An After-Hours Affair

paychecks.”

Davey grinned, while the rest of the boys sobered, obviously absorbing the information.

“Tell you what,” said Mitch. “I think I can do a little better than an autograph. Davey, you drop me an email through the Tigers’ website, and I’ll hook us up with some tickets to the next Houston game.”

Five sets of eyes went wide. “Seriously, man?”

“You bet.” He draped an arm across Jenny’s shoulders. “But right now I’ve got some pizza getting cold.”

“Oh, man!”

“That’s awesome!”

“Thank you, sir!”

The boys’ calls of appreciation followed them as he steered Jenny along the path to the restaurant veranda.

“Were you serious about that?” she asked.

“The tickets?”

“No. Well, you better have been serious about the tickets.”

“I was.”

“I meant about Cole. I assume Cole was the baseball player in your story.”

“He was.”

She twisted her head to stare up at him. “Cole owns part of the Texas Tigers?”

“He owns a company that owns part of the Texas Tigers.”

“Why hasn’t he ever said anything?”

“To who? I knew. I expect plenty of other people did, too.”

“I never knew.”

He gave her shoulder a reflexive squeeze. “You’re smart, Jenny. But nobody knows everything.”

She harrumphed. “Well, now I know this.”

“Does that put him on your husband list?”

Jenny immediately jerked away from Mitch’s arm, glaring at him, putting a few feet of distance between them while her voice ramped up an octave. “How dare you?”

He wasn’t really sure how he’d dared. The question had just popped out.

“Have I ever done anything to make you think I’d marry a man for his money?”

“I only just found out you wanted to get married at all.” Though he supposed he’d long since suspected. Jenny was exactly the kind of girl who should settle down with a family. She’d be a great mother, an amazing wife.

He swallowed against a dry throat.

“And I am exceedingly sorry I ever told you that.” She put her nose in the air and flounced toward the veranda, ending the conversation.

Five

Jenny kicked off her boots and tossed her small purse onto one of the two queen-size beds in the opulent hotel room in downtown Houston. It was nearly two in the morning. The excitement of the game and party had long since worn off, and now she was simply exhausted.

“I don’t understand why you said no,” Emily said as she dropped down onto the couch that faced two blue upholstered armchairs in front of a bay window offering a view of the nighttime city.

“To Mitch, fixing me up? You don’t see an inherent conflict there?”

“You mean because you’re in love with him?”

“I am not in love with him,” she quickly denied. “I was temporarily infatuated with him. And, sure, I slept with him. But I recognized my mistake, and I’m moving on.”

“So, where’s the conflict? Heck, I’d like him to set me up. Did you get a look at some of his friends?”

Jenny sat down in one of the armchairs, curling her feet beneath her. “Like Cole? You two looked pretty cozy when we got back to the table.”

Emily blew out a disgusted breath and waved her hand through the air. “Cole? Why do you think I’d handicap my children’s genetics by hooking up with Cole?”

“Cole’s brilliant.”

“He’s barely five foot ten. And this is Texas. You don’t think my sons will want to try out for the football team someday?”

“Cole plays baseball.”

Emily arched a brow. “This is Texas,” she repeated.

“You don’t even like football.”

“But my kids will. And I can rah rah on the sidelines along with any good mother.”

“Okay. How about this? Cole owns twenty percent of the Texas Tigers.”

That information seemed to give Emily pause. “Seriously?”

“That’s what Mitch just told me.” Jenny’s thoughts went back to their conversation. “You know, Mitch was awfully good with those teenagers. We were right in the middle of an argument, but he just switched on the charm.”

“That’s our Mitch. Diplomatic and charming, no matter what the circumstances.”

As she digested Emily’s words, an unsettling thought crept into Jenny’s mind, hollowing out her stomach. “Do you think…” she began slowly. “Do you think he does it with me?”

“Does what?”

“Turns on the diplomacy. In the office. When we’re together. Do you think I’ve been seeing the polished, professional Mitch, and not the real guy?”

“It’s possible,” Emily ventured. “It does seem to be second nature to him.”

“And it’s exactly why they appointed him to the interim presidency. He can smooth things over, make everyone feel happy, even when he’s telling them no.” Jenny swallowed. “Oh, dear. This is humiliating.”

“Why?”

“He’s been handling me, just like he handles everyone else. I had a crush on the persona. I don’t even know the real guy.” Jenny stood up and paced across the room. “Do you think that’s why he slept with me?” When she thought back to the conversation, she felt the blood drain from her face. “The last thing I said to him before he got all gooey and romantic was that I was upset he hadn’t noticed my new look. Then, all of a sudden, he couldn’t say enough flowery things.”

She hung her head, shoulders drooping. “He fed me a line. He told me exactly what I wanted to hear. Good grief, I’ve seen him do it to a hundred different people. And then, when I practically threw myself into his arms…” Jenny couldn’t bring herself to finish the thought. She could never, ever face Mitch again.

“It was a mercy-” Emily pressed her lips shut.

“Just kill me,” Jenny squeaked. “Toss me off the balcony, and put me out of my misery.”

Emily came to her feet. “It’s not that bad.”

“Not that bad?”

Emily braced her hands on Jenny’s shoulders. “He can’t read your mind. All he knows is that the two of you had a one-night fling. If it was an unemotional fling for him, there’s no reason it wasn’t an unemotional fling for you. He wants to put it behind you. You do, too. Case closed.”

“Case closed?” Jenny found her voice trembling.

“You’re a logical woman, Jenny. And putting it behind you makes good sense. Heck, you’ve seen him a dozen times since that night. You’ve made it through the awkwardness. The tough part is over.”

“Yes.” Jenny forced herself to nod in agreement. The tough part was over. She’d do her job, professionally and thoroughly, just like she’d always done. Mitch was diplomatic. She could be just as diplomatic. And she’d keep her emotions well away from anything to do with Mitch.

“You going to let him fix you up?” asked Emily.

“Not a chance.”

“You want Cole?”