Page 52 of Undone, Love Times Three

He’s full-on smirking, but he glances behind me. “I know you’re the boss, but I think you’re about to get told off.”

“Can I get you a drink, that way it looks like I’m working.”

“I’d love to help you with that but, I have to go. I have an early meeting.”

“It’s Sunday tomorrow.”

“Yeah, it’s the only time we can meet.”

“Okay, well, guess we both need to get back to it.”

Daniel straightens up. For a moment, he hesitates, then takes his wallet from his back pocket and hands me his business card. It’s best not to tell him I already have one.

“Are you free tomorrow afternoon?” he asks.

“Depends, why?” I tap his card against my palm.

“I want to show you something.”

“I’ve heard that before,” I grin at him.

Daniel shakes his head at me, trying not to show the scowl that comment caused. “I’ll pick you up out front at two o’clock.”

“Oh, you will, huh?”

Daniel crooks two fingers, a gesture meant to make me lean closer. I do. “Don’t worry,” he whispers into my ear. “This isn’t me falling in love with you.”

My lip’s part and without warning, he kisses me, his tongue strokes mine so fast it’s like a single heartbeat. Before I can evenregister his words, he’s walking away. Without so much as a goodbye, or a look back. Or my agreement to go out with him.

“Cocky bastard,” I mutter. I can’t suppress the feeling growing in my stomach. Anticipation, excitement, and red-hot lust. My body is way ahead of my thought processes. It wants me to go with him. No matter where it is.

I turn to the two men standing at the bar to distract myself from those thoughts.

“What can I get you?”

Climbing Mountains

Daniel

“What do you think about all the shit going on around Faulkner AeroTech?”

I’ve just wrapped up the meeting with a company we work with. They specialize in structural components and airframe manufacturing of aircraft and are a similar business to Faulkner.

Dad never did like to put all his eggs in one basket. The aviation business focuses a lot on big ticket companies when it comes to larger commercial aircraft. We like to work withsmaller but highly skilled manufacturers when it comes to the light, private aircraft we contract on our smaller airfields across the country.

Precision Aviation is in direct competition with Faulkner. We’ve walked a careful tightrope with them making sure they know we’re not replacing them. We’re just growing the business.

Fortunately, I went to college with Robbie who is president of Precision, and we’ve partnered with them for over a decade.

“Is that bar trying to ruin them? They’re doing a good job if they are.”

“That isn’t what is going on,” I say, more sharply than I intended.

It somehow got out that Faulkner is suing the bar. Blue wouldn’t have done it, that isn’t her style. The news only caused more indignation from the public. It’s throwing a spotlight at Faulkner that no one wants.

“It’s a smart move and if it takes out my competition, I’m all for it. Is it causing trouble with your deal?” He smirks and takes a sip of his gin and tonic.

Now the business discussions are over, we’re catching up with a drink. I’m antsy to get going because I don’t want to be late for Blue.

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