A Sweetheart for the Single Dad. Victoria Pade
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Lindie Camden was supposed to meet him.
If she showed.
Just the thought that she might helped to take his mind off his problems. And made him smile a little.
Lindie Camden.
Now that was an impressive ambassador to send to get on his good side!
The Camdens kept a relatively low profile but pictures of them cropped up here and there. Sawyer never paid enough attention to know who was who, but they did all bear a resemblance to each other—enough for him to have a general image of dark hair, fine features and blue eyes that were apparently considered so remarkable that the local media called them the Camden Blue Eyes—as if no one else in the world owned a pair.
To have the unusual request for an appointment followed by the appearance of a very un-Wheatley-looking woman in the community center’s rec room hadn’t made it a huge leap to suspect that that woman was the same one who had called. Lindie Camden.
When she’d turned around he’d seen that she’d had plenty to go along with those eyes that were, he had to admit, remarkable.
Lush, shiny, coffee-bean-colored hair down to the middle of her back. Skin like alabaster. High, well-defined cheekbones. Long, thick eyelashes. And full, sexy lips.
All together with well-shaped legs, a rear end the skirt she’d been wearing hugged to perfection, the temptation of just-the-right-size breasts peeking from behind silk folds, he could imagine treaties being signed between warring factions just because she asked.
Or at least he’d imagined it until she’d said she wanted to hire him. Then he’d reminded himself that he represented one side of those warring factions and that no matter how breathtaking the woman, he wasn’t surrendering.
Take on Camden Incorporated as a client? Not a chance!
But he had seen another opportunity. An opportunity to open those big baby blues of hers to some of the damage her family’s stores did.
If, in the process, he also found the opportunity to get her pretty little hands dirty cleaning up the mess left behind? There was just enough orneriness in him to get a kick out of the possibility of that.
Grabbing his discarded coat and tie, he took them with him as he went out of his office. A few of the people who worked for him were still there, wrapping things up for the day. After exchanging some small talk and good-nights, he picked up the fliers from Marybeth’s desk and handed over locking-up duties to his office manager.
But Lindie Camden stayed on his mind.
Would her hair be down again today? he wondered. What would she be wearing? Surely not a skirt as tight as yesterday’s or heels as high.
Not that it would matter. The woman could walk around barefoot, in rags, and still be gorgeous.
Had the Camdens thought that sending someone who looked the way she did would make him more apt to cave?
It seemed impossible for her looks not to be part of the plan. They’d probably thought to blind him with her beauty so he’d be putty in their hands.
Well, it wasn’t going to work. A pretty face was not going to derail him professionally or get him to turn his back on what he believed in or on the people and businesses he was glad to represent.
And it wasn’t going to get to him personally, either, he thought as he got into his SUV and found himself feeling his jaw the way he might have if he were about to go on a date; testing to see if he should take his emergency electric razor out of the glove compartment for a second shave today.
There was a little stubble and, yeah, if this was a date, he probably would have used the razor.
But this wasn’t a date so he didn’t.
No matter how attractive she was, he wouldn’t touch a Camden with a ten-foot pole, he thought as he merged into highway traffic in the direction of Wheatley. And not only out of loyalty to his family—although that was certainly a factor. Not even if he wasn’t in a mess over Sam that drove home his need to reassess why things always went so wrong with his choices in women.
On top of both of those things, Lindie Camden was also his business enemy and that was automatically a roadblock. Roadblocks were huge challenges and challenges in his personal relationships were things he tried to avoid. Things that certainly didn’t improve relationships.
No matter what, he liked things in his personal life to be smooth sailing. He wanted a woman he was completely compatible with. A relationship that was pleasant and harmonious. Like his parents had. He was sure wanting that wasn’t where he’d gone wrong in the past and he wasn’t changing it.
And there was no chance that any of that could come about with a woman he was at odds with from the get-go. Especially one who was likely spoiled and pampered and accustomed to getting her own way about everything. A woman who probably didn’t know the meaning of the word compromise.
So, thanks but no thanks all the way around, Lindie Camden!
The most he was going to indulge himself in was rubbing her nose in what her stores left behind. In getting her hands dirty cleaning up some of it.
Other than that, this whole thing was going to be nothing more than a small amusement until she turned tail and ran back to the family in defeat.
In the meantime he’d just take in the view as a bonus and use his time with her to make his point. To show the almighty Camdens why they deserved to have things made difficult for them. And not only because there was the stain of the earlier Camdens’ underhanded dealings on their record.
Oh, yeah, Lindie Camden was in for it. He’d make sure of that. Regardless of how hot she was.
And the fact that when he reached the first stoplight in Wheatley, he took his shaver out of the glove box to run over his face, after all? That didn’t mean anything except that he wanted to make a good impression on the people he encountered tonight in the process of handing out fliers.
It wasn’t because he was sprucing up to see Lindie Camden again.
* * *
Lindie was in her car in the parking lot of the Wheatley Community Center at five minutes before six o’clock on Tuesday night. She was watching every car that pulled in until she could see if the driver was Sawyer Huffman.
And wondering why it was that she’d been so eager for this all day long. Why it was that every car made her hopes rise and her pulse race. Why it was that she deflated into disappointment each time the driver proved not to be him.
She was just eager to get this deal done, she told herself. To get Sawyer on board with Camden Inc. so he stopped making things difficult. To put him in line for a nice fat payday to make up for the past. And then she could go on with her life.
It didn’t have anything to do with the image of the man himself that had been popping into her mind since she’d seen him here yesterday. All big and tall and broad-shouldered and hella-handsome—
No, no, no, that didn’t have anything to do with it.
And it also wasn’t the reason she’d left work an hour early today, gone home and changed from business clothes into her favorite navy blue butt-hugging pants and the tailored white blouse that followed every curve so closely the buttons barely kept from gapping.
Or the reason she’d untwisted her hair from its French knot, brushed it and left it loose again.
Or the reason she’d refreshed her blush and mascara and applied the new sassy-rose lip gloss she’d just bought on Saturday.
It had been with him in mind that she’d chosen her shoes, though. Two-inch wedge sandals bought at a bargain price and far more conservative than the spiked heels she’d worn on Monday.
The fact that they also showed her just-pedicured toes was purely coincidental.
Sawyer