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attention to James. “And remember what I said.”
    Without any further pleasantries, Cyrus left, leaving James with the same mixed level of emotions he’d always been left with anytime he was in his grandfather’s company. “Let me call down and see if my driver is ready.”
    Quinn nodded, her eyes a little wide, and she glanced back over her shoulder, leaving James to wonder exactly how much of that conversation she’d heard.
    Well, probably best to let her know what they were working against here. And what they both had to lose.

Chapter 5
    “ J ames , I really need you to look over these documents and sign off on them,” Quinn said, walking into his office Friday, nearly one month into her new job.
    James took a swing at an imaginary golf ball, holding his pose for a long ten seconds before glancing back at her with a grin. “How’d I do?”
    Seriously? He had nothing better to do? “Frankly, I haven’t a clue. The responses are due tomorrow with the Oregon Civil Rights Division,” she said again, holding them toward him.
    “I’m sure that whatever you prepared will work nicely.”
    “I’m sure, as well, but like I told you, there were some red flags that came up when I was talking to employees and preparing these. Possibly some missteps from a couple of our managers that I think might make it worth our time to agree to mediate.”
    He looked at his watch. “Okay. How long will it take? I’m actually heading out right now for something. Can we go over them on the way to the airport?”
    “I’m going to need at least an hour.”
    “Come along with me, then. I’m just heading to San Diego. You’ll have my undivided attention almost the entire trip. No distractions.”
    She hesitated. “We’d have to be back by seven.”
    “Hot date?” he asked, raising a brow.
    She rolled her eyes. Right, as if she had time for dating. “Anna just got a promotion at work and we’re taking her out to celebrate.”
    “Then let’s get going.”
    Nearly two hours later, the car that had picked them up from the private airstrip upon landing pulled in front of a Mexican restaurant. There was a line of people hovering by the entrance that was bedecked with Christmas lights and garland in a strangely inviting and festive way, reminding her that Christmas was merely three days away.
    “James? Why are we stopping here?” she asked, already afraid she knew the answer.
    “You’ve never been to Juan Carlos before? They have the best tacos and freshly made pico de gallo in the entire state of California,” he responded without actually answering her question.
    Was he joking? “Please tell me that the important business meeting that you required I accompany you to isn’t sitting at the bar and stuffing your face with tacos?”
    “Well, it won’t just be tacos. There will be pico de gallo. And rice pudding or flan depending on my mood. Believe me when I say it will be a step up from the stuffy office Christmas party that I’ve rescued you from.”
    She gritted her teeth. “Are you completely out of your mind? You know I barely have enough time in the day right now trying to file these responses, not to mention organizing and putting together the PowerPoint presentation for our first managers’ legal training on discrimination, harassment, and labor laws that starts in two weeks and review the latest round of proposals from the Blossom Brew group.”
    He drew his face into a serious expression. “Duly noted. But besides escaping the dreary office party, we also were able to finalize both responses, and you filled me in on your progress in finding an employee-assistance program that might suit our needs.”
    He had a point. Not to mention that, by slipping out, she’d fended off Mike from marketing’s attempt to corner her to discuss some of his personal legal issues that had nothing to do with his job. Something she found was common—a few in the executive level trying to bum some free legal advice. Last week