Once she reached Marc's gravesite, she knelt and set back on our heels, her hands fidgeting with one of her husband's handkerchiefs she carried with her, knotting and unknotting the corners. Maggie's grave was on his left and to his right was a plot reserved for Jacqui. A pang of guilt tugged at her that she was not already lying beside them. It was only because of her recklessness that she wasn't. Her friends told her it had saved her, but she didn't agree. Her place was beside her husband."Hey, Maggie, baby," she said, tears already pooling at the bottom of her eyes. "Mommy misses you so much. Do you remember the community center I told you about? Well, I hired the company that'll build it today. Well, actually, it'll be tonight when they sign the contracts, but we're closer. Mr. Wellington is really excited. He says they are used to building fun things for children, like four-story slides right inside the building. You're going to be so proud of it." Jacqui swiped at a tear that sn
"I really wish you were staying behind to sign those contracts," Morgan said as he unloaded the trunk of Neal's luggage. "Jacqui Karston likes you. She wants to deal with you. Not me." Morgan didn't mind doing the work, but he wasn't overly fond of coddling the clients. When it came to employees, they either did the job or they were fired. You couldn't fire the people you worked for, and Neal would kill him if he quit. It wasn't that Morgan couldn't schmooze with the best of them. It was just that he hated the hypocrisy of it all. Neal was much better at playing politics and smoothing the ruffled feathers of the people who hired Rutherford Construction. Morgan didn't have the time or patience for the nonsense. If he was anything, he was honest about his motives. Kissing anyone's ass was just never his style.Neal lifted the lever of his luggage on wheels and slung the strap to his briefcase over his shoulder. "Who she wants and who she likes is beside the point. This is why I brought y
Snatching his sports coat off the front seat, Morgan tossed the keys to the valet as he slid out from behind the steering wheel. Slipping the coat over his shoulders, he entered what appeared to be some fancy crab house. Doesn't this woman like barbecue? He just shook his head. She's so damn formal. Everything's a show. He couldn't complain this time, however, since she was the one footing the bill. Tit for Tat. Morgan walked through the doorway as a slender man, probably in his early twenties, held it open for him. Another young thing stood behind the podium, white shirt, hair pulled back in a tight ponytail making her face look too taut, and slick black slacks. Her smile, however, was genuine and ready to please. Too bad she could have been his daughter, he thought as he approached her. "I'm here to meet Mrs. Karston."The young hostess glanced down at her list and nodded. "Yes, sir," she said as she checked something off. Even her voice sounded too young. "Mrs. Karston is already
She sipped her water, stirring it first, so the lemon floated around, spreading the bitter flavor. She wasn't happy that Neal Rutherford had left. Furthermore, she was even less enthused she had not been informed of his departure before it happened. When Morgan said it would only be him working on the project, she assumed he meant the underlings of the company and Neal would be there to keep his people on course. She never expected Morgan to be the one with which she would have to interact. While she agreed to his proposal, she didn't think he took her project seriously enough."We're an organization aimed at rebuilding the areas of Biloxi that need to be restored. I want to help people who need to rebuild their lives. We help them start businesses, provide housing, and create jobs."He nodded, his face an impressed expression. "Worthwhile objectives. Have you been successful at it?""I think so. People who had no homes now have a roof over their heads. We've helped people create their
He could tell he threw her off, and that pleased him to no end. Of course, Morgan was smart enough to not show it. Now was not the time to be cocky. It would only piss her off more. Neal would kill Morgan if he managed to screw up and lose the contract after he was the one who landed the gig in the first place. It wouldn't hurt anything for him to play nice with Jacqui Karston for a bit. He could always track down that waitress after Miss Uptight left."I prefer steaks, to be honest, but seafood is a nice change of pace. I'm very low maintenance when it comes to food. Being a bachelor living alone, I tend to eat on the fly mostly. Fast food joints, sadly, are my chefs. Do you eat out a lot?""No. Sophia, my housekeeper, cooks for my father and me. He moved in after becoming paralyzed in an accident. However, I am also forced to attend quite a few functions and business dinners, trapped into eating quite a few things I'd rather skip.""I'm sorry to hear that about your father. That has
I'm sorry, Marc," Jacqui groaned as her husband sat on the bed beside her, stroking her crumpled hair. "There is no way my head or my stomach are going to make it on a plane ride today. I way overdid it at the gala last night. I am not getting out of this bed.""It's okay, baby," Marc told her. "Maggie and I will make it a father-daughter day. Besides, it'll give you some recovery time. You did put away quite a few appletinis last night." He said that last sentence with a grin spreading across his face.She groaned again, wanting to bury herself in the pillow. "And I'm definitely paying for it. I spent most of my night in the bathroom praying to the porcelain god."He laughed as he moved his hand to her back, caressing it. "I know. I was the one holding your hair out of the way.""I was wondering how that happened." Maggie ran in and Marc caught her before she could leap onto the bed. "Mommy has a headache," he whispered to his daughter."Is Mommy still going on the plane ride with us
Morgan jerked the legs open of a folding table he had bought on his way to the new office. He had purchased some cheap folding chairs and office supplies, as well. While he wouldn't order furniture until the interior had been remodeled, he still needed a place to work until the temporary trailer arrived, which was to be there Monday. He at least needed a place to interview people. Barbie, Neal's assistant, had called that morning and told him that a man named Vince Andrews would be stopping by around lunch to be interviewed for the foreman position. If Morgan liked him, then the two of them could get things rolling and hire an office staff. "Hire more than you need, at first," Neal had told him. "It gives you a group to cull the weak ones from and prepares you for the influx of work that, hopefully, comes our way." Neal's motto was prepare for success and you may actually get it. Neal Rutherford was always successful. Morgan now stood inside the moldy smelling building staring at the b
Jacqui just stared. She had not been expecting anyone except Morgan to be there. When she saw Vince, it had completely thrown her off her reason for even being there, not that she really had one. She suddenly felt very silly. She wanted to turn and run but didn't want to seem like the idiot she probably already appeared to be for just stopping and standing there. With a deep breath and a forced smile, she continued to walk toward the two men standing by a cheap folding table. She had no idea why Vince Andrews was there, but she should not have been surprised that he would squirm his way into her project. It had been well over a year since she had last seen him, bought him out of the company he started with her husband and sent him on his way. She felt her face blush at the memory of why that had happened. "Good morning, Mr. Brewer. Mr. Andrews." She glanced around at the empty office. "When will you start making this your home?"Morgan stared at her, his smile making her look away.