Summer of Joanna by Janice Carter

Author:Janice Carter
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-12-15T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TEN

“URGENT CALL FOR YOU, Mr. Sinclair, on line three. He refuses to be put off.”

Matt scowled. He had fifteen minutes to scan the documents one last time for the largest merger he’d thus far negotiated in his career. He’d already used up five precious minutes first thing that morning anguishing over telephoning Kate and then had chickened out when the brisk hello of her voice mail answered. Put the receiver down in a cold sweat. Just like a teenager.

Still, his secretary was excellent at fielding calls, so he knew he’d have to take this one. He checked the time again. The team should be finishing their prelunch snacks in the boardroom. He forced himself to relax. The whole Marchant-Barnes business couldn’t have come at a worse time. Not to mention the added complication of one Kate Reilly.

He sighed. Maybe the million-plus commission he’d snare from the merger would give him an advantage there. Sighed again. Doubted it. Not with someone who appeared as genuine as Kate Reilly. Which was precisely what attracted him to her. Along with a few obvious other traits, of course…

“Mr. Sinclair?” his secretary prompted.

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll take it. And, Paula, I’ve approved the press release. I’ll have it delivered to you as soon as the papers have been signed. Thanks, I appreciate it. We all worked hard. Oh, and can you confirm those luncheon reservations for us? Two o’clock at the Ritz. I think about ten of us. Not counting you. Of course I want you there. Okay, thanks, Paula.”

He pressed the phone button and, clutching the receiver to his ear, resumed skimming the merger documents. “Sinclair here. What can I do for you? What?”

He tossed his pen onto the desk. “Are you sure? You talked to her? Damn.” His stomach roiled. “She actually asked outright? God, what was she thinking? What’s that? I don’t believe it. Say what you want. She’s not the type. I told you—” He stopped, his mind racing.

He couldn’t think clearly at all, the figures from the documents and Kate marching into the bar swirling together in a nauseating concoction. He took a calming breath, then said, “So now what? Uh-huh. I don’t know…it’s your call. Your show. Yeah, yeah. Call me tomorrow.” Matt set the receiver down and lowered his face into his hands. Great timing.

He was torn between throttling Kate and begging her to take a nice long holiday somewhere—anywhere—away from Manhattan. And now there was this other, unpredictable side of Kate. One he didn’t dare contemplate. Not now.

The intercom buzzed again. “Mr. Sinclair? They’re ready for you.”

Matt groaned. “Okay. Be right there.” He inhaled deeply, forced Kate Reilly out of his mind, shuffled the papers in order and headed for the door. Hoping he wasn’t about to blow a million bucks.

THE FIRST THING Kate did when she got back to her flat was check her voice mail. For some reason she’d hoped there’d be a message from Matt. But nothing. She felt like flinging the phone across the room.

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