The Boss Next Door by Roz Denny Fox

Author:Roz Denny Fox
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2013-03-12T04:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

THE ENTIRE WEEKEND Sherry didn’t catch sight of Garrett again. He called Saturday to ask her advice on wording the dog ad. She had reservations about it for Keith’s sake. But in the end, she suggested also placing a notice in the neighborhood newspaper that was distributed free to homes near the school.

Yvette kept a low profile, too. Though Sherry was in and out running errands and doing laundry, their paths never crossed. Sherry doubted they’d salvage any part of the friendship that’d been forged when they were young. And it saddened her.

She also dwelt on the feelings that had developed between her and Garrett. After examining it from all angles, she’d come to the conclusion that the kiss had sprung from the tension of the moment. Nothing more.

Sherry was sure her assessment was correct when Garrett rushed into her office on Monday morning asking for—no, demanding—figures to take to his first budget exercise. She called them exercises because they were repetitive and raised everyone’s blood pressure for weeks.

The way he barked at her, she decided any real or perceived emotions they’d shared had flown from his mind two seconds after parting—if those feelings had ever been more than a figment of her imagination. If anyone had even jokingly said a simple kiss would have such a profound effect on her, Sherry would have laughed outright. Since he’d certainly erased all memories of it, she’d show him she could be just as blasé.

“I saw your ad in Sunday’s paper,” she said by way of polite conversation. “I didn’t expect it to run so quickly.”

He glanced up blankly from a stack of reports Angel had handed him. “Ad?”

She could almost see his mind screech to a halt. “Lost and found. For Rags,” she reminded him, leaning casually on the table where he was seated.

His eyes were level with a chunky gold-chain belt Sherry wore loosely looped around her hips. It circled a lime silk blouse that fell over the orangest orange skirt Garrett had ever seen. A floaty skirt reaching her knees on legs that were long and smooth and tanned. Garrett coughed, doing his best to refocus on the figures covering the pages now strewn over the tabletop.

“Well, did you get any calls on Sunday afternoon or evening?”

“Calls?” Garrett felt like a parrot. Some part of his brain functioned enough to know that. The rest was frozen in a purely male response linked to the vision shimmering before him.

“You think that by not talking about Rags the problem will disappear? I’m here to tell you it won’t. Not that you’ll care, but last night I phoned Ron and laid the groundwork for Keith to keep Rags in the town house. Ron hasn’t agreed yet. But he hasn’t said no, either. You’re to give him a jingle if the pup’s owner doesn’t show up.”

Garrett managed to assimilate every third word. Enough to get the drift. “No one called,” he admitted gruffly. “Keith is flying in the clouds. I tried to tell him it’s early to claim victory.

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