Maureen Child - A Bride For The Boss

As it turned out, with reason.

“This day just couldn’t get worse.”

Mac left his office and fired a hard look at Laura. “I need the Franklin contracts. I tried to pull up the pdf and it’s not where it’s supposed to be. Bob Franklin just called, he’s got some questions and—” He noticed the wide-eyed expression on Laura’s face and told himself it was pointless to hammer at her.

This was Andi’s territory. Turning, he stomped into the back of the building where Andi had stored hard copies of each of their in-progress deals in old-fashioned file cabinets. Of course, their records were mostly digitized and stored in the cloud, with several redundant backup sites so nothing could be lost. But there was something to say for holding a hard copy of a contract in your hands. It was immediate and more convenient, in his mind, than scrolling up and down a computer screen looking for a particular clause. Especially when you couldn’t find the damn digital copy.

“And now I have to hunt down the stupid contract the hard way.” He yanked open the top file drawer and started flipping through the manila separators. He made it through the Fs and didn’t find the Franklin takeover.

Shaking his head, he told himself that he was the damn boss. It wasn’t up to him to find a damn contract on a damn deal they’d done only three weeks ago. The problem was it was Andi’s job and she wasn’t here to do it.

Laura was good at what she did and he had no doubt that in time she might grow to be even a third as good as Andi at the job. But for now, the woman was an office manager suddenly tossed into the deep end. There were a couple of part-time interns, too, but neither of them could find their way out of a paper bag without a flashlight and a map.

“So bottom line?” he muttered, slamming the drawer and then opening another one. “I’m screwed.”

Normally, this late in the afternoon, he and Andi were huddled around his desk, talking about the day’s work and what was coming up on the schedule. He really didn’t want to admit how much he missed just talking to her. Having her there to bounce ideas off of. To help him strategize upcoming jobs.

“Plus, she would know exactly where the stupid contract is,” he muttered.

Mac hated this. Hated having his life disrupted, his business interfered with—hell, his world set off balance. Worse, Andi had to have known this would happen when she walked out and, no doubt, she was sitting on a beach in Bimini right now, smiling at the thought of him trying to set things right again on his own.

“Take a vacation. Who the hell has time for a vacation?” he asked the empty file room. “If you love what you do, work is vacation enough, isn’t it?” He slammed the second drawer shut and yanked the third open. What the hell kind of filing system was she using, anyway?

“She loved her work, too,” he muttered. “Can’t tell me otherwise. In charge of every damn thing here, wasn’t she? Even setting up the damn filing system in some weird way that I can’t figure out now. If she thinks I’m going to let this damn office crumble to the ground then she’s got another damn think or two coming to her because damned if I will, damn it!”

Temper spiking, he slammed the third drawer shut and then just stood there, hands on his hips, and did a slow turn, taking in the eight filing cabinets and the dust-free work table and chairs in the center of the room.

“Why the hell is she on a beach when I need her help?”

His brain dredged up a dreamlike image of Andi, lying back on some lounge, beneath a wide umbrella. She sipped at a frothy drink and behind huge sunglasses, her eyes smiled. Some cabana boy hovered nearby enjoying the view of Andi in a tiny yellow bikini that Mac’s mind assured him was filled out perfectly.

Mac scowled and shut down that mental image because he sure as hell didn’t need it. “Why is she off enjoying herself when I’m here trying to figure out what she did?”

But even as he complained, he knew it wasn’t the filing that bothered him. Given enough time, he’d find whatever he needed to find. It was being here. In the office. Without Andi.

All day he’d felt slightly off balance. One step out of rhythm. It had started when he got there early as usual and didn’t smell coffee. Andi had always beat him to work and had the coffee going for both of them. Then she’d carry two cups into his office and they’d go over the day’s schedule and the plans that were constantly in motion.

Not today, though. He’d made his own damn coffee—he wasn’t a moron after all—then had carried it to his desk and sat there alone, going over schedules that she had set up. She wasn’t there to talk to. She wasn’t there to remind him to keep on track and not to go spinning off into tangents—so his brain had taken one of those side roads and he’d lost two hours of time while researching an idea on the internet. So the rest of the day he was behind schedule and that was her fault, too.

“What the hell is she doing in Bimini? Or Tahiti or wherever it is she went looking to relax?” Shaking his head, he walked to the window and stared out as the twilight sky deepened into lavender and the first stars winked into existence.

In the distance, he could see the fields of his home ranch, the Double M, freshly planted and only waiting for summer heat to grow and thrive and become a sea of waving, deep, rich green alfalfa. Beyond those fields lay miles of open prairie, where his cattle wandered freely and the horses he wanted to focus on raising and breeding raced across open ground, tails and manes flying.

This was his place. His home. His empire.

He’d taken over from his father when his parents died and Mac liked to think they’d have been proud of what he’d done with their legacy. He’d improved it, built on it and had plans that would continue to make it grow and thrive.

“And it would be a helluva lot easier to do if Andi hadn’t chucked it all for the beach and a margarita.”

When his phone rang, he reached for it, digging it out of his pocket. Seeing his sister’s name pop up didn’t put a smile on his face. “What is it, Vi?”

“Well, hello to you, too,” she said, laughing in his ear. “Nothing like family to give you that warm, fuzzy feeling.”

He sighed, scraped one hand across his face and searched for patience. He and Vi had been at odds most of their lives, especially since he had been in charge of her and Vi didn’t take kindly to anyone giving her orders. Through it all, though, they’d remained close, which he was grateful for.

Usually.

Already annoyed, he didn’t need much of a push to pass right into irritated. “What is it, Vi? I’m busy.”

“Wow, I’m just choking up with all this sentiment. Must be all these hormones from being pregnant with your first niece or nephew.”

Reluctantly, Mac smiled. Shaking his head, he leaned back against the nearest cabinet and said, “Point made. Okay then, what’s going on, little sister?”

“Oh, nothing much. Just wanted to see how you were holding up—you know,” she added in a sly tone, “with Andi gone and all.”

“Heard about that, did you?” Hadn’t taken long, Mac thought. But then the only thing that moved faster than a Texas tornado was gossip in Royal. He hated knowing that the whole town was talking about him.

Again. During that mess with Rafe, the McCallum family had been pretty much front and center on everyone’s radar. With that settled, he’d expected life to go back to normal. Which it would have if Andi hadn’t gotten a wild hair up her—

“Of course I heard,” Vi was saying, and he could tell by her voice she was enjoying herself. “People all over town are talking about it and I figured Laura could use some advice on how to defuse your temper.”