high school, had been too busy having fun to study, and she had no real skills other than tying a cherry stem with her tongue. Go me! As an aspiring millionaire, that little talent might not get her very far.
Cora clucked as she handed over a twenty and a fifty. Ten for the sandwich and five for the delivery, plus the five he usually gave her for a tip, on top of todayâs time management tip.
âListened to our conversation through the speakerphone, did you?â Jessie Kay asked drily.
âA good assistant must anticipate her bossâs needs. Speaking of, you should give him a break, Miss Dillon. Heâs had a rough go of it lately.â
âExcuse me? Did you just say heâs had a rough go of it?â Please! âIâm an orphan schlepping a sandwich to an ungrateful bazillionaire during the new ice age. I deserve a break.â
A roll of the older womanâs eyes. âBoth of his friends are now engaged.â
âSo? My sister and best friend are now engaged. Thatâs a cause for celebration.â Except, she sometimes wanted to sob like a baby. She loved Brook Lynn and Harlow with all her heart, but sooner or later things were going to change. The girls would direct their full attention to their new families, and rightly so, while Jessie Kay, the only single gal, would become nothing but background noise.
Part of her wanted to pull away now, slowly, so it would hurt less, but the rest of her was determined to enjoy their time together while it lasted. To finally prove her love. âJustââ mind your own business ââhave a nice day, Miz Higal.â
She soared through the door, cold air delivering a thousand bitch-slaps of shock. How she longed for the arrival of the next seasonâtornadoâwhich would lead to her favorite seasonâhotter than hell.
Maybe sheâd text her club buddy Sunny Day and go somewhere to blow off a little steam...and what the heck was she doing, reverting to old habits? No, no, a thousand times no.
Daniel Porter stepped from the shadows, stopping her in her tracks.
âJessie Kay.â
âMove. Now.â She wasnât putting up with insults from another man. And this one would insult her. They used to date, and they hadnât parted on friendly terms.
âSorry, but Iâm right where I want to be.â
Stubborn to his core. But then, he was an Army Ranger, so he had to be.
Heâd returned from an overseas tour a few months ago, and one of the first things heâd done was ask her out. Sheâd said yes so fast her tongue had practically caught fire. He was a beautiful man with dark hair and emerald eyes, the body of a warrior, and the aloof attitude that made (crazy) women dream of taming him.
It wasnât long before sheâd realized he expected to jump straight into bed, no dinner, no movie, and sheâd gotten the impression heâd climb out the window the moment they finished. So, night after night sheâd insisted on dinner and a movie, doing nothing more than kissing him goodbye every time they parted. Finally heâd moved on. But instead of being honest about his reasons for dumping her, heâd blamed her continued association with Jase and Beck, the men sheâd once slept with. As if sheâd ever go for round two with Brook Lynn and Harlowâs leftovers.
âFine. Iâll move.â She sidestepped him, but he was used to dealing with hostiles and just sidestepped with her.
âI want to apologize for the way I treated you,â he said, and she stilled from shock alone. âFor the way I ended things.â
An actual apology? That was a first. And after her interaction with West, it was also a soothing balm. Unless... âIs this a ploy to get into my pants?â
âOnly partly.â
The corner of her mouth quirked up, and some of the starch faded from her shoulders. âYour honesty deserves a reward. Youâre partly
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