It would mean getting to know his family. This job couldn’t be done without getting close to them. Without understanding them. Without winning them over.
How the hell was she going to do that?
The thought of walking back into that kitchen and being confronted by the O’Neils made her want to run. “If I stay, I’d need to talk to them individually. It might be easier to win them round that way.”
“That makes sense. One on one. And you need to know more about Snow Crystal. Spend time as a tourist.”
“Fine.” She closed her eyes. This was madness. She should be handing the account over to someone else. Someone who loved Christmas and families. She wasn’t the right person for the job, but Jackson already had his phone in his hand and was texting someone.
“We’ll start first thing tomorrow. I’ll pick you up at nine.”
“I’m awake at five.” She spoke without thinking and saw his eyebrows lift. “I’m a morning person. I never sleep late. I don’t like lying in bed.”
His brief glance changed the atmosphere in the car.
Kayla turned her head away quickly, wondering how chemistry could exist in the middle of so much tension.
He was the sexiest man she’d ever met, and the fact that she kept noticing scared her. When it came to her heart, her instincts were as sophisticated as any virus software, detecting a possible threat and deleting it before it could threaten her or do damage.
Right now those instincts were flashing up red warning lights in her head.
“It’s still dark at five.” His voice was husky. “We’ll make it eight, and I’ll buy you breakfast in the forest. The Chocolate Shack serves the best hot chocolate and maple waffles in Vermont.”
It sounded more like a date than a business meeting, and she felt a dangerous curl of heat low in her belly.
She sat still as Jackson eased the car forward and drove up the snow-covered track that led to the far end of the frozen lake and her cabin. Then he pulled in and switched off the engine.
“Thanks for the lift.” Desperate to escape, she reached for the door handle, but his hand closed over her shoulder.
“Wait. You haven’t eaten. Get rid of your laptop and I’ll buy you dinner.”
“No, thank you. I’d rather go back to the cabin. I have work to do.”
The thought of eating dinner with this man terrified her.
And he knew.
She could see it in his eyes. Knew he could see right through the layers of protection she’d spun between herself and the world.
She was about to open the door and escape when he lifted his hand and touched her cheek. “You still haven’t told me what happened back there.” His voice was soft, all trace of anger gone. “Why did you run? You could have slipped and broken something.”
She could have told him she was already broken. She could have told him that Kayla Green had shattered into a million tiny pieces at the age of thirteen, and when she’d stuck herself back together she hadn’t looked anything like the original version.
She could have told him that, but she didn’t, because she knew that when a person bought something, they didn’t want to know it was damaged. She looked good as new on the outside, and that was what mattered.
He wasn’t interested in the real Kayla Green.
“I thought it best to leave. Thanks for the lift. I can walk from here. I’ll see you in the morning.” She slid out of the car, keen to put as much distance between herself and Jackson as possible. The moment her feet touched the snow she felt the cold ooze through her already-soaked shoes, but she knew the icy feeling inside her didn’t come from the freezing temperatures or the thick layer of snow that blanketed the forest around her. The source was much deeper than that.
Pressed up against feelings she normally avoided, Kayla felt a flash of panic.
Who would have thought that a sleepy little resort in Vermont could have ripped at her like this?
Jackson appeared in front of her, his powerful shoulders blocking her escape. “Surely you’re not planning to walk this path alone after what happened last time?”
“I’ll be fine.”
His muscular physique formed a sold barrier between her and her forest sanctuary. “You’ve suffered enough punishment for one day. I’ll walk you to the door.” He took her hand, and Kayla felt the warmth and strength of his fingers as they closed over hers.