Love, Your Secret Admirer. SUSAN MEIERЧитать онлайн книгу.
eager to see her reaction—which in this case was an eye-popping makeover—and he would have commented. Instead, he didn’t seem to notice Sarah’s makeover when he arrived, and he had stayed sequestered in his office most of the day.
But Matt’s whole hypothesis had fallen through when Wintersoft’s general counsel had stepped into Sarah and Sunny’s workstation two minutes after Sunny had left and started making small talk with Sarah.
Small talk! Lawyers never made small talk. Every word they spoke had a purpose. And, in this case, the only purpose could be that Grant was putting the moves on Sarah.
Matt wanted to punch him.
Wayne closed the closet door and headed for his bright yellow kitchen. “I made your favorite. Roast beef and mashed potatoes.”
Matt followed his dad down the hall. “I’m not hungry,” he said, then wished he could bite his tongue.
His dad stopped, faced Matt and shook his head. “You know I’m going to get this out of you before the end of the night.”
Matt sighed. “There’s nothing to get out.”
“Great, then I’m sure you’ll want seconds on potatoes.”
“All right,” Matt said, realizing he wasn’t in the mood for two hours of twenty questions while being forced to eat mass quantities of food that would taste like sawdust, so he might as well tell the truth and get it over with. “If you have to know, I’m preoccupied because Sarah has a secret admirer.”
“Your assistant Sarah?” Wayne asked, pushing open the swinging door that led to his kitchen. The round oak table had been set for dinner.
Matt walked to the refrigerator and grabbed two beers. “Yes.”
Wayne laughed. “And you’re jealous.”
“No. I’m concerned because I think it’s Wintersoft’s legal counsel, Grant Lawson.”
Matt’s dad thought for a second before he said, “I must not know him.”
“He’s a nice enough guy,” Matt said, taking his usual seat and setting his napkin on his lap. “But he’s divorced and I get the impression he’s soured on marriage enough that he’ll never take the plunge again.”
“Oh, so you’re worried about Sarah?”
“Yes,” Matt said, sighing with relief that his dad understood. He wasn’t jealous. Really. He was concerned.
“And you’re not even a little jealous?”
“No. Just very concerned,” Matt said, but a picture of Sarah in her cinnamon-colored suede suit popped into his head and his chest tightened.
“That’s why your face just turned beet-red. Because you’re not jealous.”
Matt tossed his napkin to the table. “I don’t know why I come here to have dinner with you.”
“You come here because I’m your dad and I don’t let you get away with lying. Especially not to yourself.” Wayne served himself a thick slice of pot roast. “Which means you want me to be honest, so I have to come right out and say this. You’ve got the look of a jealous man on your face.”
Matt sighed. “Okay, you want me to come clean. I’ll come clean. Sarah got flowers Friday night and, yeah, I got a twinge of jealousy. But I squelched it because bosses are not supposed to date the women they supervise.”
Wayne took a big bite of mashed potato, chewed, then said, “So get her transferred.”
Matt gaped at his dad. “That would be idiotic.”
“Why?”
“Why? Because she’s a good worker. I need her.”
“You know what, Matt? You’re thirty-one. At this point in your life I would much rather hear you say you need a woman sexually than as a good secretary.”
Matt squeezed his eyes shut. “Here we go again!”
“I’m not getting any younger. Neither are you. I would like to have grandkids while I still have energy enough to bounce them on my knee.”
“You might want grandkids now, but I can’t afford kids for another few years. Besides, you’re the one who always told me not to get involved with a woman until I’m ready. So butt out.”
Wayne’s face reddened, and he looked down at his green beans.
Matt was instantly repentant.
“Dad, I’m sorry, I…”
“No, it’s all right. You’re right. A man needs to be ready to get married and even more ready to have kids. If you think you’re not there financially, then I support you.”
Matt said, “Thanks.” But he felt awful, really and truly awful. Not because he had insulted his dad, though he had. But more because he wasn’t ready. And because he wasn’t ready he couldn’t give his dad the family he wanted.
Worse, he felt awful because he couldn’t protect Sarah.
The next morning, Matt sat behind his desk feeling like the starship Enterprise on red alert. Grant had to pass through Sarah and Sunny’s workstation to get to his office and if he said one word that Matt didn’t like, Matt was pouncing. He couldn’t save Sarah by dating her because he was her boss, but that didn’t mean he would let her get involved with a man who had no intention of settling down. So far neither Grant nor Sarah had arrived, but Matt was ready.
Even as he finished that thought, Sarah turned the corner from the main entryway. As she had the day before, she walked down the hall to her office as if in slow motion. The thick curls of her beautiful red hair bounced around her. Her long legs ate up the space to her office as if it were nothing. Her navy-blue suit fit her as if it had been made for her. Her flawless makeup made her look like a model rather than an accounting assistant.
“Good morning, Matt!”
He cleared his throat. Without getting up from his seat he called, “Good morning.”
Grant Lawson picked that precise second to walk down the corridor. Reading a newspaper and carrying a briefcase, he nearly walked into Sarah.
“Oh, I’m sorry!” he said, dropping his briefcase and grabbing her shoulders to right her when she swayed on her tall navy-blue shoes.
Sarah smiled at him. “It’s okay. No harm done. I should know better than to stop in the hall.”
Gazing into Sarah’s eyes, Grant grinned and Matt’s pulse began to hammer. He rose from his seat and rounded his desk. He was halfway to Sarah’s workstation before he realized he had no clue what he would say, and no right to say anything anyway.
Grant stepped back. “I still should have been looking,” he said, then picked up his briefcase. “Would you tell Sunny to buzz me the second she gets in? I’m closing my door today. I don’t want to be disturbed.”
Sarah turned and walked to her desk. “Sure. I’ll be glad to.”
Grant stuck his nose in his newspaper again. “Great. Thanks.”
Matt stared at the scene, deciding he must have imagined anything flirtatious he’d thought he’d seen in the beginning of that mess. Not only did Sarah not look interested in Grant, but Grant didn’t look interested in Sarah. A swell of relief filled Matt’s chest, until he realized he really was jealous. And not just the I-wish-I-was-like-him kind of jealous. He was full-blown, man-woman jealous. And there wasn’t a darned thing he could do about it.
“Do you need something, Matt?” Sarah asked curiously and Matt recognized that he had been standing in his doorway, staring at her, for at least thirty seconds.
He looked at her beautiful red hair cascading around her and at her pretty green eyes. In that second, he knew that if the situation were right, he would