this job, this is the beginning of the end of a feud that is over a century and a half old.”
In that moment, Emily realized she could not possibly turn down this job. Her gaze met Jake’s. She was going to live under the same roof with the handsome rancher facing her. A charmer, a man who loved beautiful women, parties and no ties. Could she live in the same house with him, work with him every day for the coming month or however long it took, and keep from falling in love with him? Could she work with him and avoid a broken heart? Could she do this and avoid seduction?
Copyright © 2018 by Sara Orwig
ISBN-13: 9781488046292
Bombshell for the Boss
Copyright © 2018 by Maureen Child
All rights reserved. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this ebook on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereafter invented, without the express written permission of the publisher, Harlequin Enterprises Limited, 22 Adelaide St. West, 40th Floor, Toronto, Ontario M5H 4E3, Canada.
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. This edition published by arrangement with Harlequin Books S.A.
® and ™ are trademarks of the publisher. Trademarks indicated with ® are registered in the United States Patent and Trademark Office, the Canadian Intellectual Property Office and in other countries.
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Maureen Child, Bombshell for the Boss
