Amy winced, feeling suddenly emotional. She loved this job. Sheâd even come pretty close to loving her boss a time or two. But if she was going to have any sort of life at all, she was going to have to leave this all behind. âIâIâm afraid Iâm not going to be able to work here anymore.â
Carter gave her a long-suffering look. âWhat do you want, Pendleton? A raise? A new title? More responsibility?â
âI wantâ¦â She hesitated. Sheâd never really told him this before, though sheâd hinted at it often enough lately. âI want a home. I want a husband. I want babies, and a cat, and long mornings in bed and walks on the beach.â
âWhat?â
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A Little Moonlighting
Raye Morgan
This one is for Val Payne,
good friend and fellow water polo mom
has spent almost two decades, while writing over fifty novels, searching for the answer to that elusive question: Just what is that special magic that happens when a man and a woman fall in love? Every time she thinks she has the answer, a new wrinkle pops up, necessitating another book! Meanwhile, after living in Holland, Guam, Japan and Washington, D.C., she currently makes her home in Southern California with her husband and two of her four boys.
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
âPack your bags, Pendleton. Weâll be dining in Paris tomorrow.â
Amy Pendleton looked up from her desk with a worried frown, her sleek blond head tilted to the side as she regarded her boss, Carter James, who seemed all too cheerful with his news.
âParis, France?â she asked, a slight hint of desperation in her tone.
âOf course,â he replied, waving papers at her before he dropped them on her desktop. His clear blue eyes shone with anticipation. âAh, the Seine, the Champs-Ãlysées, the streetside bistrosâ¦â
Her pretty face twisted as her brows pulled together. âWerenât we just in Paris last month?â she asked, wondering why he never seemed to notice that her enthusiasm for these constant business trips had waned in recent months. âOr was that Amsterdam?â
âBoth,â he said happily, dropping to sit on the corner of her desk, one leg swinging. âAnd donât forget that great steak dinner we had in Madrid on that trip. Too bad the meeting in Copenhagen lasted so late into the night that we had to settle for herring sandwiches.â
âHerring sandwiches,â she echoed, her voice hollow, her eyes glazed over. Absently, she picked up a pencil and held it in her hands. âAnother cross-Atlantic flight. Cardboard airplane food.â She snapped the pencil in two and let the pieces drop onto her desk as she stared into a grim future. âHour-long waits at ticket counters.â She picked up another pencil and snapped it, too. âWearing clothes so wrinkled they look as though youâd slept in them.â Snap went a third. âNo sleep. Jet lag. No way to keep track of the days.â
A deep sigh shuddered through her. âI just want to spend three consecutive nights in my own bed,â she said wistfully.
âRemember that little café where we had that great Turkish coffee the last time we were in Paris?â Carter said, his eyes focused on a distant memory.
His handsome face was relaxed, content. The picture of the successful businessman, his wide shoulders filled out his impeccable Italian suit as though heâd been born to wear the style. His thick dark hair was combed back in a slight wave off his forehead, but perfectly controlled, as was most of his life. âWeâll go there for breakfast on our first morningâ¦â