“Yes, sir.”
“Jeronimo Gomez. Nice to meet you.” He followed the man into his office and took a seat opposite of him. “I’m someone who likes to get straight to the point. I saw you’ve worked in construction before, the only concern I have is your gap in employment.”
Fuck.
“So, I need to know if that was a one-time thing of youth, or if you’re going to give me trouble.”
That was new.Renley swallowed hard. “I won’t give you any trouble.”
“Good enough for me. Just know that if you go back on that, I know a lot of people in the business.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Perfect. How soon can you start?”
“Right away.”
“Even better. Let me see if my boss is around to meet you.” He gave him a wink and picked up the phone on his desk. “Do you have a moment to meet my new hire?” A chuckle and a grin later, he stood and indicated for Renley to follow.
Mind spinning, Renley walked after his new boss to another office. He stepped in…
And froze.
He found himself staring into a pair of familiar green eyes, and being met with a smile he knew in a very intimate way.
No!
“Mr. Taylor, this is Eveline Harris, my business partner.”
Shit.The universe clearly had it out for Renley Taylor.
“But by the looks of things, I don’t have to introduce the two of you.”
“We’ve met—briefly.” Her tone was surprisingly amused. “I assume you’d like me to do his paperwork for you?” she asked Mr. Gomez.
“You were rather displeased with my administrative skills last time.”
Her airy, bubbly laugh filled the office. “Yes. Yes, I was.”
“Well, I’ll let you two be.” With another handshake, Mr. Gomez was gone.
The door fell shut behind him silently. Eveline pulled a stack of papers out of some drawers behind her. “Come sit.”
He did, staring at her and trying to figure out her tone. She clearly wasn’t upset, but that could very well be a façade. “I didn’t know,” he defended.
“Does it change your mind about working here?”
Did it? No, because he needed the job.
“Jeronimo keeps tabs on the construction sites while I do most of the admin work. You probably won’t see me that often.”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“Are you going to tell anyone how we know each other?”
“No.”
“Good. I would rather not be the latest piece of gossip around here.” He met her eyes. There was something sad within them, even pleading—but it was gone before he could address it. She shoved the stack of papers in his direction. “It’s up to you. You don’t have to decide right away.”
