The Sweetest Hours (Harlequin Superromance) Read Free

quite like this. But he needed to convince her that he wasn’t a threat.
    He looked her straight in the eyes. They were pale green and luminescent. The color reminded him of rolling fields in the springtime, but even more beautiful. “George Smith,” he said.
    It was another lie. A complete and utter fabrication, but he didn’t feel a twinge of guilt, because it was his “security name.”
    A look must’ve crossed his face, because a crease formed on her forehead. “What are you here for today, George?”
    He tensed slightly. The moment he’d been waiting for. If she had chatted around the bush much longer, he would have thought less of her. As it was, she was utterly charming about it.
    He opened his briefcase and handed her the folded letter. He’d hoped not to have to show it to anyone other than Andrew. It only increased complications.
    She glanced questioningly from the letter to him. He kept silent, steepled his hands and waited as she opened it and read.
    The printed orders were on letterhead from the CEO of Aura Botanicals, her company. “To Whom it May Concern,” it began, informing the reader to give “all and any assistance to Mr. George Smith, consultant.”
    She put down the letter. “You’re a consultant? What kind?”
    He frowned. “I specialize in brand expansion and cost savings.”
    “So you’re a marketing guy?”
    “Business strategy, actually.”
    “Why are you here alone on a Saturday? Is Jay selling the company?”
    For a split second, Malcolm almost broke his mask. She was more perceptive than Andrew had been. “No,” he said carefully. “Jay doesn’t want to alarm anyone. He just wants suggestions to improve profitability so he can expand the label.”
    She digested his answer. “Are you talking about the ‘Morning Botanicals’ product line? Because I’ll tell you, that’s my favorite. People especially like the shampoo, but most can’t find it in stores due to spotty distribution. Maybe you could tell Jay that.”
    “Kristin, there are one hundred twenty-five people in your company. Why don’t you tell him?”
    “Well, I would, but his wife died a few months ago, and Jay isn’t as available as he used to be. He took her death hard. We all did.” She shrugged, moving to stand in front of the heater again. “We don’t see him as often as we used to around here.”
    Which explained the state of the company financials. But Malcolm would discuss nothing of the sort with anyone besides Jay, the CEO.
    “May I get back to work, please?” He held his hand out for the letter. God help him if he had to use it again.
    “What kind of work are you planning to do today?” she asked, holding back his letter.
    He sighed. She just wouldn’t let him off the hook. The irony was, it made him respect her more. “Fine, I’ll tell you. Andrew gave me the computer password so I could retrieve the reports I need from the system. I also need to have a look at the factory equipment. Andrew gave me diagrams, but I’d rather observe for myself.”
    “Interesting,” she said, perusing the set of schematics showing the layout of the machinery on the floor. “Did you know I made those drawings?”
    “That’s...perfect.”
    “Why?”
    She was entirely guileless. And she seemingly knew everything about the operations and the company.
    “Because I could use your help,” he said.
    “I don’t know....” She shook her head, smiling, tapping the letter against her chin. “The directive to give you assistance is definitely from Jay, because I know his signature.” She handed the letter back to him. “But, how do I know you’re George Smith? You really should show me some identification.”
    He’d prepared for this, and he gave her his best sheepish look. “I’d like to, but my wallet is in the hotel safe.”
    “You came here without a wallet?”
    “I was dropped off by a driver,” he said honestly. The driver was supposed to stay with him for the day, but he hadn’t felt well