Investigating Christmas

The waitress came by with drinks and he ordered the lunch special for both of them, with Lucy’s approval. “When we’re done here, we can go on to the suite. It should be big enough for you and your family in the short term.”

“Don’t worry about that,” she interjected. “Gwen and Jackson are staying in France through the holidays. That gives me time to find a place.”

“Really?” That set off alarm bells. Unlike him, Lucy had been raised in a close-knit family. She and Gwen had only grown more inseparable when they lost their parents. “Will you go back to be with them over Christmas?”

“I’m not sure yet.” She gazed out over the water, apparently captivated by the traffic on the bridge.

“Talk to me, Lucy.” Something was way off. He reached across the table and covered her hand with his. “What happened in France?”

She closed her eyes and gave her head a quick shake. “Nothing. Nothing,” she repeated. Opening her eyes, she gave him a hard, forced smile. “Gwen and I decorated the most amazing Christmas tree last weekend. Her eye for design is remarkable, despite putting all the fragile ornaments near the top, out of Jackson’s reach. He’s crawling now, pulling himself up every chance he gets and he’s very curious.”

“So why wouldn’t you go back for Christmas?”

“The flights,” she said. “And I wasn’t sure how things would go here, if I’d have the time off.”

“We’ll be closed the entire week.” He paused as the waitress delivered two plates piled high with aromatic rice noodles, shrimp, and colorful shredded cabbage and vegetables. While they ate, he steered the conversation toward the charitable effort she’d insisted he dive into before she vacated his life. Using the wealth of brain power at Gray Box, he coordinated tutors for kids in need—those falling behind in school and those eager for a chance to leap ahead.

“Wow. You’ve made serious progress.” This time her smile and eyes showed equal enthusiasm.

She could soak up the views until her homesickness faded while he enjoyed the even lovelier view of her. The deep, soulful eyes, those high cheekbones and that tender mouth were igniting fires in him that only she could tend. “We’ll launch a new tech-focused camp next summer. I’ll start scouting ideal sites soon.” That would be the perfect assignment for Trisha, he realized. She knew the city well, enjoyed being out and being seen, and it would keep her away from the executive floor. Pleased with himself, he apologized to Lucy and sent quick text messages to Trisha and his HR department.

“Forgive me,” he said, catching the small frown on Lucy’s face. “I just thought of something that would move the process along.”

She waved it away. “Don’t worry about it.”

“Appreciate that.” He tucked his phone back into his pocket. Good grief, he’d missed her low-maintenance acceptance of his nature balanced by her high-energy ambition to reach her goals. Why had she walked out on the amazing chemistry they’d shared?

The question was right there on the tip of his tongue and he had to bite it back repeatedly as they left the restaurant for a walk through the marketplace and then on to explore a few other nearby changes in the city. He kept his hands in his pockets, away from her, reminding himself today they were two old friends catching up. Having cleared his calendar for the afternoon, he wanted to make the most of this precious time with her.

She’d helped him push harder toward his goals even as she wrapped up her graduate work. The day she’d presented her thesis, he’d been in the back row of the auditorium, silently cheering her on to victory. They’d celebrated that night and memories of getting creative with the second bottle of champagne in the bedroom still powered his fantasies a year later.

He’d missed her so damn much. Not just the sex, though that had been amazing, but simple conversations, her quiet appreciation of the small things people overlooked as they pushed to get ahead. Lucy had a gift for seeing through the puzzling motivations of people behind the deal and it still annoyed him that he’d taken that gift—among her other talents—for granted.

Regardless of her true reasons for coming home, Rush vowed that this time around he wouldn’t let her slip through his fingers.

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