week,” she said, smiling ruefully. “But I try to make an effort anyway. I think it’s so important not to let yourself go just because you have kids in your life. I hope you don’t mind my saying this, but you’re such a perfect role model. When I’m your age I hope I look as good as you.”
“Oh, thank you,” Lake said, a little taken aback.
She chose to take Rory’s comment as a compliment and got back to work. At close to eleven she realized it was time for her scheduled interview with Dr. Sherman, one of the clinic’s two partners, about some of the more advanced aspects of in vitro fertilization. She had done a number of these sessions with the doctors just to familiarize herself with their work. As she picked up her pad and got ready to head down the hall, Keaton himself appeared in the doorway. She felt her pulse kick up a notch. He was wearing perfectly draped navy pants, a crisp lavender shirt and a lavender-and-purple print tie. He looked great—and she was sure he knew it.
“Have they still got you locked down back here?” he said, grinning. “That seems awfully cruel on a gorgeous day like today.”
“It’s not so bad,” she said. “Congratulations, by the way.”
“Oh, right. Thanks. I just made the decision last night, in fact.
“And actually,” he added, stepping into the conference room and locking his slate-blue eyes with hers, “you’re actually part of the reason I accepted.”
She felt flustered by this unexpected statement. Unsure of what he meant, she just cocked her head and smiled.
“Oh, is that right?” she said.
“Yup. This is a great practice, but it only gets a C-plus in marketing. Hiring you was a very smart decision.”
“Thanks,” she said, annoyed at how instantly deflated she felt. How ridiculous, she thought. Had I really thought he was going to announce that he came on board because I’d tantalized the hell out of him?
“It doesn’t seem fair,” she added, all business again, “but even a practice that should win on merit has to play the game and do its best to stand out.”
He stepped even closer and slid his butt onto the conference table. His tall, lean body was just inches from her now, invading her space a little. She could smell his musky cologne. She could also see a small, jagged scar above his left eye, a vestige perhaps of having been whacked hard with something like a hockey stick.
“You don’t strike me as someone who tolerates a lot of game playing,” he said slyly. Lake was sure he was talking on two levels now, and she didn’t know how to handle it.
“Well, sometimes in business it’s unavoidable,” she said, thinking she should change the subject. “Will you, um, miss L.A.?”
“A bit. But I trained at Cornell and I’ve been anxious to get back to New York ever since.” He tucked both hands in his back pants pockets, and as he did, his shirt strained against the muscles of his chest. “You know, all the great things about this city—rude waiters, packed subways…the smell of wet wool in the winter time.”
“Maybe I should suggest that idea to one of my beauty clients as a fragrance launch,” Lake said. “Manhattan Wet Wool.” God, that was lame, she thought, but he laughed, his eyes not leaving her face.
“Perfect,” he said. “But yes, I’ll miss L.A. a little. The weather, mostly. I should tell you that the practice I’m leaving is actually pretty good at marketing.”
“What kinds of things do they do?”
“Community events, glossy takeaways, interactive website.”
“I’d love to hear more about it.”
“When?” he asked, a little smile at the corner of his mouth. He held her eyes hard now. So this was eye sex, she thought.
“You tell me,” she said. Would he suggest coffee? she wondered. No, he was the kind of guy who went straight for drinks, no pussyfooting around.
But as he started to answer, Brie barged in, the ubiquitous clipboard on her arm.
“Dr. Sherman is expecting you, Lake,” she said curtly. Her thin mouth was like a slash today, painted a shade too red for her short auburn hair.
“Okay—I’ll be right there.”
Lake hesitated, waiting for Brie to leave but she didn’t budge. Then Keaton rose from the table.
“I’ll catch up with you later,” he said to Lake, smiling. Lake could almost read to be continued in his eyes.
She ended up waiting ten minutes outside Sherman’s closed-door office, and she suspected that Brie had purposely rushed her. When the