Sweet Deal

“We’ll see, thanks. Maybe we have someone internally we can move into your position.” He shook his head. “Wow. That takes some guts. I wish you well, though.”

“And keep me in mind if you need a consultant.” Jake gri

His boss laughed. “Yeah. I’ll do that.”

Jake returned to his office, excitement building in him now that he’d done it. Holy shit! He’d quit his job. He laughed out loud, alone in his office, eager to share his news with Shelby. He didn’t want to tell her over the phone though. He’d go see her later, tell her in person, and celebrate with some sheet-twisting sex, maybe. He knew she’d be happy for him, after her encouragement last night, and he wanted to see that approval on her face, to know she had his back.

Oh man. He was in deep, no doubt about it. It was terrifying. Exhilarating. But terrifying.

He worked late, emerging onto the sidewalk in the evening sunshine. Much of the rush-hour traffic had disappeared, although the downtown street was still busy with people going for after-work drinks or di

She looked up and saw him. His footsteps slowed but he kept walking toward her.

Her smile was lovely, if a bit hesitant. “Hi.”

“Hi, Gia

“Just…um…parking.”

He lifted an eyebrow.

“I never heard back from you,” she said in a rush. “You said you’d think about it. I’m going crazy, Jake! I wanted to see you!”

“I’ve been busy.”

Her eyebrows slanted down. “With that girl? The one who works for Andrew?”

“Yeah.”

“Are you in love with her?”

He stared at her, unwilling to go there even in his own mind.

“Just have a drink with me,” she said, laying her hand on his arm.

Were they really having problems, her and Andrew? He searched her face. Maybe he should talk to her, find out what was going on. Maybe in some way this would help him help Shelby.

“Okay.”

“It’s late and my mind isn’t working.” Andrew leaned back in his chair. “Let’s call it a night and talk more about this tomorrow.”

Shelby nodded and gathered up her papers. “Okay.” But even though her head was pounding and she was so, so tired, she wasn’t finished. She’d shared with him what she’d learned about the intake process and changes that needed to be made to it, and how it impacted the new payments system project. She’d wanted to make sure she had all her facts and figures straight before she talked to him. He liked facts and figures. Now she and Andrew had spent hours going over everything, and she sensed his concern about the project. But she still hadn’t shared her potential solution.

It was late. She rubbed her throbbing temples, still tired from the funeral and everything that had happened, and then catching up with work.

“Go home,” Andrew said gently. “Better yet, let’s go get a drink. You could probably use it.”

She bit her lip and looked away from him. How many times could she say no? He knew she had a boyfriend now. She’d made sure to mention Jake as much as she could when he’d asked about Adam’s funeral and how Kiara was doing. She was tired and all she wanted to do was go home, but maybe she could still talk a little business and tell Andrew she thought she knew how to fix things so the project could move forward.

“Sure. Okay.”

They left the office together and walked down the street and around the corner to the small bar they sometimes went to for happy-hour drinks, Callahan’s, a popular after-work place.

They walked into the dimly lit bar, and the noise of voices talking mingled with music and clinking glasses surrounded them. Shelby blinked. Why had she agreed to this? She really just wanted to go home. And see Jake. But Andrew was her boss, and her job was important to her.

She sca

“I guess.”

They moved toward the long bar of polished oak and glass, a huge mirror behind it. They found two stools near the end of the bar, and Shelby climbed up onto one. The mirror behind the bar reflected the room back to her. Reflected the image of a man who looked like Jake. A smile breaking across her face, she swiveled on her stool to look at him in person, to make sure it was in fact him, ready to go over to him.

It was him all right, but he wasn’t alone. He sat at a small table in the dim recesses of the bar with a dark-haired woman who had Shelby’s eyes almost popping out of her head. Andrew’s wife!

Her mouth fell open as she stared at Jake and Gia

“What’s wrong?” Andrew turned too to see what she was looking at. Shelby made a squeak of warning but it wasn’t even a word and it was too late. He too had spotted Jake and Gia

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he breathed. His cheeks got very red and his breath came fast and shallow.

Chapter Eighteen

Shelby turned back to Jake and Gia

Okay, she knew he already knew Gia

Andrew slid off his stool. Shelby put out an arm to stop him, but why she had no idea. It was his wife, sitting there with another man. He shook her hand off, fire blazing in his eyes, his mouth a grim line, and strode toward the small table.

Jake and Gia

Shelby scrambled down off the stool and trailed behind Andrew. Was he that furious to see his wife with another man? There couldn’t be anything going on between Gia

But it hurt to see him with another woman, she had to admit, even though she tried to tell herself nothing could be going on. Even though technically she had no stake in this. She and Jake didn’t have a real relationship.

Except, after the night after the funeral, she’d realized maybe Riley and Myra had been right and she had been in denial about the truth. Now she knew she was in love with Jake.

Andrew, on the other hand, had a right to be pissed. The way Jake and Gia

“What the fuck is going on here?” Andrew demanded, earning a couple of startled glances from the three men at the next table.

“Andrew!” Gia

Shelby stared at him, every question bouncing around in her brain surely showing on her face. And a flicker of something—what?—passed over Jake’s face.

What the hell was going on?

Okay, this wasn’t what he’d had in mind when he’d agreed to have a drink with Gia