She didn’t have to ask what he meant by “this.” But of course neither one of them would put a name to it and say it out loud.
Not with their history. Not with their work relationship. Not with her sister.
“I don’t know, Mr. Wyatt,” she responded. “But it will be fun to find out.”
CHAPTER FIVE
I don’t think Bambi would appreciate how much trouble you’re giving me,” Sophie muttered at the deer head that was staying stubbornly mounted to Gray’s office wall. “Oh God. You’re not Bambi, are you?”
The thought made her shiver, which in turn made her teeter on the ladder.
“Pull it together, Sophie,” she commanded once she’d regained her balance.
She pushed Bambi out of her mind and tried to force herself to think of the hunting trophy as a thing.
Davie the Deer was the last to go, and was proving far more stubborn than Elvis the Elk, Morrie the Moose, and Benny the Bear.
Not that she’d gotten attached to the poor guys while she’d been taking them down or anything.
“Come on, Davie,” she said, easing her hands around to where the plaque met the wall. “Work with me here. This looked so easy when Jeff did it.”
Jeff Andrews was Brayburn’s vice president of sales and had become one of her first friends at the company ever since he’d rescued her Red Vines from the vending machine on her first day. He’d offered to help her out, and she’d happily taken him up on it.
But after handily pulling down most of the heads, Jeff had deserted her. Something about couples’ therapy with the wife. He’d seemed more excited about the dead animals.
“Focus, Sophie.” She had to get the damn wall cleared before he returned from his dentist’s appointment.
Today was it. The end of their one-week trial. Sophie couldn’t afford to fail at the one task Gray had asked of her. As in, she literally could not afford it. Not after the whopping credit card bill she’d opened this morning. Unemployment was not an option. Even if the alternative was being employed by the devil.
Sophie took a deep breath and tugged again at the deer. Nothing. Kicking off her shoes, she let them drop to the floor and tried once more. She felt two nails break, and the obstinate deer head stayed exactly where it was.
She pulled back to glare at Davie for several moments. “I hate you,” she whispered. “You’re going to get me fired.”
Feeling frazzled and desperate, Sophie grabbed at Davie’s nose and pulled as hard as she could.
Davie stayed.
Sophie did not.
She let out a high-pitched squeal as she reeled backward on the ladder. Her last thought was that it was all Davie’s fault as she started a graceless tumble.
Straight into Grayson Wyatt’s arms.
She heard his grunt as she fell into him, her back slamming into his chest. The impact was hard enough to jar her teeth, but it was a heck of a lot better than breaking her neck on the office floor.
His arms shouldn’t have felt familiar. Shit, why did they feel familiar?
Probably just reliving that initial moment of terror in Las Vegas, Sophie told herself, remembering the way she’d thrown herself at him then. Still, the sheer rightness of his embrace felt out of place, considering the wrongness of the moment. But she didn’t move.
Neither did he.
Sophie felt his heart hammering again against her back. Her own stupid heart was beating a bit too fast, although she wasn’t sure if it was from the near-death experience or her proximity to a very nice-smelling male.
One strong arm was wrapped around her waist, and the other banded protectively over her chest. Her toes weren’t even touching the ground, but from some deep, abandoned part of her soul, she realized she hadn’t felt this safe in as long as she could remember.
Her soul was apparently a fool. There was nothing safe about this man.
The fingers near her waist moved upward ever so slightly, and Sophie’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment before she realized that he was merely adjusting his grip.
“You okay?” His breath was hot against her ear, and she couldn’t seem to force any words out. She nodded and shifted slightly under his grasp, trying not to be too aware of the firm male body pressed against hers.
His fingers tightened again at her movements, and this time it was Gray who hissed out a breath. He set her down roughly and yanked his arms back as though she’d burned him.
She felt a flash of regret that the moment was over, but she steeled herself and turned around to face him, ready to deal with the lecture she instinctively knew was coming.
He didn’t yell. Of course he didn’t. But his eyes were screaming murder.
“What the hell were you doing?” His voice was as hard as she’d ever heard it, and she couldn’t resist taking the smallest step backward. The ladder blocked her escape.
“I, um…just doing as you asked. Getting rid of the animal heads.” She gestured toward the corner of his office where Jeff had set the remaining trophies.