Again may I express my personal satisfaction over your stellar performance here at Wharton.
Miroff and Hooplan will be fortunate to have you.
Best Regards.
Reese pressed the letter to her chest. Miroff and Hooplan was on the top-ten list of brokerage companies in the nation. She couldn’t believe it. This truly was a dream come true.
Was it the dean Mrs. Tribe had talked to when she’d been checking on Reese’s background?
As for Rich, his question meant he’d received the other internship. She wondered where he would be working. All she had to do was email him and she’d find out. Maybe it was uncharitable, but she hoped it wasn’t next door or across the street from Miroff and Hooplan!
Though an internship meant being on call 24/7 as a grunt, she would be a grunt in an exclusive brokerage house. She felt a shiver of excitement run thorough her. She read the letter over again. Her parents needed to hear about this. They’d loved and supported her all these years so that she could realize her dream. She owed them for many things, but especially for their belief in her ability to succeed. Now would be a good time to reach her mother.
After moving the quilt mobile away from the crib, she left the nursery for her bedroom to make the call.
“Where are you going in such a hurry?” Reese had been moving so fast, she’d almost run into Nick in the hall. Jamie was resting against his broad shoulder. After the way she’d lost it in his arms, she could hardly look at him yet without blushing or feeling the strong passion between them again. “When I stopped for my mail, Albert told me you received some, too. By the rate of your speed leaving the nursery, it must be important.”
Nothing got past Nick. Nothing.
“Something from Jeremy maybe?”
Jeremy—
After kissing Nick as if her very life depended on it, her ex-fiancé had been so far from her mind, she’d forgotten he existed. Reese struggled for breath. On a burst of inspiration, she handed him the letter. She needed to prove to herself as well as to him that no matter how attracted she was to him, she was still on the path to forging a place for herself in the business world.
She felt the full force of his penetrating gaze before he scanned the contents. As she watched him, his demeanor began to change. He’d been so certain this was about her ex-fiancé.
When he lifted his eyes, she saw an expression of incredulity stamped across his striking features. “I knew you were a student, but I had no idea you were the caliber of scholar to have earned this kind of entrée into Miroff’s.”
“The letter came as a complete surprise to me,” she said in a quiet voice. “I was about to phone my parents with the news.”
There was a pause before he said, “When you asked me about the stock market, I understand now that it was no idle question.” He didn’t sound accusing exactly, but he didn’t sound himself, either. She couldn’t decipher his reaction.
“It wasn’t an in-depth question, either.” Reese felt strange having to explain herself to him. Until now there’d never been this void between them. She didn’t understand it.
“Jeremy really didn’t know the real you, did he.”
Jeremy again. Why did Nick sound so cold? That was the only word that came close to describing his response. Anger or rudeness she might have tolerated, but this aloof side of him was something new. If they could just get on a better footing.
“Can I do anything for you or Jamie?”
He shook his dark head. “Now that I’m home, you’re free for the weekend.”
To hear him say that in an almost wintry tone of voice was like being banished to the outer darkness. This was pain in a new dimension. For once she didn’t dare kiss Jamie.
“Before I forget, your house phone rang this morning. I picked up so it wouldn’t waken the baby. Someone named Greg called, but he didn’t leave a message. About an hour later a man named Lew phoned wanting to speak to you. When he realized you weren’t here, he said he’d catch up with you at the Yacht Club tonight. If you need me to watch Jamie, I—”
“I don’t,” he broke in, “but I appreciate the offer.” He handed her back the letter. When she took it, the postcard fell out of her hand. Nick grabbed it up before she could. If he’d looked for Jeremy’s name before returning it to her, then he would be disappointed.
Summoning all her strength, she picked herself up off the ground mentally and smiled. “If something should change, I’ll be in my room studying.”
“For what exactly?”
“The G7 and G65.” He knew what they were. Once upon a time he’d had to study for them, too. “My exam is coming up before the end of the month.”
“I have no doubt you’ll crush it.” Why was there that glitter in his eyes? Just a little while ago they’d been glazed with desire.
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