Then theyd spent another night together, stretching out the trip to the last second, before taking a compact private plane back to Royal.
It was nearly noon before Jenny arrived at the TCC offices. The outer door was closed, so she knew shed beaten Mitch to work. She hustled her way along the short hallway.
Finally, came an exasperated male voice from behind her.
Jenny glanced over her shoulder to see Brad Price catching up to her.
Where have you been? he demanded, taking her by surprise.
She concentrated on inserting her key into the office lock. Good morning, Brad.
Its afternoon, came his sharp retort.
Jenny pushed open the heavy door and glanced down at her watch. He was right about that.
Brad followed her inside. I understood the office opened at nine? It was more a rebuke than a question.
Ive been in Austin. Mitchs voice joined the conversation, and Jenny turned to see him stride through the open doorway. Won an award at the Longhorn Banquet, he said to Brad. Dont know if you heard.
What about Jenny? Brad challenged.
I gave her the day off.
Brad folded his arms across the chest of his business suit. I think we should be clear on the policy regarding office hours.
Mitch widened his stance. Win the election in December, and you can write any policy you want.
A tense moment of silence ensued.
I need to talk to you, said Brad.
Mitch gestured to his office. Come on in.
Once Mitchs office door closed behind the two men, Jenny breathed a sigh of relief. She tucked away her purse, turned on her computer and pressed the button to listen to her voice mail.
As she moved into her regular routine, uncertainty crowded in. They were back on their home turf again. Would Mitch end things as abruptly as he had last time? Was she ready to have her heart crushed so quickly?
Drawing a breath, she reflexively raised her hands to her chest and pressed them down. Shed gone into this thing with her eyes wide open. She needed to guard her heart, and she needed to be ready to walk away at a moments notice.
Mitch wasnt long-term. And the new, impulsive, carefree Jenny had to be ready to accept that. What they had at the moment was fun and exciting. She didnt need to quantify, classify and organize every nuance of their relationship.
She blew out her breath. She typed in the answer to a routine email request for information on the TCC. Then she opened a note of complaint about the proposed new clubhouse. She added it to the folder to bring to the attention of the board.
Then the phone rang, and she spent twenty minutes going over the rental options for a bride-to-be, the daughter of one of the long-term TCC members. It was going to be a spring wedding and, luckily, they were able to find a mutually workable date for the main hall and the grounds.
As she hung up the phone, Brad appeared. He bid her a reserved goodbye, and left.
Jenny? came Mitchs formal voice from inside his office.
Her stomach clenched with nerves. Was this going to be an abrupt and final kiss-off? Would Mitch once again suggest they forget their lovemaking ever happened and go back to normal?
Jenny? he called again.
She swallowed. On my way. Then she reflexively grabbed a notepad and pen. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe he simply wanted to talk about business.
But when she paused in the doorway of the big, rectangular, dark-paneled room, he was frowning. He moved from behind the huge ebony desk, pushing the high-backed diamond leather chair out of the way.
Close the door, he told her, and her heart sank.
She pushed back on the door, latching it shut, leaning against it for some kind of defense as he made his way past the round meeting table and the low conversation group of a leather couch and matching armchair.
Sorry about that, he muttered.
She didnt know what to say.
Brads under a lot of stress right now. The election, the feud with Abigail, and now hes really under the gun with those blackmail threats.
Theyre getting worse? Jenny was one of a very small circle of people who knew Brad had received blackmail threats involving the paternity of an illegitimate child.
Mitch nodded, but he kept moving forward, closer, closer still, until he drew her into his arms. God, I missed you.
What about Brad?
Brad can find his own woman.
She cracked a smile, hugging him back as relief flooded through her.
He cradled her head against his chest.
You dropped me off an hour ago, she reminded him. At Coles house, shed quickly changed into business clothes, jumped into her own car and driven directly to the office.
Seems like longer. He cupped her face, drawing her back and leaning down to kiss her.
Relief continued to sift its way through every fiber of her body. He wasnt going to break it off, at least not this second. As the kiss went on, longing took the place of relief, until she was molded tightly against him, deepening their kiss.
He pulled back and sucked in a tight breath. We cant do this.
For a moment, her heart stood still.
Not in the office, he continued. Then he dropped his arms and took a step back. He raked a hand through his dark hair. Im thinking, at least for now, we should be circumspect while were here.
Jenny gave herself a little shake, then nodded her head. He was saying the fling should continue, right? But they should keep it a secret? Could that work?
Certainly Emily and Cole had figured it out, since she was supposed to have stayed at Coles rented house in Austin. And Jeffrey knew theyd left the banquet together. How clandestine was Mitch thinking they could be?
She longed to ask him what he meant, but with the relationship so new and tentative, she didnt dare go into specific detail. Besides, that was old Jenny. New Jenny could go with the flow.
Maybe.
Im going to try to focus on work, Mitch told her with a sheepish grin. Can you do the same? For a few hours? Then Ill drop by Coles later?
Jenny nodded more vigorously this time. She could do that.
Its a weird time, he said, suddenly sounding tired, face pinched in worry. He shook his head, one hand going out to brace against the back of an armchair. You helped me over the past two days. Im grateful. But its starting to sink in, you know?
She knew. She remembered. Their exhilarating weekend together was one thing. But his career had also ended. She took a step toward him. Anything I can do?
I wish there was. Unexpectedly, a small smile twitched the corners of his mouth. There is one thing you can do. But your special brand of physical and emotional therapy will have to wait until after business hours.
She was relieved to see the worry ease from his expression. You know Im just a temporary stopgap.
Ill take it anyway. His midnight blue gaze bore into hers.
Did you think about this possibility at all? she found herself asking.
I tried very hard not to.
You had no kind of a plan?
He shook his head. Every single one of my coaches taught me to visualize success, not failure. When the tackles are bearing down on you, and the receiver is out of position, you dont dare, not even for one second, picture that ball missing the hands of the receiver. Its the kiss of death.
She found herself easing closer still.
So, yeah, I knew this might be a career-ending injury, he admitted. But I never let my mind go down the pathway to what that meant. Im running blind here, Jenny.
She longed to reach out to him. But she mustered her self-control. Can I hug you later? she asked, voice low and throbbing.
Hugging is the least of what I was counting on for later.
Jenny was surprised to find Emily sitting at the breakfast bar in Coles kitchen, munching her way through one of his cooks famous oatmeal almond cookies.
You just get home? asked Emily.
Are you waiting for me? Jenny slowed to a halt, wondering how much, if anything, Emily had figured out.
Emily glanced a little guiltily toward the back hallway. Im visiting Cole.
Well, well, well. This was interesting.
Jenny pulled out one of the breakfast bar stools and climbed up, cornerwise to Emily. She searched her friends expression for a clue. Youre visiting Cole?
Emily responded with a sly grin, taking a slow bite of her cookie and chewing. You stayed an extra day in Austin.
Jenny returned the smile self-consciously. I did.
We couldnt help but notice you didnt come back to the rental house.
Any more of those cookies left? asked Jenny, leaning forward and reaching for the brightly colored tin. She eased off the lid and plunged her hand inside, concentrating on selecting one of the round, grainy treats. Then she glanced around the kitchen to confirm they were alone. Mitch had a nice hotel suite.
And, so? Emily probed.
Jenny shrugged. So, I saw the hotel suite. Liked it. Decided to stay awhile.
And? Emily leaned forward. Give. Hes with you now? What changed his mind?
Jenny hadnt wanted to examine that question too closely. Her best guess was that Mitch had changed his mind about her being too fragile to risk dating.
Jenny? Emily prompted.
I dont know what to think, Jenny confided. I guess Im just taking it one day at a time, you know?
Emily nodded, reaching out to pat Jennys hand. I hear you. Cole and I are just testing the waters. Messing around to see if anything happens.
Jenny took another contemplative bite of the cookie. Messing around? Literally?
Started off a bit rocky at the dance, Emily told her in a low tone.
Jenny took another contemplative bite of the cookie. Messing around? Literally?
Started off a bit rocky at the dance, Emily told her in a low tone.
Yeah?
I asked him if he thought Emilio would be willing to get me pregnant.
Jenny nearly choked on an almond. You what?
After some discussion, Emily continued matter-of-factly, we decided Cole should do the job himself.
Seriously?
Emily nodded.
That must have been some dance.
Yeah. Well. Emily got a faraway look in her eyes. Apparently, you dont have to be that tall to be a kicker. I figure my sons can try out for the special teams.
Or shortstop. Cole appeared from the hallway, crossed the kitchen and helped himself to a cookie from the tin, taking a position beside the patio door and leaning against the wall. They might want to play baseball.
Jenny glanced from one to the other. They had to be joking. Didnt they? Are you two seriously thinking about making a baby?