Her spine went rigid, giving her small frame an impressive air of power that almost overshadowed the shimmer of tears in her expressive amber eyes. “What about my integrity? My self-respect? My
“Shayna, I know it’s hard, but you can’t look at this situation emotionally.” He softened his tone, wanting to soothe rather than agitate. “It’s a business deal, pure and simple, and it benefits everyone involved.”
“What about you? How do you benefit?”
“This isn’t about me. I’ve simply been hired to execute the paperwork.”
She eyed him shrewdly. “But you have a vested interest in seeing that things work out in Walker’s favor.”
“Yes.”
“More than just a vested interest, I’d say, if you followed me halfway across the country. What’s in this for you?”
Under normal circumstances, Kyle would never discuss his personal stakes, but these weren’t normal circumstances. “Dr. Walker is one of our firm’s most influential clients. Handling this case is my final step to making partner.”
“Aren’t you kind of young to be a partner?”
“I’ll be the youngest by ten years, but I’ve worked my entire life to earn the honor. It’s all I’ve ever wanted, and I’m very determined when it comes to achieving my goals.”
“Determined enough to align yourself with manipulative, dishonest people like Dr. Walker?”
He opened his mouth, not sure if he planned to defend Walker or himself, but she cut him off.
“Never mind. I can’t talk about this anymore tonight.” She clutched the bundle of red fabric and stood. “I think I’ll call it a day.”
Ordinarily, at this point in a debate, with his opponent so obviously on the ropes, Kyle would force the issue and seize victory. Tonight, however, with Shayna, he couldn’t stomach the idea of kicking her while she was down.
“But it’s only seven-thirty.”
“I guess I’m more tired than I thought.” The slump in her shoulders and the lines between her brows spoke more of weariness than sleepiness.
“What about the movie?” he asked, suddenly desperate for her to stay and relax. He wanted to see the joy return to her face.
A wistful look flashed across her face. “It is one of my favorites.”
“Then don’t go. No more shoptalk tonight. I promise.”
Her eyebrows twitched, her doubt a tangible force in the room. “Then whatever will we talk about?”
He heard the flicker of humor return to her voice. Not bothering to fight back his grin, he gestured to the sofa. “So, what’s the deal with the ball of red fabric?”
Her look of relief was almost comical. “It’s my costume for the upcoming Noel Festival. I’m Ms. Noel.”
“So you’re the star of the show?”
She eased back down on the sofa, favoring him with a tentative smile before feeding a length of red thread through a needle. “More like head volunteer. Ms. Noel serves as hostess for all the festival’s fundraising events.”
“Ah, local Christmas traditions. Definite social chitchat kind of stuff. Tell me more.”
“Wellll.” She drew the word out, her lips puckering as if she were shooting him a kiss across the room. “Everything kicks off Saturday night with the Junior Miss Noel Pageant. Ms. Noel serves as the master of ceremonies. Then Sunday is the countywide toy drive.”
“Will the weather clear up enough for you to make both events?”
“If it doesn’t, I’ll just have to hike back to town. Can’t have the Noel Festival without Ms. Noel.” Her fingers flew over the dress’s edge.
“That’s some pretty powerful optimism you have there.”
“What’s the alternative? Walk around expecting the worst? That’s no fun.”
“Life isn’t always about having fun,” he pointed out.
“Trust me, I’m well aware of that. But what have you got to lose by choosing sunshine over gloom and doom?”
He leaned back in his chair, his fingers linked across his chest. “Nothing, I guess, but being prepared helps mitigate the damage when the inevitable gloom and doom hits.”
Shayna rolled here eyes. “No, it doesn’t. Sitting around waiting for bad things to happen doesn’t make them any less horrible. It just makes life miserable all the time.”
“So you’re saying we should skip around whistling a happy tune all the time and ignore reality?”
“I’m saying we should skip and whistle whenever we can, so we have happy memories to fight for when trouble comes. If you don’t treasure the sunshine, why even bother fighting against the gloom and doom?”
Damn good thing it was a rhetorical question, because Kyle, whose life had been sorely lacking in sunshine, sure as hell didn’t have an answer.
Chapter Five
After a night of too much thinking and too little sleeping, Kyle finally crawled out of bed around 8:00 a.m. For the first time in his career, his objectivity was slipping.
Shayna was getting to him, working her way around his emotional shields, tempting him to care. She’d even gotten him to break his cardinal rule against talking about his past.
He had to put an end to this growing connection, had to find a way to keep her firmly in the opposition role, to stop seeing her as a desirable, intriguing woman he wanted to spend a week in bed with.
His body sprung to full attention at the idea of a naked, sleepy Shayna in his bed. “Holy hell.” He threw back the covers and sat up, rubbing a hand over his face. Never in his life had he been this affected by one particular woman, and he damned sure didn’t like it.
The cabin was dead quiet when he opened the bedroom door. A weak, ashy light strained through the sheer curtains, signaling what he assumed was this morning’s lack of sunshine. In the kitchen, he found the coffeemaker set and ready to go. All he had to do was push the green button and wait.
The heady scent of morning brew gave a few of his brain cells a head start. Behind him, he heard a click-clack and turned just in time for Brinks to jump on his chest rather than his back. He staggered under the dog’s weight.
In place of last night’s toothy scowl, the beast wore what could only be described as a grin. His tail wagged fast enough to power a small country.
“Good morning, Dr. Jekyll. I met your alter ego last night.”
The dog woofed, then jumped down and made a beeline for the back door. Understanding the urgency, Kyle let him out. A thin sheet of ice coated everything. Both his and Brinks’s breath turned to steam in the frigid morning air.
Under different circumstances, he might find the scene beautiful. The world looked clean and calm. But today, he didn’t want clean and calm. He wanted to wrap things up and be on his way. He needed to get back to his world, to claim his partnership and move forward with his life.
Back inside, the coffeemaker dinged. Kyle called the dog and they hustled inside. With his first, vital cup of coffee in hand, he began pacing the quiet confines of Shayna’s home.
His brain spun at warp speed, contemplating how to turn this roadblock into his advantage. He had to find a way to capitalize on having Shayna’s undivided attention, because by God, when the roads and bridges cleared, he
Thinking of the bridge reminded him of last night’s accident and the e-mail he hadn’t gotten to read. Anticipating the key to getting this job done, he stalked back into his room and dug his cell phone out of his briefcase. He flipped open the phone. Good battery, zero reception. Damn.
He quickly layered on all the dry clothing he had, both his and hers, and after stuffing the phone in his pocket, headed for the front yard to hunt for an active cell signal. He jerked the sweatshirt’s hood over his head and carefully navigated his way across her front yard. Frozen grass crunched beneath his feet like broken glass.
