“Next question.” She grabbed a card. He would not be getting her all mushy with the Luce business again. “Wild card. Ask any question.”
“Sounds fun. I like to be wild.”
Wasn’t that the truth?
She snorted. “What were you really doing when you left earlier?”
“I confess I had business to deal with.”
“Two-part question.” She tossed the card on the table.
“You’ve got to say that first.”
“That’s not in the rules.” Not that she’d actually read the rules. But she was pretty sure it wasn’t there.
More dimples.
“What business exactly? Is it a news story?” she asked.
He leaned forward so their hands nearly touched. “If I confess something to you, can you keep it to yourself?”
She cocked her head to the side. “Did you do something illegal?”
“No.”
“That’s too bad. Your confession would be more interesting.” She tossed another piece of label into the pile littering the table.
“Would you keep a secret if I did something illegal?” he asked.
“That depends.” The small pile of shredded label grew alongside the stack of condoms in front of her.
“On what?” When he tipped back his beer, the shirt he wore stretched taut across his upper body, giving her a view of the definition underneath.
She parted her lips. He tossed her a questioning look.
“What exactly you did. Hypothetically, of course,” she finally replied.
His grin widened. “What illegal activities would you keep a secret?”
“Let’s say you beat up a guy because he threatened a kid or a puppy. That’s you being a decent human being. So, I’d keep that secret. Now, if you killed someone, I’d be forced to call the police.”
Dear Lord, just when she thought his grin was at its sexiest, it got bigger, teeth and dimples and all.
“This is confidential. I trust you’ll respect the bonds ofConfessions?”
She nodded, mesmerized by all that was him.
He leaned closer, and the heat from his golden eyes hypnotized her. Or maybe it was the heat from thoughts of how they could use the substitute game pieces. Either way.
“I turn thirty in a few weeks. I confess that when that happens, I’ll inherit Crestone Broadcasting. The transfer of ownership involves a lot of phone calls and paperwork. I dealt with that today—the phone calls part.”
Well, that wasn’t so big. Not murder big, anyway.
Still, though, not small.
Okay, crapola. This was huge.
William would be her boss—a boss with access to her personnel file. A boss with the ability to call the shots with her career. She absolutely wouldn’t get involved with him. No way.
