Diann Hunt - Hearts Under Construction

When he finally pulled into her drive, he shut the SUV down and got out before she could. He pulled something out of the trunk and came around to her door. She saw he had an umbrella.

“Thank you, Cole.”

“No problem.” He held the umbrella carefully over them and walked her to the door.

“I’m glad we got things straightened out between us,” he said, when they stopped at the door.

“Yeah, me, too.”

There was something in the way he looked at her. “Good night, Ellie.”

She gulped just short of audibly. If Cole noticed, he didn’t let on. He simply turned and walked away, leaving every nerve in her body on edge. She attempted to push the key into her lock. It took her a full minute to get the door to open. She finally slipped inside.

With a turn of her wrist, she latched the door behind her and leaned against it. What had just happened, she didn’t know, but somehow she felt things were about to change.

Ellie hated change.

Over the next few weeks, Cole Preston introduced new procedure after new procedure in office policy. Ellie couldn’t understand how Jax could let this man come in and just take over. Pulling up the sleeve of her navy pantsuit, she glanced at her watch. Five minutes until the meeting where she supposed yet another new development would be announced. A bad attitude simmered just below the surface, and she decided she’d better drown it with the only thing that seemed to work for her.

Chocolate.

Pulling a piece of chocolate from her bottom desk drawer, she unwrapped it and plopped it in her mouth. Closing the drawer, she wadded the paper between her fingers and reached for the trash can.

“Pity. I thought you would share with me,” a deep voice said within inches of her ear.

Startled, Ellie sucked in a sharp breath, pulling the chocolate to the back of her throat like a dust ball to a vacuum. Gasping for breath and finding none, she panicked. She stood, her arms reaching for something, anything, to find relief. In a flurry of commotion, people called out to her. In that horrific moment, one thought filled her.

Chocolate is going to be the death of me.

Just then, strong arms gathered around her rib cage. Large fists balled at her midsection and made short, quick jerks until the lodged candy spewed from her mouth like a cork from a bottle.

No one around her uttered a word. Ellie wondered what would be the polite thing to say at a time like this. “Pardon me, I seem to have lost my candy,” or, “Yes, would you be so kind as to hand over my chocolate?” Before she could decide, her coworkers patted her condescendingly on the shoulder and went back to work. All but one. The person who had saved her life. She reluctantly turned to see who it was, yet, in the deep pit of her stomach, she already knew. One swivel on her shoes confirmed her greatest fears as she looked into the ultrawhite smile of Cole Preston.

The glare from his teeth gave her a headache.

She swallowed hard, thankful for the ability to do so. “Thank you,” she managed with a raspy voice.

“My pleasure—and I’m sorry.” His eyes twinkled. He strutted past her and called over his shoulder, “I just had no idea I could choke you up like that.”

Ellie stared after the man, speechless. How could he joke around when she had practically died on the spot?

She glanced across the floor and spotted the offensive little candy that had betrayed her. She ran over, scooped it up in a tissue, and threw it away. How could she face the others in the meeting? A wave of nausea swept over her. Taking a deep breath, she felt her stubborn side kick in.

Placing a legal pad into the crook of her arm, and clutching a pen with her free hand, she pulled her dignity together, lifted her chin and marched straight for the conference room.

He could laugh now, but she’d show him who would have the last laugh.

The entire staff ambled into the conference room, all but Alex who stayed back to man the phones. Coffee mugs lined the table. A box of sugary doughnuts called from the center. Most people gave in to the temptation, while Ellie preferred not to risk another choking hazard. The crowd offered their condolences to Ellie about her little episode before finally settling down to the business at hand.

Coleman Preston stood and welcomed the employees, but Ellie heard very little of his speech. The man drove her crazy, but she had to admit something about him pleased her. Was it his blinding smile, or the way one look into his velvety brown eyes made her feel bundled in a thick fur coat? His wavy dark hair suggested he had had unruly curls as a boy. She wondered if one day his son would inherit the trait. The very thought made her face warm, though a shiver ran through her. She pulled her jacket tighter.

The minutes clicked on in the quiet of the room as workers listened to what Cole had to say. Lack of sleep the night before placed Ellie in a hazy fog, caught somewhere between reality and dreamland. With her left elbow on the table, her chin rested in the palm of her hand. Just as the warmth of the room and the pleasurable rhythm of Cole’s voice lulled her to a peaceful state, the word Ellie broke through, causing her chin to slide off her palm and her mind to snap to attention. She glanced up to see smiles hiding behind cups and heard a few snickers ripple about the room. Mortified, she looked to Cole, wondering if he had said her name. He had.

And he wasn’t smiling.

“I’m sorry?”

“You seem to be having a difficult morning, Ellie. Are you okay?”

Adrenaline pushed her pulse to full speed. “I’m fine. I—I just didn’t hear what you said.”

“Well, maybe we’ll let someone who was listening help us out.” Without wasting another breath, Cole moved on.

Ellie felt her knuckles had been sufficiently rapped by that statement. She had been daydreaming. So sue her. His reprimand was all part of his little plan to undermine her authority in the office.

“Which brings me to the most important item on this agenda, and the reason I called the meeting,” Cole said.

Uh-oh, here it comes. She braced herself. Cole proceeded to tell the staff Jax had purchased a new computer system. He raved about all the bells and whistles while Ellie felt herself being sucked into a psychedelic black hole, a place where walls spun out of control and the floor rolled and swayed beneath her feet.

Change, change, change.

At the meeting’s end, the air snapped with excitement. The room buzzed with comments and laughter at all that the new system could and would do for their company. Ellie didn’t want to be a spoilsport, but what was wrong with their current system? It worked for them, didn’t it? Why did they have to have bigger and better, as long as they were getting the job done?

She gathered her things from the table and with a heavy heart, headed toward her desk. Her stomach didn’t feel so good.

“Hey, Ellie, are you okay?” Jax wanted to know.

She turned. “Oh, I’m fine.” She rubbed her temple. “I’ve just had a rough morning.”

“So I’ve heard,” he said with a smirk.

She didn’t feel like being the brunt of a joke just now. Throwing him a weak smile, she continued on. He followed.

“I tried to get together with you and tell you about the computer system, but every time I set up a meeting, something came up, remember?”

She nodded. “It’s all right.” She didn’t have the strength to argue. Her stomach rumbled like Mount St. Helens. A queasy feeling followed. Really queasy. “I’m sorry, Jax, I don’t feel so good.” She dropped her things at her desk and made her way to the bathroom.

Just in time.