were mine?â
The question caught her off guard while her brain zipped off on a disorienting, romantic tangent. To be Tuckâs. In his arms. In his life. In his bed.
He rose in front of her. âAmber?â
âSorry?â She scrambled to bring her thoughts back to the real world.
His voice was rich and deep, laced with an intimacy she knew she had to be imagining. âIf you were my confidential assistant, what would you do?â
âIâm not.â She wasnât his anything, and she had to remember that.
âBut if you were?â
If she was Tuckâs assistant, sheâd be in the middle of making one colossal mistake. Because that would mean she was sexually attracted to her boss. Sheâd want to kiss her boss. Eventually, she would kiss her boss. She was thinking about it right now. And if the dusky smoke in his eyes was anything to go by, he was thinking about it, too.
She plunged right in with the truth. âI would probably make a huge and horrible mistake.â
The lift of his brows told her he understood her meaning. And he slowly raised his hand to brush his fingertips across her cheek. âWould it be so horrible?â
âWe canât,â she managed to respond.
He gave a very small smile. âWe wonât.â
But he was easing closer, leaning in.
âTuck,â she warned.
He used his other hand to take hold of hers, twining their fingers together. âProfessionally. On a professional level, given the current circumstances, what would you do if your loyalty was to me?â
She called on every single ounce of her fortitude to focus. âIâd tell you to go to the New York trade show. Itâs the smart thing to do and the best thing to do for the company.â
âOkay.â
His easy answer took her aback.
She wasnât sure sheâd understood correctly. âYouâll go?â
âWeâll both go. Iâm still going to find Dixon. But until I do, Iâm the only owner this company has got. Youâre right to tell me to step up.â
Amber moved a pace back and he released her hand.
New York? Together? With Tuck?
She struggled for a way to state her position. âI donât want you to get the wrong idea. Iâm definitely not going toââ
âSleep with me?â he said, finishing her thought.
âWell. Okay. Yes. Thatâs what I meant.â She hadnât planned on being that blunt, but that was it.
âThatâs disappointing. But itâs not the reason I want you in New York. And I promise, thereâll be no pressure on that front.â He smoothly closed the space between them and leaned down.
She waited, her senses on alert for the kiss that seemed inevitable.
But he stopped, his lips inches away from hers, his voice a whisper. âI really like your shoes.â
She reflexively glanced to her feet, seeing the jazzy, swirling gold-and-red pattern of her high-heel pumps.
âTheyâll look good in New York.â He backed off, his voice returning to normal as he took his place in front of the computer screen. âLetâs stay at the Neapolitan. Book us on a flight.â
Once again, she fought to regain her emotional equilibrium. She swallowed. âDo you want an airline ticket or should I book a company plane?â
âWhat would Dixon do?â
âDixon never flies commercial.â
Tuck grinned. âThen, book us a company plane. If Iâm going to take Dixonâs place, I might as well enjoy all his perks.â
Amber wanted to ask if he considered her one of Dixonâs perks. But the question was as inappropriate as it was dangerous. Her relationship with Dixon was comfortably professional. By contrast, her relationship with Tuck grew more unsettling by the day.
Three
T uck knew he had no right to be cheerful. Dixon was still missing and Zachary Ingles was unforgivably late arriving at the JWQ Convention Center in