Wild Nights with her Wicked Boss. Nicola MarshЧитать онлайн книгу.
His non-committal response guaranteed Callum would push further.
‘You didn’t like her?’
He liked her too much, that was the problem, and it had nothing to do with her role as tour guide for the company.
‘It’s not that. She just seems too green.’
‘We all had to start somewhere.’
Fair call, considering he’d spent years travelling the world after he’d finished his degree, moving from job to job, place to place, not willing to stop for fear the past—and the memories of his dead brother—would catch up with him.
If it hadn’t been for Callum helping him set up Wild Thing he’d still be wandering, chasing shadows.
‘You know Fred Beacham called in a favour to have me hire her?’
‘Yeah, but after the initial screening I knew she’d be a good candidate anyway.’ Callum paused, cleared his throat. ‘You hate owing anybody anything. Is that what this is about?’
Rhys bit back his instant rebuttal. Was that why hiring the rich princess irked? Because he’d owed Fred and had had his favour called in?
Ignoring the question, he fired one of his own. ‘You move in the same circles as the Beachams. Do you know why Fred was so gung-ho about a job for Jade?’
‘Beats me.’
Callum paused as a long squeal interrupted their conversation, his resigned sigh making him chuckle. ‘Haven’t seen Fred socially for ages, not since the terrible two were born.’
Rhys laughed. ‘You’d take a stake to the heart for those kids and you know it.’
‘Got me.’ Callum’s rueful chuckles petered out. ‘You coming to visit soon? Like sometime in the next decade or so, before they get their driving licences?’
‘Yeah, yeah, sure,’ he said, despising himself for how easily the lie tripped off his tongue. He had no intention of meeting his niece and nephew any time soon. Seeing their beaming faces in the photos Callum constantly emailed was bad enough, their toothy grins and chubby cheeks and all-round happiness exacerbating the sense of loss he strove to ignore every day.
Callum wouldn’t be put off for ever but, thankfully, he let his reticence slide this time. ‘Look, why don’t you give Jade a trial? See how she handles the job for a few months?’
A few short months if he had anything to say about it. He hadn’t stipulated a time frame with Fred, just agreed to give his darling daughter a job. Wouldn’t be his fault if he had to fire her for incompetence.
‘That’s what I had in mind.’
A loud, prolonged shout of ‘da-a-a-a-d-d-dy’ heralded the end of their phone call.
‘I’ll leave you to it, bro.’
‘Thanks for the call.’
Callum hesitated, making him wonder what was really going on with his reserved older sibling.
‘From our initial interview I got the feeling Jade really needs a break. So give her a fair go, okay?’
‘Shall do. Catch you later.’
As he hung up he managed a wry grin. Looked as if Jade had added his brother to her growing fan club.
‘Excuse me, Rhys. Do you have a minute?’ Cheri stuck her head around the door.
His latest secretary was the best he’d ever had: punctual, reliable and efficient, qualities he valued in an employee. Particularly skilled at handling problems, she dealt with them swiftly and with minimal fuss, allowing him to concentrate on running the company. And she didn’t bat her eyelashes at him or wear microminis and bend over his desk like the last bimbo he’d had the misfortune to hire.
‘Sure. What’s up?’
He hoped his latest employee would be half as competent as Cheri, though he wouldn’t mind if Jade batted her eyelashes at him. Not one little bit. As for bending over his desk in a short skirt…
‘We have a problem.’
He wrenched his attention out of the gutter. Cheri wasn’t prone to exaggeration so he braced himself for the worst.
‘Allan called. He has glandular fever and won’t be doing the season this year. I called our two back-ups and both are unavailable. What do you want me to do?’
He swore softly. The wilderness safaris couldn’t run with three people, especially when one of them was a novice.
‘Thanks, Cheri, leave it with me.’
She exited quietly, casting a worried glance in his direction.
‘Damn.’
He grabbed the nearest pen, twirling it between his fingers, a stupid habit he had for doing his best thinking.
Wild Thing was more than a business; it was his pride and joy. He’d developed it from scratch, starting as a park naturalist for various national parks all around the world before migrating to Canada and venturing into the beautiful wilds of Alaska. He’d nurtured the idea of forming his own tour company and with dedication, patience and countless hours of hard work—plus the steadying influence of Callum—he’d finally succeeded.
This season promised to be the best yet, with two more cruise lines signing up for the luxury tours his company was famous for, and there was no way he’d squelch on a business deal.
The pen twirled faster the harder he thought, mulling over solutions as he stared at the print hanging on the opposite wall: a majestic bald eagle soared above snow-capped mountains, the caption FREEDOM in bold letters under it.
A germ of an idea sprouted in the back of his mind, yet he stifled it.
Don’t even think about it.
However, the harder he tried to ignore it, the more it nagged until he couldn’t focus on anything else.
Cursing under his breath, he picked up the phone. ‘Cheri, tag me onto the travel arrangements you’re making for Jade and the boys, and arrange my equipment. I’m going to Alaska.’
He slammed the phone down without waiting for a response and redialled before he had a chance to renege on the stupidest thing he’d done in a long while.
‘Aldo, I need you in my office pronto. You’re acting CEO for the next six months and we’ve a lot of planning to do. See you in five minutes.’
As he hung up on his deputy, he glanced at the print again. It mocked him. He hadn’t felt free in a long time; responsibility and guilt put paid to that.
Now, he was heading back to the one place he truly loved and it scared him to death.
Chapter Three
FOR the first time in her life, Jade had a job. A real, honest-to-goodness job, with a wage and co-workers and a boss who’d given her two sleepless nights in a row.
While acing the interview had been the confidence boost she needed, she still hadn’t quite got her head around the interview itself.
Rhys Cartwright might be hot stuff, but the guy was seriously weird. All that subterfuge and play-acting reminded her of the people she’d left behind, though her parents and Julian would eclipse Rhys in the Oscar-winning stakes.
Shaking her head to dislodge the painful memories, she zipped her backpack shut and hoisted it onto her shoulders, wriggling to get comfortable, testing the weight.
Not bad, considering she’d over-packed as usual. She’d happily walked away from her couture ball gowns, had the foresight to pack all her winter gear. She’d probably stand out like a designer snowman in her gear but who cared? Didn’t matter, as long as she did a great