Her Millionaire Boss. Jennie Adams
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The important thing is that you be free of worry and stress. Your only focus should be to relax and get better.’
‘I agree.’ Nate kept his tone calm and even. ‘But I’m more qualified to take control than your PA.’
‘Run…own…blasted…business,’ Henry grumped. ‘Sign…out…today…if…wanted to.’
Chrissy’s mouth trembled before she firmed it. At the sight, Nate’s frustration drained away.
‘You’ve had a stroke.’ Her voice trembled, too, just the tiniest bit. ‘If you don’t look after yourself, it could happen again and the next one could be much worse.’
She took a deliberate deep breath, then leaned forward to whisper, ‘Who’d test cryptic crossword clues on me then? Or take me out for lattes on Thursdays or argue with me about the different football teams?’
‘I…like…the…footy.’ Henry’s mouth turned down.
Her voice softened to warm affection. ‘We’ll be watching the footy matches on your big-screen TV again before you know it.’
How close were his grandfather and his PA? Before Nate could consider the question, Henry turned his gaze toward him.
The tired eyes searched his for a long time, then softened, the anger replaced by at least a tenuous acceptance. ‘You…can…run things…until I’m better.’
That was all Nate needed to hear. He ignored the hint of further expectation in his grandfather’s eyes. ‘I’ll make sure everything’s all right. Meanwhile, you get some rest.’
On those words, he unfolded his long legs from the chair and stood. Chrissy’s gaze followed his movements, tracked over his charcoal suit and matching shirt.
Not once since he had entered the room and sat by his grandfather had he managed to completely banish her from his consciousness. Now his body tightened in awareness of her.
A nurse glanced in at the door. ‘How are we doing?’
‘Henry’s making sense.’ A tiny dimple flirted with Chrissy’s right cheek. ‘He woke up and we had a talk. His speech was slow but lucid.’
‘Brilliant.’ The nurse’s smile was bright, winsome. It didn’t do a thing for Nate. ‘I’ll let his doctor know.’
‘Get well, Henry.’ Chrissy kissed his resting form, then stepped back.
Henry stirred slightly.
Nate squeezed the old man’s hand. ‘I’ll speak to your doctor about having you shifted out of here. The security’s not tight enough for my liking.’
Chrissy opened her mouth as though to question him. He gave a slight shake of his head, put his hand to the small of her back and eased her out the door.
‘Not here.’ He growled the words into her ear.
She shivered, and a reaction, warm and pleasurable, flowed through him.
A moment later, she stalked from the room. When they were far enough along the corridor that Henry couldn’t possibly hear them, she turned toward him, her eyes the liquid hue of mercury. ‘There’s absolutely no need for you to be here for more than a day or two. I can handle things, like I said.
‘And just where do you think you’re going to move my boss, anyway?’
CHAPTER TWO
‘HENRY will go into Acebrook Hospital. It’s a small private hospital outside the city.’ Nate spoke decisively from behind Chrissy.
She reached the end of the hospital corridor and opted for the flight of stairs instead of the lift. ‘Just like that, you have the whole thing organised? What makes you so sure Acebrook is the right place for Henry?’
What gives you the right to make the decisions for him? You’ve been away for six years without appearing to give a damn.
Her reaction wasn’t entirely rational. Nate seemed concerned with Henry’s best interests now. But this man made her want him on the one hand, while she disapproved of him thoroughly on the other.
Was it any wonder her feelings were divided about his care of Henry, too? ‘And if you had Acebrook in mind, why didn’t you mention it to Henry? Surely he deserved a say in his own care?’
‘My grandfather had exhausted himself.’ Assurance blazed on his face. ‘I saw no reason to burden him with something I could take care of myself.’
Grudgingly, she said, ‘I’ve heard of Acebrook.’
‘Then you’ll know it caters to a lot of celebrities. Their security measures go beyond the norm. Wife or not, Margaret won’t be allowed to upset him there.’
Henry could get better faster somewhere like that, and that was all that mattered in the end. ‘Margaret will demand to see him, no matter where he is.’
‘I’ll take care of that.’ Again, just simple fact. ‘A group of specialists will examine Henry to confirm his lucidity. Then my team of lawyers will inform Margaret’s that my grandfather has deputised me to operate the company in his absence. Margaret will realise she has no power to do anything other than wish her husband a speedy recovery.’
‘Henry only verbally said you could—’
‘Actually, the authority was arranged years ago. Just in case of an emergency.’ His words brushed, almost physically, across the back of her neck.
‘Oh.’
‘As for Margaret…’ His lip curled. ‘Provided her visits are in a controlled environment, she can go right ahead and play the loving wife.’
‘I’d like to see that.’ The back of Chrissy’s neck still tingled. For once she wished she had her hair down, to protect the vulnerable skin at her nape. Since she didn’t, she took the coward’s way out and increased her pace to put some distance between them.
Nate cleared his throat, then launched into further speech. ‘I realise you must be exhausted. I’d like to let you go home to sleep, but I could use your help today at the office. Can you manage?’
His thoughtfulness took her unawares. He wasn’t supposed to be nice, not even some of the time. She had been so certain he wouldn’t be.
‘My sisters sat with Henry earlier while I went home to shower and change. I can manage my work day.’
‘Thanks.’ His gaze roamed her face. The secrets in the depths of his eyes made her skin heat and her heart flutter. Had he just visualised her in that shower?
Why would a man of the world like Nate Barrett harbour more than a momentary interest in her?
He blinked, and whatever she had seen disappeared behind a wall of determined resolve. ‘I’d like to address a couple of issues before we arrive at work.’
See? Banished from his thoughts just like that. Why couldn’t she do likewise about him?
Then she noted the aggressive tone of his voice. Her instincts prickled and she unconsciously straightened her spine. ‘What issues?’
‘If you’re a power tripper,’ he growled, ‘if you intend to be difficult while I’m in charge of things—’
‘I am certainly not a power tripper.’ Had he really thought that? Put the shoe on your own foot, bozo! If anyone gave off the attitude of demanding to be in control, it was Nate.
She, on the other hand, aside from the tiny problem of not being able to ignore his effect on her, was at peace with herself. She didn’t need to prove anything. To him or to anyone else. Her personal dragons had been slain, thank you very much.
Dragon-slaying aside, you don’t want this man to hang around for weeks, getting underfoot and disturbing your peace.