The Closer You Come (The Original Heartbreakers, #1)(20)

Fourth: THIS IS VERY UNPROFESSIONAL MISS DILLON. PERHAPS YOU AREN’T SERIOUS ABOUT WORKING HERE OR BUYING THE SHOP.

Just peachy. “I’ve got to go,” she said on a sigh. “If you could give Jessie Kay a ride home, I’d appreciate it.” Brook Lynn continued to do her best to avoid looking at him, although her reason for doing so had changed. Reminded of her sister...reminded of what this man had done to Jessie Kay, with Jessie Kay, a flood of guilt swept through her.

I shouldn’t want to hold him or be held by him. I should want to slap him.

Jase opened his mouth, closed it. He ran a hand through his hair, the thick muscles in his arms knotting, his body radiating a frustration his facial features failed to project.

“I’d...like to offer you a job,” he finally gritted out.

That was what bothered him? The thought of offering her a job?

Wait. Back up. He actually wanted her to work for him? Shock forced her to meet his gaze once again. His eyes were darker, deeper...infinite. She shivered, her tone breathless as she asked, “A job?”

He inclined his head, saying more easily, “As my assistant.”

“Your assistant?” When had she become an echo?

Another incline of his head.

“I don’t understand,” she said. “Why do you need an assistant? What do you even do?”

“I live.”

“You live.” Echoing again. “What does that mean?”

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Look, I have to fix this place up, make sure it’s safe. Habitable. I can’t do that if I’m always leaving to buy supplies.”

“So you’d want me to buy supplies?”

“Among other things,” he muttered.

“What other things?” Love-shack cleanup? Finding all the panties stuffed in his mattress?

“This and that.”

“Wow. You’re so informative.” But she needed another job. Desperately. Her Rhinestone Cowgirl wages weren’t enough to survive and thrive. “How much would you pay me? What hours would I work? Monday through Saturday, I wouldn’t be able to start until sometime after noon. And why do you want me?”

The words reverberated in her head, the burn returning to her cheeks. “I mean,” she added, “what skills do you think I bring to the table?” She’d graduated high school, sure—barely. After her mother died, she’d stopped caring about her grades. And after Uncle Kurt left, she’d been too busy working any odd job she could find, trying to make money and remove some of the burden from Jessie Kay’s shoulders. Delivering newspapers and running errands for her neighbors hadn’t exactly allowed her to build a sought-after skill set.

Jase thought for a moment, sighed. “You’re loyal and dedicated, two of my favorite things. In an employee,” he was quick to add.

Her brow furrowed as she considered his words. “How do you know I’m loyal and dedicated? This is only our third conversation.”

His expression said do we really need to get into that?

No, she supposed they didn’t. The answer was simple. The way she chased after Jessie Kay.

“I’ll pay you five hundred dollars a week,” he said.

What! Did he expect her to hand over a kidney, too? Did she care? The greatest opportunity of her life had just presented itself on a maple-syrup-soaked breakfast platter. And, really, the job would be easy. A basic fetch and carry, with a little of this and that on the side. Baking? Getting rid of one-night stands?

Done, done and done. With a smile.

But she couldn’t rush into anything, had to chat with her sister, weigh the pros and cons. “I need a day to think about it,” she said.

He nodded, as if he’d expected such a response. “Call me tomorrow.”

“I’ll need your—”

“My number is already programmed into your phone.”

Uh... “How is it programmed into my phone? I didn’t add it.”

“No, you didn’t. But I did.”

How— Oh! There was no pass code to safeguard her list of contacts—because she couldn’t afford a new phone and had to make due with an old flip.

Her hands curled into fists. “You had no right to do that.”

“Delete it, then,” he replied, shrugging. “Whatever.”

“Delete what?” Jessie Kay strolled into the kitchen, looking as fresh as a daisy. No sign of a hangover, which hardly seemed fair. She patted Jase’s behind as she passed him, saying, “Hey, handsome. You sure are looking good this morning.”

His lips almost—almost—deepened into a scowl as he backed away from her. Did he ever feel anything? Really feel?

“What?” Jessie Kay asked with an unrepentant grin. “Just appreciating the machinery. Nothing wrong with that.”

Brook Lynn battled an intense surge of jealousy at the thought—

Jealousy? No, no. Indigestion. Almost definitely for sure there was a chance indigestion was all it was. “There’s food for you on the table,” she said, and her sister immediately changed directions. “After you eat, Jase will drive you home.” The indigestion grew worse. “Stay there. Please. After my shift at Edna’s, we need to talk.”

You were supposed to go see your doctor and ask out Brad today.