Chapter 23
Kara
“I’ll take it,” I told Rick.
I gritted my teeth, so painfully aware of Cameron standing behind me.
The look of shock on his savagely beautiful face when he saw me had only lasted a moment before it shifted to yearning and need as he took me in. And then his walls came up and there was nothing.
Rick shook my hand, grinning widely and looking very pleased with himself.
“I’ll come back later,” Cameron said.
His voice, deep, rich, and so darkly masculine, sent ripples down my spine. It had been three weeks since I’d last heard it…but it felt longer than that.
“We’re done with the interview, boy. Take—”
But Cameron was already halfway down the stairs. I heard Rick sigh, then he looked at me.
I’m good. Just good. One hundred and one percent bomb-ass good.
“Kara, could you get him for me?”
What?
My eyes shot to Rick. His were gleaming—with amusement or challenge, I wasn’t sure.
“I need him to do something for me. That boy can move fast if he wants to, can’t he?”
He sure did. He could move real slow too if he wanted. Not that I knew anything about that. Well, not anymore.
I had been thinking of what I would say to him or how I would act when I saw him again. Or if I would even acknowledge his existence. I always came up with either blasting him with a cold shoulder or burning him with fire.
I guess we’ll find out.
I spun around, ready to run to the stairs to chase after him, when inspiration struck.
I walked to the railing, placed my hands there. Taking a deep breath, I yelled at top of my lungs, “Hey, Bigfoot!”
Everyone in the office stopped and stared up at me. I waved my hands and bared my teeth in a wide grin.
Cameron was almost at the door when he stopped in his tracks. Slowly, he turned. And then our eyes met. If there was a pull I felt from his gaze, I mentally squished it with my heels.
“Get your ass back up here!” I yelled again.
When he looked like he wasn’t going to move, I added, “The boss wants you!”
I left it at that.
When I turned back to Rick, he was grinning from ear to ear.
“Man, oh man. You are so hired,” he said. “You’re going to fit just fine here.”
“We own an auto shop. I’ve been working with men all my life, so I don’t think you should worry about me fitting in.”
“Is that right? If you don’t mind me asking, why do you need this job?”
I didn’t bat an eye. I wondered why he hadn’t asked me important questions like this in the interview. Actually, he didn’t ask me anything at all. It was almost like I already had the job the moment he shook my hand. Either he was desperate to fill the position, or whoever recommended me was at the top of his trust list.