“Ah …” Jessica didn’t know how to respond. One thing was becoming abundantly clear. Damian hadn’t hired her because of her high test scores at business college.
Two
“You actually got the job?” Cathy Hudson said over the phone, her voice raised in astonishment. “You were hired, just like that, by one of the city’s most prestigious law firms?”
“It helps to have friends in high places.” Jessica was excited about this job, but she felt mildly guilty knowing the only reason she’d been hired was that their families were such good friends. However, Damian had made it plain she’d need to pull her own weight. Jessica was determined to prove herself; she’d be the best legal assistant the firm had ever hired. It was a matter of pride.
“Why does everything come so easy for you?” Cathy lamented. “You set your sights on something that would give Norman Vincent Peale second thoughts and—”
“Me? You’re the one trying out for a lead in Guys and Dolls. Talk about setting your sights high.”
“All right, all right,” Cathy said with a dramatic sigh, “you’ve made your point.”
“So how did the tryouts go today?”
“I … don’t know. It’s so hard to tell. I’d kill for the part of Adelaide, but then I watch the others, and they’re all so good. I came away thinking it’s just a pipe dream. David, the director, is wonderful. Working with him would be one of the highlights of my career, but I don’t dare hope I’ll get the part.”
“I have faith in you. You’re a natural, Cath.” It was true, her friend had a knack for the dramatic, and that had always made their friendship so interesting.
Cathy laughed softly. “How can I fail, when both you and my mother are convinced I’m destined for stardom? Now, before we get off the subject, how did the interview with Damian go?”
“Really well, I think.” Damian had dominated her thoughts all afternoon. He’d changed, she decided, or perhaps she was the one who was different. Whichever it was, she found herself enthralled by the man. The prospect of working with him—or at least in his vicinity—excited her.
“What about the younger brother?”
“Actually I’ll be working directly for Evan.”
Cathy must have noticed the hesitation in her voice because she asked, “Does that worry you? What’s the matter? Do you think you’re going to make an idiot of yourself over him—again?”
So much for Jessica’s ego. “No way. I was fourteen years old, for heaven’s sake.”
After she’d hung up, Jessica slipped a CD into the player, choosing an invigorating medley of jazz hits, and set about fixing her dinner. She made a hot chicken-and-spinach salad and stood barefoot in her kitchen, humming along to the music, her heart singing its own melody.
Once again, she reveled in having her own apartment. Thanks to a bequest from her grandfather, she’d been able to move into an older building almost eight months ago, and even without a job, her living expenses would be covered for another two years. She was immensely grateful for Ben Kellerman’s generosity, which had given her a much-desired measure of independence.
Later that evening, she relaxed with the paper. Despite her best efforts, her thoughts drifted to Damian. The last thing she wanted was to make a fool of herself over another Dryden.
To the best of her knowledge, the source of which was her mother, Damian wasn’t currently involved in a relationship. Joyce Kellerman said that Lois Dryden had complained that her elder son didn’t take enough time for fun in his life. What Damian needed, Jessica decided now, was to fall in love with a woman who would take his mind off work. Someone who’d make him laugh and enjoy life. Someone who appreciated him.
An hour later, as she was getting ready for bed, Jessica realized she’d spent most of the evening thinking about Damian. Well, that was quite understandable, she rationalized. After all, he was head of the firm she was working for.
The following day, Evan didn’t show up at the office until well after eleven. As she had previously, Mrs. Sterling fussed over him as though he were the prodigal son the moment he waltzed in the door.
“Good morning, Mr. Dryden,” Mrs. Sterling gushed, nearly leaping from her chair. “It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?”
Evan seemed to need time to think about this. “I hadn’t noticed, but you’re right, it is a gorgeous day,” he said as he picked up his mail and leafed through the envelopes.
He was on his way into his office when he saw Jessica sitting at her desk. She felt his scrutiny and was pleased that she’d dressed carefully, choosing a smart-looking flowered silk dress with a blue jacket. In her heels, she was nearly as tall as he was.
“Good morning, Mr. Dryden,” she said.
“Evan,” he insisted. “You can call Damian Mr. Dryden if you want, but I’m Evan.”
“All right. Good morning, Evan,”
“It is a good morning, isn’t it?” he asked, giving her a roguish grin. Jessica couldn’t help responding with a smile of her own. She hadn’t seen it so much the day before, but there were definite changes in the Evan she remembered. He was thinner and his smiles didn’t quite reach his eyes. Another thing she couldn’t help noticing was the way everyone walked on eggshells around him. Mrs. Sterling had made a point of letting her know that Evan’s work load had recently been cut, and Damian had said Evan hadn’t yet recovered from a broken relationship. It must’ve been pretty serious, she thought.
“It’s been a long time since we’ve had a chance to talk, hasn’t it?” Evan asked, walking over and sitting on the edge of Jessica’s desk.
“A very long time,” she agreed, praying with all her heart that he wouldn’t resurrect her girlish antics. It’d been embarrassing enough to have Damian do it.
“I think we should make up for lost opportunities, don’t you? Tell you what—I’ll treat you to lunch.” He checked his watch and seemed surprised at the time. “We’ll go in half an hour. That’ll give me time to clear whatever’s on my desk.”
“You want to take me to lunch?” Jessica asked. “Today?”
“It’s the least I can do,” Evan said with a shrug. “I’ll have Mary make reservations.”
“But—”
“That’s an excellent idea,” Mrs. Sterling interjected, clearly pleased.
“I … I’ve only just started work,” Jessica said. “I’d enjoy lunch, perhaps in a week or so, after I’ve settled into the job.” The last thing she wanted was to give Damian the impression she was already slacking off.
Evan pressed his thumb to her chin and gazed deeply into her eyes. “No buts, and no arguments. We’re going to lunch and you can fill me in on what you’ve been doing for the last five or six years.”
Mrs. Sterling followed Evan into his office, looking inordinately pleased with this turn of events. She returned a few minutes later, casting a delighted look in Jessica’s direction as she picked up her phone and called the restaurant to make reservations. Evan had chosen Henri’s, one of Boston’s finest, well-known for its elegant dining. It also happened to be a good fifteen-minute drive from the office, which meant they’d be out for lunch much longer than usual.
“I doubt we’ll be back in an hour if we have lunch at Henri’s,” Jessica felt obliged to say.
“Don’t worry about it. You’ll make it up another time, I’m sure.”
“But this is only my second day. I don’t want to give the wrong impression.”
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