“Thanks for that,” he murmured, and saw the street ahead of them where the town house complex was.
“Agreed?”
He had no idea how this whole conversation had ended in a bet that he knew he’d win. “First, tell me what do I get if I’m right and she never shows up?”
“What do you want? You name it.”
He knew what he wanted from her, but how could he tell this woman that he’d like her? “You admitting I was right, but this can’t just be her walking through the door.” He upped the stakes. “She has to actually do something productive at LynTech.”
“Then the ten o’clock deadline doesn’t work, does it?”
“Okay, why don’t we extend it for…oh…let’s see…December 23rd at—” He glanced at the dash clock, shocked that it had only been an hour and a half since this had all started. “Seven-thirty,” he said. “Give her—and you—plenty of time.”
“You’ve got a deal,” she said without hesitating. Then sat forward. “Let me out here,” she said abruptly, motioning to a small shopping center.
“The complex is just around the corner, isn’t it?”
“I need to shop,” she said as she motioned to a small market at one end of the complex.
He pulled into the parking lot and stopped by the grocery store. “I’ll wait,” he offered.
“No, thanks, I’m fine. I can walk. Thanks for the ride.” She opened the door, scrambling out, then she was looking back in at him. “I think Brittany Lewis will surprise you.”
He shrugged. “Maybe,” he said, and thought B. J. Smythe was the one who was surprising him. All he wanted right then was to figure out how to prolong this contact, but he didn’t have a chance. B.J. flashed him a smile, a stunning expression that literally made his breath catch in his chest.
“See you tomorrow,” she said, then the door closed and she was walking away.
He was tempted to watch her, just to watch her move, the way her hips swayed, her long legs, the way her hair brushed her shoulders. But he didn’t. He put the car in reverse and drove back out onto the street. Odd how the night seemed interminable now. Not long ago it had been packed with things for him to do, mostly work. But right then he couldn’t think of any of the things he had to do. Just the things he wished he could do.
BRITTANY MOVED into the store, going as far away from Matt Terrel and her stupidity as quickly as she could. A bet? What in the world had possessed her to do that? Probably the same thing that possessed her when she asked him for a ride. How could Brittany Lewis show up tomorrow, and not jeopardize the job she really wanted? She knew if she told him the truth, he’d put her in that office his secretary would find for her and banish her to the farthest regions of the place. As far away from him as he could get her.
But Brittany Lewis had to show up. Her father had to know she was there doing what she’d promised she’d do. And Matthew Terrel had to know she was there. Then she realized something. She never had to see Matt as Brittany. He’d said his secretary was taking care of everything. He wouldn’t be in until ten the next morning.
She turned, looked out the glass door at the fading tail-lights of Matt’s car and waited until it disappeared to the south. If he wouldn’t be there before ten, Brittany Lewis would be there at nine. She’d meet with the assistant, then leave again. With a good excuse. Maybe Brittany Lewis would need a new wardrobe to match her new office after all. She didn’t realize that she’d laughed out loud until someone spoke behind her.
“Can I help you, Miss?”
She turned to see a bulky gray-haired man behind a long glass counter. He was staring at her, and her laughter died. “Is there a local cab company?”
“Diamond.” He motioned over his left shoulder at a small ad board, one of many that lined the walls of the store. “That’s them.”
She saw the ad for Diamond Cabs, read the number, then looked back at the man. “Thanks,” she said and went back outside.
There was no sign of Matt, and she paused for a moment, a bit shocked when she realized how her life had shifted in the past hour. Crazy. She felt a bit insane at the speed of the changes in it, but there was an exhilaration, too, partly due to her desire to get this job on her own, with her own talent and work, and partly because she knew that she was going to face Matthew Terrel as Brittany Lewis in one week, and get an apology from him.
She called the cab company on her cell phone to get a ride to her family home south of the city. While she waited for it to arrive, she put in a call to her father. It rang four times before it went to his service. She left a quick message, just saying she had arrived in Houston safely, and she’d call him tomorrow evening with details about her job with LynTech.
As she hung up, she realized how relieved she was that she hadn’t had to talk to him directly. It had been hard enough twisting the truth with Matt, but she’d never get away with it with her father. So, the less he knew, the better.
December 12
BY THE TIME BRITTANY returned to LynTech the next morning at nine o’clock, she’d slept sporadically, finished a rough idea for the wall murals for the center and dressed to look like Brittany Lewis. A beige silk shirt, perfectly tailored slacks in taupe linen, leather sandals and her curls swept back with diamond combs and falling to her shoulders. She looked somewhat like a “spoiled brat” she thought, with gold added at her wrist and ears. It would be perfect for her meeting with Matt’s assistant.
She parked her sports car down the street in a public garage, gathered up her small leather tote bag, her purse and her portfolio, then walked up the block along the Christmasy street. The drive had taken forever last night with Matt, but now she seemed to get to LynTech in the blink of an eye. She took a breath, then stepped into LynTech, crossed the lobby filled with the scent of pine from a towering Christmas tree, to head for the elevators near the back. She first went up to the executive level and was thankful that she’d remembered there was a ladies’ restroom immediately to her right in the corridor.
She stepped inside the sitting area done in lavenders and pale turquoise, spotted a small couch and crossed to it. She slipped her tote and the envelope behind the overstuffed pillows, stood back, glanced at herself in the mirrors that lined the walls, then with a flip of her curls, slipped back out into the corridor.
A gray-haired man in a navy uniform was coming down the hall and stopped when he saw her. “Can I help you, Miss?”
“I’m Brittany Lewis. I have an appointment with Mr. Terrel,” she said quickly, then motioned to the offices her father had used for so many years. “Is that his office?”
“No, ma’am, that’s Mr. Holden’s office,” he said, then motioned in the opposite direction. “Mr. Terrel’s down there, the third door on the right.”
“Thanks,” she murmured, then passed him to head to Matt’s office. The thick carpet in the monotoned corridor muffled her footsteps. She stopped by the double doors labeled simply M. Terrel. She pushed back one of the doors, and, as she stepped into the reception area, her heart started to pound.
“Please let him not be here,” she prayed as she looked around the large space, starkly modern in design, with glass and black marble in sleek lines and very little of it. There were a few shelves, a couple of plants, a tiny Christmas tree, all silver and blue, sitting in front of low windows and a huge reception desk. A woman sat behind it, working at a computer, and she looked up as Brittany went farther into the room.
“May I help you?” she asked as she turned toward Brittany.
“Miss Lewis to see Mr. Terrel.”
The woman looked at her for just a fraction of a second too long, before she fell into her “professional” face with a nice smile. “Oh, Miss Lewis, I’m sorry. Mr. Terrel isn’t in yet.”
