often as possible in the condo association pool to stay in shape.
“Maybe I will.” But if she did, Griff, who seemed to have the same love of swimming she had, would want to go with her. Usually she was thrilled to have him along, but today she wanted him to stay quiet.
“On second thought, I think I’ll go up and check my email. Louise isn’t used to working directly with Reese. She might need help with something.”
Gran took her reading glasses off, folded them, and neatly set them on the table. “It was nice of your boss to take you to the hospital yesterday.”
“Yes, it was.”
Gran had seen photos of Reese Garrett in the online digital version of the Dallas Morning News. Pictures of him were constantly in the society pages, attending one charitable event or another, always with an extremely beautiful woman. Rarely the same one more than a couple of times.
Since Kenzie kept track of his calendar, she knew most of their names. Gran knew Reese was an amazing-looking man and extremely successful. Divorced with plenty of family money, Reese Garrett was one of the most eligible bachelors in Dallas.
Gran closed the novel she had been reading and gave Kenzie an assessing glance. She’d always been amazingly perceptive. “In my day, it was all right for a boss to go out with one of his employees. I guess that’s all changed now.”
Kenzie poured herself a cup of coffee from the fresh pot on the counter. “It’s completely changed, Gran. Even if Reese were interested in me as more than just an employee, which I’m sure he isn’t, there’s no way he could risk getting involved. And if I want to keep my job, there is no way I could risk getting involved with him.”
Gran sighed. “I suppose. But it’s kind of a shame, since the two of you have so much in common.”
Kenzie cocked a skeptical eyebrow. “Really? Like what?”
“Like you’re both very intelligent, both career-minded, both very attractive people. Probably a lot of other things, too.”
“Reese is a lot more than above-average in looks, and he has never shown the least interest in me, so you can just stop your matchmaking efforts right now.”
Gran’s faint smile was unrepentant. She held up her paperback, the cover showing a gorgeous half-naked medieval warrior. “It could be risky, but the right man might be worth it.”
Kenzie rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help smiling. Gran was the ultimate romantic. She had loved Kenzie’s grandfather every day of their fifty-year marriage, loved him until the day he’d died of a heart attack five years ago. Kenzie wasn’t sure that kind of love even existed in today’s modern world.
On that sad note, she took her cup of coffee and headed upstairs to her computer.
FIVE
The following morning, Reese arrived a few minutes later than usual. Reese had been out late last night, attending a political fundraiser for the mayor.
Mark Rydell was doing a good job, had lent his support to a number of projects Garrett Resources had undertaken, and in return, Reese was supporting the mayor’s bid for reelection.
What hadn’t worked out so well was his date for the event. Reese had been seeing Fiona Cantor off and on for the past few months. She was a beautiful, statuesque blonde, an attorney at one of the big Dallas law firms. She was pleasant company and a satisfactory bed partner who didn’t expect more than being friends with benefits.
Unfortunately, last night when he’d driven her home after the gala, things had taken an unexpected turn.
“I’ve got a nice bottle of champagne chilling in the fridge,” Fiona had said with an inviting smile. “Or if you’d prefer, a glass of that Oban single malt I bought just for you.” She leaned over and kissed him, wet and open-mouthed, ran a red polished nail down his cheek. “Or we can just go straight to bed.”
He’d looked into her big blue eyes and tried to muster some enthusiasm. When none surfaced, he shook his head. “I’ve got a lot on my mind, Fi, and a long day tomorrow. I think I’ll head on home.”
Fiona frowned. “I’m tired of excuses, Reese. We haven’t had sex the last three times we’ve been together. What’s going on?”
He thought about brushing her off, telling her it was just problems at work, which was certainly true. Instead, he told her the truth. “I think it’s time we moved on. It’s been fun, but I’ve just got too much on my mind right