Page 79 of So Much More
I’ve obviously embarrassed her, but I can’t tell if that’s good or bad.
“Speaking of jobs,” she says, “when are you going to seriously start thinking about getting a different one?”
I sigh and roll onto my back to stare at the ceiling. “I can’t do anything about that right now. Switching careers will likely cost money for education or training, and I’ll almost certainly make less money than I do now. With everything up in the air with my mom and sisters, I can’t afford to do anything different.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Thanks. Me, too.”
“Are you second guessing your offer to help them financially if needed?”
“Never.”
“That’s what I thought you’d say.”
My heart swells at her words.
She adds, “You don’t hate it at Carter-Jenkins, do you?”
“No,” I admit. “Not like I did at Dad’s firm. It’s a much better place to work in every way possible. So I don’t mind working there, but it’s not what I want to do forever.”
“You forgot to mention you also get to work with me.”
I smile. “That’s the best part of working there and the thing I’ll miss the most if I ever leave.”
“You’ll leave. It’ll happen someday. I won’t let you give up hope for finding a job you truly love.”
“I’m going to hold you to that. Now,” I say, “on to more important things. Are you wearing the sexy armadillo jammies again?”
“Jammies?” She giggles, and I goofily grin at the ceiling. “I am,” she confirms. “What areyouwearing?”
I should have anticipated she’d turn the question back on me, but I didn’t, and now this conversation is about to get awkward.
“You think you can handle the truth?” I ask.
She sucks in an audible breath. “I don’t know, but I don’t want you to lie to me.”
Here goes nothing. “I’m wearing a suit.”
“A suit? I told you not to lie to me, Randall Hamilton!”
“My birthday suit,” I amend.
thirty-four
I’ve been a bundle of nerves all morning, because after talking and flirting with Randall on the phone last night, I decided there’s something I need to do today, and it has to happen before I leave work at noon. At 11:45, I head to Randall’s office. His face lights up when he spots me lingering in his doorway.
“Is it noon?” he asks.
“Not quite yet,” I say as I close his door and lock it.
He raises an eyebrow at me. “Is this the moment I should be wishing I keep a weapon in my desk?”
I purse my lips and tilt my head to the side. “You might need to defend yourself.”
“What’s going on?”
I stand opposite him with the desk between us and clasp my hands together. “There’s something I’d like us to do, but only if you’re okay with it.”
