Worst Week Ever (A Long Road to Love) Read Free Page B

experience with wolves in color-coordinated polyester.
Poor thing was as naïve as a newborn kitten. Hell, to his knowledge, she hadn’t
dated anyone since she’d come to work for him two years ago. The blond Adonis
would’ve had her in his camper bed within a half-hour.
    In the morning, Carrie would have hated
herself.
    He slipped his arm around her and
shifted his body a bit so she could rest more comfortably on his chest. Thank
God, he finally had her back. He felt better already. He’d be even happier once
David made these idiots realize saving a young lady from the seductive hands of
a flight attendant did not in any way constitute an act of terrorism.
    The door opened and David entered with
a man wearing a rumpled, poorly cut suit. “Trent, this is Mr. Adams. He has
personally signed your release but wishes to hear your assurance that you will
never pull this stunt again.”
    David’s glare warned him not to screw
around with this request.
    Trent looked up at the man. “I assure
you I will never do this again.” In the future, if had to send Carrie anywhere,
he would go with her.
    The man studied him. His hard, angry
eyes softened when they lit on Carrie. “Then you’re free to go.”
    Trent stood and lifted Carrie into his
arms. He now towered over the little man in the bad suit. “I’d shake your hand,
but mine are full.”
    A faint smile came to the man’s thin
lips as he stepped back so Trent could get the hell out of there.
    As they walked down the corridor,
David fell in line with him. “Is she okay?”
    “She’s just exhausted from working
twenty hours a day, enduring a hellish flight in coach, and then having these
idiots arrest her for terrorism.”
    “Lower your voice,” David snapped.
“The only reason I got you off with no charges, is because I convinced Mr.
Adams you were besotted with the young lady and the month separation had impaired
your normally good sense.”
    Trent glared at him. “I am not
besotted. Though, my life has been utter hell without her. She seems to be the
only damn person worth a dime in my company. Nobody else knows their asshole
from a golf hole.”
    David’s eyebrows rose. “Should I go
back and tell Mr. Adams I erred and you had no valid reasons for your
misbehavior?”
    “Not if you want to be paid.”
    “Given you dragged me out here at
midnight…trust me, I wish to be paid.”
    “And so you shall be.” He smiled as
the glass doors opened for him automatically. He liked automatic doors. They
gave him the respect he deserved. He already had one installed in the lobby of
his company, but maybe he’d have Carrie look into the cost of putting one in
his private office.
     He walked directly to the space his
limo had been six hours before. An old green Subaru in desperate need of a wash
sat in its place. “Where the hell is my car?”
    David pointed to the sign Temporary
Parking, Violators will be towed . “I hope you had a driver.”
    “I did. So where is he?”
    Carrie
muttered, “Call him.”
    Startled,
he looked down at her but she still slept peacefully. Damn if she didn’t have
good advice even in her dreams. Unfortunately, he couldn’t reach his phone with
her in his arms, and she’d definitely wake up if he put her down. “David, reach
into my side pants pocket and pull out my phone.
    “You could just…” David rolled his
eyes and retrieved the phone. “Not besotted, right,” he muttered under his
breath.
    “Dial two and put it to my ear.”
    He did as requested.
    Trent’s driver answered on the first
ring.
    “Sam, where are you?”
    “Getting gas. I’ve been circling so
long the tank was almost empty. Where are you?”
    “Waiting where you left me.”
    “I’ll be there in ten minutes.”
    “Make it five.” He looked at David
“Snap it closed.”
    His lawyer gently closed the phone.
    Trent glared. Why couldn’t anyone
follow his instructions? “I said snap it. I wished to communicate my
displeasure.”
    “Over what? Did he