She and Damian walked out of the office together and down the corridor to a door with Evan’s name engraved on a gold plaque.
Damian opened the door and allowed her to precede him. Jessica’s gaze fell on Evan’s personal assistant. The woman was middle-aged, with sharp, but not unattractive, features. She seemed to breathe efficiency. One look and Jessica was confident this woman could manage Evan’s office and the entire law firm if necessary.
“Mrs. Sterling,” Damian said, “this is Jessica Kellerman, Evan’s new legal assistant. Would you show her around and make her feel at home?”
“Of course.”
Damian turned to Jessica. “As I said earlier, come to me if you have any problems.”
“Thank you.”
“No, Jessica,” he said cryptically on his way out, “thank you.”
Mrs. Sterling rose from her chair. She was a small round woman, barely five feet, a stark contrast to tall and slender Jessica. Her salt-and-pepper hair was cropped short, and she wore a no-nonsense straight skirt and light sweater.
“I’ll show you where the law library is,” Mrs. Sterling said. Jessica glanced toward the closed door, wondering if Evan was in. Apparently not, otherwise Damian would’ve made a point of telling his brother that Jessica would be working for him.
The personal assistant led the way out of the office and down the hall. The library was huge, with row upon row of legal volumes. Long narrow tables with a number of chairs were scattered about the room. Jessica knew she’d be spending most of her research time here and was delighted by how pleasant it was. She noticed the faint scent of lemon oil and smiled as she saw various potted plants set here and there, including a speckled broad-leaved ivy that stretched across the top of one large bookcase.
“This is very nice.”
“Mr. Dryden has worked hard to make sure our work environment is pleasing to the eye,” the woman remarked primly.
“Damian’s like that,” Jessica murmured.
“I was speaking about the younger Mr. Dryden,” came the surprised response.
“Oh, of course,” Jessica said quickly.
By the end of the first day, Jessica felt as though she’d put in a forty-hour week. She’d been assigned a small desk in the corner of the outer office, a computer and her own phone. Mrs. Sterling seemed to feel it was her duty to keep Jessica occupied with a multitude of tasks, which included taking lunch orders, organizing file cabinets and hand-delivering messages throughout the office.
Just when she thought she wouldn’t even lay eyes on Evan her first day, he breezed in, stopping abruptly when he saw her. He was as tall as Damian, at least six-two, with chestnut hair and dark soulful eyes. In Jessica’s opinion, it wasn’t fair that any one man should be so breathtakingly handsome.
“Julia!” he exclaimed, as though he’d stumbled upon a treasure. “What are you doing here?”
“It’s Jessica,” she corrected him, refusing to be offended by his failure to remember her name. “I’m here because I’m working for you now.”
“Your brother hired Ms. Kellerman as your new legal assistant,” Mrs. Sterling explained.
Evan came forward, gripping Jessica’s hand in his own. “This must be Christmas in July! Why else would Damian present me with such a rare gift?”
“Christmas in July,” Jessica repeated, having a difficult time not laughing. What she’d heard about Evan was true, she decided. He was a flirt, but such a pleasant lighthearted one that it didn’t seem to matter. She knew he wasn’t serious.
“There are several matters here that need your attention,” Mrs. Sterling said stiffly from behind Evan.
“I’ll be with you in a few minutes,” he said.
“That’s fine,” Mrs. Sterling said. “Just don’t leave before these letters are signed, and while we’re at it, there are a few items we need to discuss—when you have time.”
“I promise to get to the letters first thing,” he said as if he had no interest beyond studying the young woman who stood before him. “Just put everything on my desk and I’ll look through it before I leave.”
“You won’t forget?”
Evan chuckled. “My, my, how you love to mother me.”
“Someone has to look after you,” his personal assistant said, her eyes crinkling above a bright smile.
Jessica watched in amazement as Evan charmed the older woman. Mrs. Sterling had been the picture of cool efficiency until Evan walked in the door. The minute he did she turned into a clucking mother hen. Before Jessica had a chance to analyze this reaction, Evan grinned. “You love me, Mary, and you know it.”
“It’s just that you’ve been a bit forgetful of late,” Mrs. Sterling said with a concerned frown. She reached for a stack of letters and leafed through them. “It doesn’t hurt to offer you a little reminder now and then, does it?”
“I suppose not,” Evan said and, taking the letters with him, walked into his office as if he hadn’t a care in the world.
“Have you been working on the brief for the Porter Corporation?” Mrs. Sterling asked, following on his heels.
“The Porter Corporation,” Evan repeated as if he’d never heard the name before. “It’s not due anytime soon, is it?”
“Yes, it is,” the personal assistant said, and Jessica heard a hint of panic in her voice. “First thing Friday morning.”
“I’ll have it ready by then. What day is this, anyway?”
“Mr. Dryden, you’ve got to start coming into the office before closing time!”
“Don’t you fret. I’ll have everything ready the way I always do,” he said as he ushered his personal assistant out the door. He paused when he noticed Jessica and winked. Then the door closed and Evan disappeared.
Mrs. Sterling shook her head. “Mr. Dryden’s been going through some … difficult times lately,” she told Jessica.
“How long has he been without a legal assistant?”
“Quite a while now. He didn’t seem to think he’d need one. Damian’s cut his work load and, well, things just haven’t been the same around here.”
Jessica was leaving for the day when she came across Damian. Looking dignified and businesslike, he was talking to his personal assistant. A few silver hairs at his temple added a distinguished air. He made a striking figure, and she wondered briefly why he hadn’t married. Tagged onto that thought came another. One that took her by surprise. She realized she was happy Damian hadn’t married.
He must’ve seen her in his peripheral vision, because he straightened and walked toward her. “Well, Jessica, how’d your first day go?”
“Very well.”
“Mary isn’t working you too hard, is she?”
“Oh, no, she’s great.”
“Mary’s one of the best personal assistants I’ve ever worked with. She may be a bit abrupt, but you’ll get used to that.” He was walking with Jessica now, their steps matching, his hands clasped behind his back. Mary was abrupt, perhaps, Jessica mused, but not with Evan.
“I’ll always be grateful to you for taking a chance on me,” she said conversationally.
Damian’s smile was rueful. “You may not be thanking me later. My brother can be a handful, but