unobstructed view of the land. The two chairs that sat in front of her desk were dark blue tweed with thick cushions. On the walls, she had framed photos of the Benton children and of Miller. On her desk was a much-loved photo of her father on horseback.
She shooed the workmen out of the room and started putting the furniture back into place, trying not to worry about being alone with Finn. Please let this be about business . I’ll gladly bake ten dozen cookies or donate money to a worthy cause. I don’t want to discuss anything on a personal level, especially anything about our past. I’m not ready for that. She could feel her heart beating as she paused to take a few quick breaths.
“Fuck.” The word was pulled from her throat. I’ve got to get control of myself. He can’t see how rattled I am. “ Calm, cool and professional,” she chanted as she moved the chair back into its position.
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Finn knocked on the side entrance door to Hale’s home. The assistant had told him that this was the entrance that Ms. Cameron preferred to use. The door was opened by a college-age blonde wearing cutoffs and an Indiana University T-shirt.
“Hello, I’m Ashley, Ms. Cameron’s Assistant. If you would follow me?” She led him to the formal parlor to the right of the foyer. “I’ll tell Ms. Cameron that you are here.” She tossed her ponytail as she left the room, all business, even though she was dressed casually.
Finn sat on the loveseat and tried to focus on what he wanted to discuss with Hale, or was it Ms. Cameron? It would be interesting to see how she would handle this meeting. He anticipated that she would be every bit the successful career woman that her father bragged about.
Hale had graduated from the University of Florida, gone on to receive a M.B.A., and worked for a well-respected accounting firm in Tampa. She’d managed a team specializing in forensic accounting. Her success warred with his memory of the girl he knew. That Hale had seemed to have little interest in a career and had run around town going to parties and shopping. When she had mentioned going back to school, he’d thought she was joking. He had been very wrong about her. That still irked him. He had built his career on being able to figure out people quickly and correctly. This version of the woman he had once loved was something totally different.
He checked his watch again, fifteen minutes had passed, and no one had checked on him or taken him to Hale. He tapped his foot, annoyed at being forgotten. If she thought that making him wait would show how little she thought of him, he would show her he wouldn’t tolerate her games. He headed down the hallway—if he didn’t find Hale then hopefully, he would find Maria and get a drink.
The door to Joe’s office stood open, he looked into the room and stopped. It had changed. The walls were freshly painted and the furniture was different. To the right of the huge desk was a nicely rounded ass in the air. He swallowed. Hale was on all fours doing something against the wall, oblivious he was near.
Finn cleared his throat.
She spun around on her knees. “Oh God, Finn, you scared me.” She stood and started toward him. “I’m so sorry I made you wait, that was rude of me.” She smiled apologetically, and thrust her hand toward him. She glanced down as he paused, not taking it. It was covered in wood shavings; she quickly wiped it on her shirt. “Oh jeez, this is a huge mess. I’m getting some wiring work done and I had just moved everything back when I noticed the phone didn’t work, so I had to make sure it was plugged in. When I was down there I needed to tuck the wires in and well, I haven’t had time to clean up.” Her voice trailed off as she looked down at her shirt.
This side of Hale he could handle. Finn recovered smoothly. “You’re fine. When they finally did some updates to the wiring at City Hall, my admin sent me home. I drove the guys crazy. Hell, I drove her