Page 32 of Just My Luck

He watched me for a second. “Let me know if anything else shows up at your door.”

“I will,” I said, turning back to my computer.

“Lunch?” he asked.

I glanced over at him and smiled. “Sure,”

His smile was quick, and, if I’d been standing, it would have made my knees weak.

Happy Jax was my kryptonite.

After he left my office, I dug into my emails. There was one from Kit, but I ignored it for a few hours until all my work was done. Just before lunch, however, when my day slowed, I clicked it open and read the very brief message.

“Nova, I hope you received my little gifts of appreciation. I’ve been thinking about something you said on your last trip. I believe there is a position available for you to work under me full-time that would utilize some of your talents. I’d really love to discuss this opportunity with you. If you have time today, please reach out. My personal cell number is below. I’m looking forward to hearing from you, – Kit”

Like hell he wanted to offer me a job. There was no way I was qualified to work solo on an account that big. Sure, I had faith in my marketing abilities, but Vegas? Nope. No way.

Just the thought of how Kit had fawned all over me, had me shivering. Working for a man who treated women like conquests was not in the cards.

Then I thought about Jax. Sure, we had worked together for a long time. I had been hired by James when I’d been in high school. Jax had started working here shortly before me. He’d been dual enrolled all throughout high school and had gotten his associates with his high school diploma. After that, he’d continued with a few classes while working for his dad, which had allowed him to move up quickly in the firm.

In the past year, I’d moved up just as quickly on my own. Was I ready to take on full accounts myself? Smaller ones, yes. Something the size of the Onyx or the Apex? Not even close.

At lunchtime, I was buried in work again, and if Jax hadn’t stopped by, I would have worked right through.

“I’m buried,” I groaned, trying to explain why lunch wasn’t a good idea.

“We can order delivery?” he suggested. I thought about the rumors that would fly around the office if we sat in my office and he continued to look at me the way he was now. Hell, more than half the people that we worked with already thought we were an item. I’d heard they were making bets on it at one point.

“No,” I said, shutting down my machine. “It’s fine.” I grabbed my coat.

Fall in the Rockies was no joke. One minute it was seventy degrees and the next minute it was forty degrees. We hadn’t gotten snow yet, but I knew it was already in the forecast for next week.

We walked down to the Mexican Cantina a few blocks down and ran into Sofia and Rick inside. They had just sat down and had drinks and chips and salsa, so we joined them.

Spending a whole meal with my best friend, whom I had yet to confide in about sleeping with the man of my dreams, and pretending nothing had changed was hard. Then again, I was pretty sure she was too preoccupied with falling in love with Rick to notice much. I could probably stand up, take one of those massive sombreros off the wall, and wear it for the rest of the day and she wouldn’t notice.

When Rick’s phone rang shortly after we were all done eating, they got up, paid the entire bill, and went back to the office, leaving us alone.

“Want to head back to work early too?” Jax asked with a shrug.

“Not really.” I leaned back and just sipped my soda. “They seem happy.” I motioned to where Sofia and Rick had just disappeared.

“Yeah,” Jax agreed as he reached for my hand. “Think it will last?”

I nodded. “If Rick realizes soon enough that he shouldn’t go back to California.”

“Sofia nailed the marketing for the brewery.”

“Yes, she did.” My smile grew. “I feel like a mama bird watching its baby bird fly the coop.”

He chuckled. “It’s a pretty big account.”

“Not as big as the Onyx,” I pointed out.

“Thinking of taking Kit up on his email offer?” he asked, and I laughed.

I leaned on the table. “You and I both know his offer had nothing to do with a real job.”