Underfoot. Leanne Banks
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shook his head. “They grow so fast. It seems like just yesterday you were talking about his first steps.”
“You’re so right,” she said as the elevator door slid open. “You have a good day. It’s good to see you again, Mr. Gordon.”
“Walker,” he corrected. “You’ll be seeing me a lot more often now.” He took the elevator down two floors and headed for the PR suite of offices.
A dark-haired woman sitting at the receptionist’s desk gave him a thorough once-over and smiled. “How can I help you?”
Her voice oozed invitation. He smiled in return. “I just wanted to speak to Trina Roberts for a minute. Is she in her office?”
“Sure. She just returned from a meeting. You can go on in…Mr.…?”
“Gordon. Walker Gordon.” He saw the moment the woman registered who he was.
“Oh, Brooke’s—” She covered her mouth in horror.
“No problem. That’s ancient history,” he said, and headed for Trina’s office. The door was open. She was standing in front of the window, gazing outside as if she were lost in thought. Her hair was longer than he remembered, darker blond. The style was more casual. He remembered Trina as chicly manicured from her head to her toenails. She filled out the suit she was wearing differently. She’d been model slim the last time he’d seen her.
He watched her bite her lip and wondered what else was different. “Hey. Better not let Ben see you staring out the window on company time,” he joked.
She jerked around and gaped at him, her chocolate-brown eyes wide with surprise. Almost shock. “Um, hi. What are you doing here?”
“Good to see you, too,” he said and laughed.
“Sorry,” she said, pushing her hair behind her ear and moving toward her desk. “How was Paris?”
“Healing,” he said. “But I’m ready to be back. I’d like to know you’re on my side with keeping the Bellagio account. Can we get together for dinner tonight? Tomorrow night?”
She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I can’t.”
She refused him so quickly he blinked. “Hmm.” He picked up her left hand. “I don’t see signs of engagement or marriage.”
“I have other commitments. Sorry.” She shot him a quick glance. “Looks like things are going well for you.”
“Except I’m going to need a new assistant,” he said, referring to the gaffe during the presentation.
“Not a bad idea,” she said with a smile and glanced at her watch. “I wish I could talk, but my schedule’s packed today.”
“Okay,” he said, wondering at her lack of friendliness. “You’re not upset about that night we—”
“No,” she said before he could finish. “It was just one of those strange things that happen. Like a meteor dropping in the desert. Or an airplane dropping frozen water on a house.”
He wrinkled his brow at the comparisons she chose for the night they’d spent together. He wasn’t sure he liked the second one. “I don’t really remember that much about—”
“Neither do I because we were both smashed. So there’s really no need to discuss it.”
He nodded. “I hope it won’t affect our working relationship.”
“If we work together, I’m sure it won’t be a problem. Long time ago.”
“We will be working together,” Walker said, determined to remove any doubt. “I’ll do what it takes to keep the Bellagio account.”
She didn’t jump for joy at his words, making him wonder. Trina had always been friendly toward him. Not seductive, but nice. Why the change?
“You do want me for this account, don’t you?”
“I want the very best for Bellagio,” she said. “How can we be sure you won’t head back to France?”
“Because I said I’m staying here. It’s not just for business reasons,” he told her. “My uncle just had heart surgery. He needs someone to live with while he recovers. I’ve been elected.”
She looked at him in surprise. “Wow. I never saw you as the nurturing type.”
“I’m not,” he said. “But this is different. He showed up for my graduations, gave my sister and brother and me money every now and then. He didn’t ever have any kids of his own, but he kept an eye on us after my father cut and ran.”
“Gordon curse,” she murmured.
“What?”
“Oh, it was something you mentioned about why you didn’t want to have children. Some sort of curse, long line of fathers…”
“Yeah,” he said, surprised that she recalled. “I didn’t remember telling you that. I don’t talk about my father much.”
She shrugged. “It was a very strange night.” She glanced at her watch again. “I need to run. I’m glad you’re doing well.”
“Same,” he said. “I’ll be seeing you soon and often.”
“Take care,” she said and slid into her chair, opening her laptop.
TRINA WATCHED the very fine backside of Walker as he left her office, and told herself to breathe. Out of the corner of her eye she caught sight of her baby daughter Maddie’s picture and held it in her lap. Her fingers began to tremble.
She hadn’t counted on him returning to Atlanta, let alone to Bellagio. Walker had plenty of accounts. He didn’t need Bellagio. And why put himself in a position where he had to respond to gossip and bad jokes about his failed wedding?
But she hadn’t counted on his pride. Trina had convinced herself that she wouldn’t meet him face-to-face again until she was on her death bed, or at least until Maddie, her daughter, graduated from high school.
She swore under her breath.
Dora burst through her doorway. “That was Walker Gordon. He’s so hot. Why did Brooke dump him?”
Trina’s hands continued to shake and she closed them around each other over the photo in her lap. “I couldn’t say,” she managed.
“But he seems like he’s so over her.” Dora twirled her finger around her hair. “You worked with him before. What do you know about him? He obviously works out. Do you know which club he belongs to? Where does he hang out?”
Trina stared at Dora in exasperation. “How would I know? He’s been hanging out in Paris for the last year.”
“Chill out. I was just asking. I’m single. He’s single. I wouldn’t mind a chance to help rebuild his—” She paused and smiled like a female devil. “Ego.”
“I don’t think his ego needs rebuilding,” Trina muttered.
“Oh really?” Dora asked, her face lighting up. “What makes you say that? Did he say anything about me? He gave me the look, you know, like he liked what he saw.”
“I’m sure he did,” Trina said, hoping her agreement would shoo Dora away. “You’re a pretty girl.”
Dora gave a coy smile. “Well, what a sweet thing to say. Thank you,” she drawled. “I’m so lucky I’ve never had a weight problem. I can eat anything I want.”
Before she’d gotten pregnant, Trina had been able to eat anything she wanted. Not so now. She gritted her teeth and smiled.
“You know, if you would lose ten pounds and cut your hair, I bet you would get out a lot more.”
“I don’t really want