or Lederman committed to him, he had to figure out what the hell the man was hiding.
And he had to fill Mallory in on today’s change of plans. A quick shower to clear his head and he’d have no choice but to face his beautiful, no longer repressed colleague. His only consolation lay in the fact that she had to face him as well.
“ANSWER THE PHONE.” Mallory tapped a pencil against the wooden nightstand in her hotel room and listened to the incessant ringing in her ear. Where was Julia and why wasn’t she answering the phone? Leave it to her night-owl cousin to be out at the crack of dawn the one time Mallory needed her advice. Her more worldly advice.
Mallory might enjoy feminine accessories, lingerie and the more sensual touches, but her experience with the opposite sex was lacking. With most of her time spent on her career, she rarely had the opportunity for relationships or the time to devote to the how-to’s of snagging a man or keeping his interest. Not that she wanted to maintain Jack’s interest, she assured herself. She’d already proved her point and satisfied a fantasy in the process. Time to move on.
But she desperately needed to talk to her cousin, her closest friend since childhood. The one person who could help put last night in perspective for her. Once Julia got past the shock. Mallory’s spur-of-the-moment decision regarding Jack had been more out of character than even he realized. She’d astonished herself and could only imagine what he thought of her now.
No one answered on the other end of the phone. Apparently she’d have to rely on herself, something she’d done all her life on the fast career track, so there was no reason why she couldn’t trust her judgment now. She hung up the phone and sat up straighter, feeling more confident with the reminder.
Last night she’d had Jack eating out of the palm of her hand, or more accurately off the grapes around her neck, she thought, shivering at the sensual onslaught of memory. His tongue lapping her skin, his lips moist and warm against her flesh, inches away from the slope of her breast and the rigid, aching nipple. She closed her eyes and allowed the remembered sensation to wash over her before forcing her mind back to today’s reality. If she could handle him in the throes of passion, she could certainly handle him over the breakfast table this morning.
Having made her point, things between them could return to normal. She repeated the mantra throughout her morning shower and regular routine, and reiterated the words as she made her way down to the coffee shop inside the hotel where they were scheduled to meet with Mr. Lederman. At least she’d have the eccentric older man as a buffer between them to break any initial tension.
The hostess walked her to an empty table and she chose the seat facing into the restaurant. With no breathtaking view to look at, no fresh air and ocean breeze blowing through her hair, and neither the tangy scent of salt nor the warm coconut fragrance of sunscreen to wreak havoc on her senses and distract her, she should be able to concentrate on business with no problem, Mallory thought.
And then she laid eyes on Jack as he walked into the restaurant.
She thought she’d been prepared. His preppy afternoon outfit yesterday had been charming. His casual choice of clothing last night had been sexy but manageable. But today’s choice of royal-blue swim trunks and white athletic tank top revealing deeply bronzed skin threatened to be her undoing, leaving her breathless and speechless at the same time.
Not a good combination for a woman who’d convinced herself she was in control. “Morning, Jack.” She pasted on her brightest smile and met his gaze.
“Mallory.” His voice was gruff, reminding her of all that had passed between them last night.
He stared at her, eyebrows lifted high, shock registered on his face. She knew without him saying a word, her clothes and hairstyle both surprised and disappointed him. Her choices had been a deliberate part of her plan to return things between them to normal.
But her heart had begun a frantic, pounding beat, one she couldn’t calm with slow, deep breaths or a calculated selection of wardrobe. Normal obviously couldn’t be achieved by outward appearances alone. Not anymore. She sighed. Yet another sign she’d crossed into scary territory with this man.
Determined to maintain control, she held his gaze, refusing to back down first until he finally averted his stare with a muttered growl. He seated himself, not across the table from her as she’d expected, but close beside her. Too close.
His body heat, greater than the morning sun overhead, put her even more off balance. Only a verbal barb could maintain distance between them now.
She forced a welcoming smile. “I was starting to think I’d have to call out the National Guard to look for you,” she said. “Rough night?”
Jack blinked and exerted all the energy he possessed into remaining in his seat and
Anger and frustration. He wasn’t sure which emotion was stronger but he refused to let her see either.
He shook his napkin out and placed it on his lap. “Nope. I slept fine. You?”
She shrugged. “No problem.”
A waitress paused at the table to hand them menus. “Coffee while you’re waiting for the third person?” she asked.
“Yes, please,” Jack said. “But there’s been a change and it’s just the two of us for breakfast.”
Mallory gasped in surprise and Jack took perverse pleasure in being able to shock her as well.
“I’ll give you a few minutes to decide, then.” The other woman walked away.
“What happened to Mr. Lederman?” Mallory asked.
“He got called out of town.”
“Over the weekend?” she asked incredulously. “With us waiting here to discuss the possibility of handling his divorce?”
So it sounded strange to her, too. Jack nodded. “Doesn’t make sense to me either. We’re going to have to figure out what’s going on with him.”
“Do you think he’s having an affair?”
“Good possibility.”
“You didn’t need to think that one over.” A frown turned her lips downward.
He preferred her smiling. “Never discount any angle.”
She tipped her head to the side and he imagined her black hair falling over her shoulders in disarray. After last night’s revelation, not even the severe bun was a distraction to his hormones.
“After you mentioned his disappearing act in the sauna yesterday, I tried to come up with the one thing he’d hide from his potential attorney. An affair was it. I mean anything else and he’d come clean.”
“Possibly. I’ll talk to him as soon as he gets back. If we’re going to represent him I don’t want any surprises. The more we know the more we can prepare for ahead of time.”
“Sounds like a good plan. I’ll work on getting information on Mrs. Lederman in the meantime. Maybe you could scour the premises or something. There’s got to be information waiting to be dug up by an intrepid guy like yourself.”
Jack muttered about crazy women, grabbed for the menu and flipped it to the breakfast offerings on the back.
Mallory did the same. As she sat perusing the choices, Jack wondered if she was as calm inside as she appeared. His ego needed to believe she wasn’t finding the cover as easy this morning as it had been in the past.
Last night had convinced him
“Have you decided?” The waitress returned, interrupting his train of thought.
“Mallory?”
“You go first. I’m not sure yet.”
“I’ll have the Hungry Person Breakfast.” Jack handed the other woman the menu. “I missed dinner last night and I’m starving.”
Jack spoke to the waitress, but his gaze never left Mallory and he was rewarded. With his mention of last night, a flush crept up her cheeks, betraying her outward calm.
“Whatever happened to Hungry Man or Hungry Woman?” Mallory asked, an obvious attempt to distract herself
