Page 52 of Getting Wrapped Up

“So you know what they do.”

“They work in the field of agriculture.”

“Yes, but their scope is wider than that and growing all the time. Their work in soil and water conservation has been immense in the past year. They’re also putting a lot of resources behind alternative energy.”

Her mind was spinning. “How do you know all of that?”

“I listen to my brother when he talks,” Levi said with a shrug. “And I gave them a huge grant about six months ago for a wind-energy project.”

And she was reminded that Levi might come across as a devil-may-care playboy, but he was bright, and while he might spend copious amounts of money on frivolous things, he also had a heart.

She blew out a long breath, choosing her next words carefully. “I’m not sure what that has to do with me.”

“I texted Mason, asking if there were any opportunities in the company. He said probably not for me.” Levi grinned. “But when I clarified that it was for you, he said hell yes. That’s a direct quote.” He turned the phone so she could see it.

Sure enough, the display read“Hell yes”.

“How do you know how to get a hold of Mason Riley?” she asked. It wasn’t the most pressing question on her mind, but it was one she’d like answered.

“I asked Joe.”

Well, that was simple. “When did this all happen?”

“When you were shaving your legs.” He grinned again. “I didn’t notice any spots that weren’t completely smooth and sweet by the way.”

Yeah, well, she hadn’t wanted that to change, and he was already very familiar with every inch, so she’d insisted he give her ten minutes alone in the bathroom to run a razor over her legs again. Just to be sure everything was as smooth as possible for as long as possible.

He’d definitely checked her shave job afterward.

Kate rubbed a hand on her forehead, processing what he’d told her. He’d texted Mason Riley to get her a job—and he had. IAS wanted to hire her.

“You don’t want to work for IAS?” Levi asked, his grin finally fading a bit as he realized she wasn’t quite as enthusiastic as he was about the text message.

“Mason offered me a job a year ago. Lauren offered me a job eight months ago. I’ve turned them down twice,” she said.

He frowned. “Why?”

“They’re based in a small town in Nebraska,” she said with a shrug. “There are no oceans here. I have a job I love. I’m from California.”

“But now you’ve been here and you see how great it is,” he said.

She laughed. “It has been great. For the past—” she looked at the clock on the wall, “—thirty-two and a half hours. And there have been extenuating circumstances.”

He gave her a half grin again. “Those circumstances aren’t going anywhere.”

She looked at him carefully. “What do you mean? You live in Vegas.”

He shook his head. “I’m staying.”

Her eyebrows shot up. “In Sapphire Falls?”

“Yes.”

“Since when?”

“Since I put my car in the ditch and decided that the way I was living was going to kill me.”

She blinked a few times. “You mean, you came here knowing that you planned to stay? This isn’t new?”

---