Fortune's Legacy. Maureen Child
Kyra was pretty surprised at that herself.
“I have a few things I need to discuss with Ms. Fortune,” Garrett said.
“I see.” Clearly, Carol didn’t see and wasn’t at all happy about it, either. But left with no other choice, she backed out and said, “I’ll see you in the morning, then.”
“Fine.”
When they were alone again, Kyra chanced a look at Garrett. And she had to ask. “Do you really enjoy all the hero worship?”
He frowned at her. “What?”
She waved one hand at the empty doorway, then stood up to face him, feeling more in charge on her feet. “Carol. Your guard dog.”
He laughed shortly and the sound surprised Kyra. But the real surprise was suddenly realizing that he was even better-looking when he smiled.
Oh dear God.
Stop noticing these things, she told herself.
Shaking his head, he strolled slowly around her desk, idly lifting first her brass nameplate, then a framed picture of her and her brothers and sister. He held the photo and studied it as he spoke. “Carol’s been with me for ten years and she’s…territorial.”
“Yeah,” Kyra said. “Like a Doberman.”
“What do you mean?” Still holding the photo, he shot her a glance.
“Only that it’s probably easier to get an audience with the Pope than it is to get in and see you.”
Frowning slightly, he said, “I didn’t realize.”
Maybe he really didn’t know how well Carol protected him from the people who worked for him. Maybe he was totally unaware that his assistant practically threw herself in front of his door to keep the unwashed at bay. But if he didn’t know, he darn well should.
“You ought to get out more, General,” Kyra told him. “Visit with the troops.”
Thoughtfully, he nodded. “Maybe you’re right.” Then he shifted his gaze back to the picture he still held. “Your family?”
“Yes.” She didn’t have to look at the photo to know what he was seeing. A few months ago she and her siblings had gotten together for lunch, and Kyra had asked a waiter to take their picture. It wasn’t often anymore that she, Susan, Vincent and Daniel were in the same place at the same time. Though they hadn’t exactly been close when they were kids, in the last few years they’d all done some reaching out.
And to be honest, it was Kyra who’d had to do the most reaching. As the youngest of the four, she’d been the most removed from everyone’s lives. And thanks to Vincent running interference between her and her father, she had never really suffered the man’s rages as her brothers and sister had.
In the last few months, things had really changed for Leonard Fortune’s kids, too. Susan, Daniel and even Vincent had found love and happiness. They all felt a sense of peace they’d never had before.
God knew, they’d all earned it. Growing up as the children of Leonard Fortune hadn’t exactly been a game plan for success.
As the youngest, Kyra had been spoiled by her mother and protected from her father’s drunken rages by Vincent’s stubborn determination. Kyra’d been spared most of the misery her siblings had survived. But they were all grown up now. Succeeding on their own terms. Making lives for themselves, despite their father. Despite everything.
And Kyra was determined to do no less than her brothers and sister had done. She had every intention of making a success of her career and then somehow finding the love she’d always dreamed about.
Garrett continued to assess the photo. “Big family.”
“Four kids is a lot, I guess.”
“I’m an only child,” he said, and set the frame gingerly down on her desk, turning it back toward her with the tip of one finger.
“Must have been…quiet,” she said, not sure what he was getting at. Not sure why he was still here, in her office, talking to her as if they were old friends. Or lovers.
Her brain fizzled at the thought and she was forced to remind herself again that noticing Garrett Wolff as anything other than her boss was a one-way ticket to trouble.
He shoved both hands into his pockets. “Too quiet, sometimes.”
Now what did that mean?
As if suddenly realizing he’d said too much, he pulled his hands from his pockets, checked his watch and said, “I’m going home. I suggest you do the same, Ms. Fortune. The work will still be here tomorrow.”
Unable to help herself, she said, “Yes. But will I?”
He studied her for a long minute and shook his head. “Your review’s not till next week, remember? And besides, why are you so sure you’re going to be fired?”
She swallowed hard. “Because I know what you think of me.”
One corner of his mouth lifted. “You can’t possibly know everything, Ms. Fortune. But the fact that you always act as if you do can be irritating.”
Instinctively, she tried to argue that point. “I don’t—”
“Who knows?” he added. “Maybe this time you really have irritated the wrong people.”
Kyra felt cold right down to the bone. Gone was the Mr. Nice Guy, chitchatting at night with one of the lesser beings. And in his place was the boss she’d come to know so well. Mr. Ice.
“I won’t make it easy on you,” she said, feeling it was only fair to warn the man that she wouldn’t give up without a fight.
“Ms. Fortune,” he said, “you never do anything the easy way.”
Three
T wo days later, Garrett was beginning to see what Kyra was talking about.
Walking through the expansion division—hell, his division, he’d already noticed people staring at him as if he were an apparition. Some looked nervous, as if he were there to lop off heads or personally hand out pink slips. Others were simply too stunned to return a simple greeting when he smiled and said good morning. And a couple of people paid no attention to him at all, leaving him to wonder if they even knew who the hell he was.
Irritation bubbled inside him. Damn it, he hated to admit that Kyra Fortune was right. But now that he was actually noticing what was going on outside the walls of his own office, he was forced to. Carol had always been so efficient, so on top of everything, he’d never really noticed how much of his world she ran.
Garrett was annoyed to have to acknowledge that Kyra Fortune had seen something he’d missed.
Muted sunlight streamed through the tinted windows surrounding the busy floor. At tiny cubicles and paper-cluttered desks, people hunched over their work or answered the ringing phones. Piped-in music battled for precedence over the sounds of people talking and typing.
And as he walked through it all, he realized he was just another distraction.
Damn it, he had been locked away too long. He’d lost touch with his team.
Oh, he met with a select few once a week, but the men and women who manned the glass cubicles sprawled across the steel-gray carpet were strangers to him. And he couldn’t understand how he’d let that happen.
He hadn’t set out to be alone in an ivory tower. But that was exactly where he was.
Now all he had to do was figure out how to change things.
“C’mon, Kyra, let it go for awhile. Relax. Have a drink. Dance.”
Kyra sighed, picked up her margarita and looked over the rim of the glass at her friend, Isabella Sanchez. Isa’s long, dark