Maybe it was guilt about the lie, but Olivia felt compelled to defend him. “He’s a really good boss. Generous compensation and a comprehensive benefits package for his employees. Bonuses. Working conditions are good.”
“And yet you’re determined to leave,” her friend pointed out, looking puzzled.
“I have to.”
Olivia shared everything with Maggie—except about Brady. Once after a night out with Sydney McKnight she’d had her friend drop her at Brady’s house and had every intention of confessing that she cared for him. Two glasses of wine later, she’d fallen asleep on his couch without spilling the beans. Later, she’d realized that was for the best. If he couldn’t return her feelings honestly, she didn’t want him to know how she felt.
Maggie sat forward in the chair. “So, what were the words that just slipped out?”
Olivia met the other woman’s gaze. “I told Brady I met a man, fell in love and I’m quitting. That I have to move away to be with him.”
“Wow, that’s a pretty big lie. I hope it wasn’t National Honesty Day or anything.”
“Me, too. That would probably send me deeper into the pit of hell than I already am.” Olivia took another sip of wine. “I feel awful about it, Mags, but like you said, he has this way about him. Some kind of powerful charisma that completely obliterates a person’s will even when they’d made up their mind about the best thing to do.”
“A person.” Maggie slid back and tucked her legs up beside her in the chair. “Hmm...”
“What does that mean?”
Instead of answering the question, Maggie said, “Did you notice that I never asked why you’re leaving Brady?”
It must be a sibling thing, she thought, remembering his all-about-me response to her two weeks’ notice. “I’m not leaving him. I just won’t be working for his company any more.”
“Okay.” Maggie used her exaggeratedly patient voice. “I didn’t ask before, but I am now. Why did you quit?”
“It’s time. This job offer came up...” She shrugged.
“Maybe it’s because you have feelings for him.”
“Of course I do,” she said, trying to make light of it. “He’s a terrific boss. And sort of like an honorary brother, through my association with you.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know it,” Maggie scolded. “You think I don’t see the way you look at him when you think no one’s watching? A woman who’s known that feeling can easily see it in someone else.”
Olivia recognized the knowing expression in her friend’s eyes. “You never said a word.”
She lifted a shoulder. “It’s your business. As your good friend, I stood ready to help if and when you wanted to talk about it.”
“I wanted to tell you.” She reached over and squeezed her friend’s hand. “But I was afraid it would put you in the middle and didn’t want to chance that Brady would find out. You wouldn’t mean to say anything, but stuff has a way of slipping out. Then things get awkward. If you didn’t know, everyone is protected.”
“Everyone but you, Liv.”
“So you and I are okay?”
“Of course. Pinkie swear.”
Olivia held up the correct finger and hooked her friend’s. “Thanks, Mags.”
“Don’t mention it. I’m on your side. I know that you haven’t been happy lately.”
“Is it that obvious?”
“Only to me. My brother is oblivious and charming in equal parts. He also has this annoying habit of getting everything to go his way. I’m not at all surprised you made up a boyfriend as a way out.”
“You’re not?”
Maggie shook her head. “A self-made man as prosperous as my brother didn’t get where he is without being determined. And having good people around him.”
As Olivia was one of his people, she said, “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. He also doesn’t like change and will do anything he can to prevent it.”
“No kidding. Today he interviewed several women who applied for my job and found deal-breaking flaws in all of them.”
“Because he doesn’t want to lose you.”
Olivia nodded. She knew she was good at her job. “The only reason he could come up with for not hiring either of the qualified applicants was that none of them were me.”
“Wow.” Maggie’s eyebrows rose. “So he does care.”
“It wasn’t personal.” But the words had had her heart going for a minute. Then reality had set in and she remembered the last five years of impersonal behavior. He was always friendly, but never asked her to dinner or a movie. There was never even a flicker of awareness or any sign that he’d wanted to kiss her. It was time to face reality. She had feelings for her boss that wouldn’t stop and the only way to go after the life she wanted was to ditch the job.
“I don’t think he believes that I’m serious about quitting,” Olivia said.
“So you had to do what you had to do.”
“Yes.” She sighed. “I hope you know that I’m not normally a liar.”
“You’re the most honest, straightforward person I know.” Maggie smiled.
“Thanks for understanding.”
“I understand more than you know. It’s not easy to let go.” Maggie glanced at a framed picture sitting on the end table beside her. The Tiffany lamp highlighted her handsome, smiling husband in his camouflage uniform and her eyes filled with a wistful, sad expression. “This isn’t making excuses for my brother, but you know that he took our father’s death pretty hard.”
“Who wouldn’t? I can’t even imagine losing my father.”
Maggie’s remote expression indicated she was remembering. “Brady had just gotten home from college for Christmas break and we were all looking forward to being together for the holidays. Dad had a heart attack and literally died in his arms.”
“I remember.”
“He was different after that. More aloof. Driven.” She shrugged.
Olivia hadn’t really seen that much of him then. They never talked or hung out and he went back to school. She only knew the now Brady, and he showed no sign of ever seeing her the way she wanted him to.
“He is the way he is, Mags, and I finally realized this isn’t about him. It’s about me and my life. If I don’t make the break now, I never will.”
“True enough. So, not only do I get why you fibbed, I will help you pull this off. I’ll back up your story.”
“You will?”
“Absolutely.” She raised her arm and curled her fingers into her palm. “Girl power.”
Olivia bumped her fist. “Females unite.”
“Brady will ask me about this and I’ll tell him how deliriously happy you are with...does he have a name?”
“Leonard.”
“Really?” Maggie’s lips twisted as if she’d sucked a sour lemon. “Not Lance? Stone? Or Indiana Jones?”
“Like I said...didn’t plan this. The falsehood was in no way premeditated or I would have come up with something romantic like...Jean Luc.”
“Okay.