The Power House Wives. Fredrica GreeneЧитать онлайн книгу.
Caprice said, “I was hoping we’d spend more time together. But he’s always so busy with one thing or another, I never see him. Are you having the same problem with Nathan?”
“Nathan hasn’t retired.”
“I’m sorry. I thought Craig said...”Caprice clapped her hand to her mouth. “I must be thinking of someone else.” She looked over Zora’s shoulder. “Excuse me.”
Caprice headed toward Craig, who was hovering over an attractive young woman.
Apparently everybody but Zora was under the impression that Nathan had been let go, Laurel thought. Everybody must be wrong. Obviously, Zora would know. Besides, if he’d been fired, they wouldn’t be holding this extravagant event. Laurel moved in to say goodbye. This had been one of the most confusing evenings of her life. She was anxious to get home where she belonged.
Zora leaned toward her conspiratorially. “Did you know Craig was no longer at Power House?”
“I heard.”
“Nathan didn’t tell me.” Zora lowered her voice. “If I’d known, I needn’t have invited them.”
“You invited us, and Wes isn’t at Power House any more.”
“That’s different. We’re friends. Besides, you’ve had us over so often, I really couldn’t leave you out.” She drummed her manicured fingertips on her wine glass. “Nathan should try for Craig’s job. He’d be perfect for it. ”
“That would be great,” Laurel agreed. If Nathan replaced Craig, he might hire Wes back. “I’ll keep my fingers crossed for him.”
As she waited for the maid to retrieve her coat, Laurel felt a hand on her elbow. She turned to see Jim smiling at her. The smudge on his jacket was now ringed with a dark watermark. “You look like you’re about to leave,” he said. “Do you need a ride?”
She blushed. “I have my car.”
Without thinking, she brushed the spot on his jacket. “You really should let me have that cleaned,” she said.
“I need it tonight. Give me your phone number, and you can have it tomorrow. On condition that I buy you lunch.”
“I’m married,” she stammered. She felt her face turn red.
“I noticed.” He reached into his pocket and handed her his business card. “If you change your mind, give me a call.” He tapped his brow in a half-salute, ambled over to kiss Zora’s cheek and left.
Laurel fingered his card. Would she dare call? And if she did, what did she expect? Lunch? An affair? An insurance policy?
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