Morrissey Sand.
Some guy she didn’t know.
And as she’d absolutely expected, KingstondoggoneitMoore.
Her heart clenched just breathing the same air he was.
Nicole looked him right in his bright blue eyes. “Fancy meeting you here,silent partner.”
Kingston’s shut-tight expression didn’t change. “It’s good to see you.”
“Aren’t you supposed to be at a golf show in New York City?” she demanded.
He looked down at his hands lying on the conference table.
Thatconference table.Right there,where his hands were resting, in themiddleof that long side of the table.
Yep.
He said, “We’re flying back this afternoon. I’ll be at the show for Friday and the weekend.”
“OnLast Chance’sprivate plane.”
“Yes. The plane is Last Chance’s private plane.”
“Yeah. Huh.” Nicole turned around and shoved the door open, startling Arvind and twenty other people lurking out there.
She grabbed Selma by her wrist and yanked her inside. “If I have to negotiate with these jerks, you have to take notes. We need a record of this meeting.”
Selma scooted around and sat at the far end of the table, half-sideways, her thumbs at the ready on her phone. “Okay, I’m video-recording it.”
Kingston’s gaze followed Nicole as she stomped into the room and sat across the table from the three stupidly handsome men.
She tried not to look at Kingston. Every time she did, flashes of him laughing with his head on a white pillow, walking with her barefoot on beaches with his hand holding hers, and that obsessed sharpness in his blue eyes when he took off her clothes dominated her thoughts.
Her body dissolved with longing, wanting to drift across the table as mist and touch him.
“Thank you for coming, Ms. Lamb,” Kingston said.
Nicole ignored that and glanced at Selma. “Attendees at this meeting are Nicole Catherine Lamb, designated representative of Fairways and Greens Un-Ionized.”
“I thought you formed a union, and this was a union negotiation,” Kingston said, frowning at the paperwork littering the table in front of him.
“It is. Unionized and un-ionized are spelled the same way. Since the union started with the engineers and scientists in the lab core, its name is a science joke.”
“So it was you,” Morrissey said, unsmiling. “I am not at all surprised.”
“We’d been talking about a union before Last Chance bought Sidewinder. You guys have to state your names for the record.”
Morrissey regarded her with his pale blue, almost gray eyes. “Morrissey Sand, attorney at law and partner at Last Chance, Inc.”
The other guy on the end said, “Jericho Parr, partner at Last Chance, Inc.”
Kingston didn’t take his eyes off Nicole. “Kingston Moore.”
“And your position,”she told him, her jaw barely moving.
Then he looked down at the table. “Partner at Last Chance, Inc.”
