Tags:
Catherine Bybee,
enemies to lovers,
small town romance,
sweet romance,
opposites attract,
Cindi Madsen,
Marina Adair,
Julia London,
Boston,
fake relationship,
fake fiance
glancing at Chris.
Chris took the hint and made a thumb gesture behind her. “Right. I have to go make some phone calls anyway.”
Sabrina folded her arms, knowing Jack wasn’t the type to mince words or waste time. Especially if that time was his. “What’s so important you want to talk to me about, boss ?”
He leaned in and lowered his voice. “You can cut the congratulations and the boss crap. For your information, I didn’t get the National Sales Manager position.”
Now she was surprised. “But I thought—”
“Yeah. I know.” His forehead wrinkled in a frown. “Me too.”
She studied Jack and for a second, she almost felt sorry for him. She knew how much he’d wanted that position. Everybody knew. Then she remembered how she was passed over for the Connecticut wholesaler position because Jack had wanted it, and that moment of sympathy passed just as quickly as it came. He could charm any woman and had everyone in the company eating out of his hand merely because he was Leonard Brenner’s son. But it obviously took a lot more than connections to get the board of directors to give him that coveted position. Did it make her a bad person that she felt some satisfaction that the Boy Wonder finally didn’t get what he wanted?
Still, good manners compelled her to say something encouraging. “I’m sorry, Jack. I know how it feels when things don’t go according to plan.”
“Yeah, I’m sorry too,” he said, gesturing to her bare engagement finger.
She stuffed her hands in her pockets and lifted her chin. She didn’t know why, but Jack Brenner knowing anything about her personal life rankled her more than it should have and as a result she felt an overpowering need to save face. “You heard wrong. I am still engaged. In fact, we’ll be setting a wedding date soon. Very soon.”
“Oh. My mistake. I wish you both lots of luck then.”
“Thanks, we’ll need that luck. After all, we all can’t be you .” She lifted an eyebrow in challenge. “Number three on Boston magazine’s Top Ten list of Bachelors? Wow, that’s quite an accomplishment. How do you do it?”
Those full lips of his curved in amusement. “Well, you know what Walt Disney said: ‘All our dreams can come true—if we have the courage to pursue them’.”
“That and I’m sure the breakup with—what was that actress’s name? Gazelle?—moved you up the list.”
“Her name is Giselle.” His eyes narrowed dangerously. “So you’re the one who told my father about that. I knew you had it in for me. That move cost me the promotion.”
She snorted. “Oh, please. I didn’t have to tell him anything about what’s-her-boobs. He has eyes.”
He shook his head with a laugh. “You are the most uptight woman I’ve ever met.”
“You’re the most arrogant man I’ve ever met.”
“Who are you calling arro—”
The door to Mr. Brenner’s office swung open. Her boss’s expression was curious—and a bit cautious—as he stepped out and noticed them both standing there with fingers pointed in each other’s face.
“Ah, good,” he said, a smile growing on his lips. “Jack must have already told you the news.”
Sabrina blinked. “News?”
Jack cleared his throat. “Actually, no, I was just getting to that.”
“You were just getting to what?” she asked.
Mr. Brenner came alongside Jack and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I’ve moved Jack back home. He’ll now be covering the territory of Massachusetts up through Maine. Chuck Wilson will now cover Connecticut and New York.”
A fog began to swirl in her head as she pieced together that information. “But I worked with Chuck. That means…” Her gaze slowly traveled to Jack.
Jack actually had the nerve to look like he was enjoying himself. “You’ll be working with me .”
Oh, crud.
Mr. Brenner smiled at her. “I knew you wouldn’t have a problem with the switch.”
Sabrina’s world spun as she stared at her boss. She could see the family