He didn’t want to kill helpless creatures for no reason.
This big, strong solider who had to kill people in combat has a kind enough heart that he doesn’t want to kill fish if he doesn’t plan on eating them.
If possible, I’m even more infatuated with this man.
Chapter Eight
Nora
I manage to make scrambled eggs for the third night without burning them. I feel like I’ve conquered the world once again as I slide the steaming mass onto a plate and push it toward Brand across the kitchen table.
He purposely keeps his eyes firmly planted everywhere but the front of my shirt.
I feel like a wanton hussy as I remember how until today, every time I leaned forward, I made sure to push my boobs out, making my nipples strain even further against my shirt. .
Ugh.
He must think I’m such a slut, which is exactly the opposite of what I am, or what I want him to think.
God, I’m so ridiculous.
“Eat up,” I tell him. “I think it’s even edible.”
Brand grins and digs in, his large fingers wrapped around his fork as he shovels the eggs into his mouth. He nods.
“Not bad, Greene. I think you’ve mastered eggs.”
I’m in the middle of thinking of a smart comeback when my phone rings. Ice immediately runs down my spine, because every time my phone rings now, I assume it’s William.
But this time, my father’s name is on the screen.
The ice remains firmly planted in my back, stacked neatly between my vertebrae.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur to Brand as I grab the phone. “I’ve got to take this.”
He nods, his eyes trained curiously on my face.
I take the phone outside, where I pace in the yard.
“Hi dad,’ I answer.
My father doesn’t bother with niceties or even a hello.
“William tells me you’re not returning his calls,” he says brusquely. My spine straightens even more.
“I don’t have anything to say to him,” I say through my teeth.
My father sighs, a razor sharp sound.
“Nora, I don’t have to remind you. He owns fifty percent of Greene Corp. He and I have to unanimously approve any new ventures. I need him to see things my way. Our way. That means we have to keep him happy. He’s a difficult person, but he likes you. Use that.”
I suck in my breath. “He likes me? He more than likes me. You know what he did. I won’t let him do that again, dad. I won’t. Nothing is worth that.”
“This is worth that, Nora,” my dad answers coldly. “This is your job, just like it is mine and your brother’s.”
It might be my job, but my job description is decidedly different than my father’s or Nate’s.
“How can you ask this of me?” I whisper. “I don’t understand. I’m your daughter.”