anything
financial related to the project," Sam said. "He wanted to be here
this weekend but had plans he couldn't change."
"We're hoping my father will be the first to buy one of
the houses you design," Julia said. "He needs a place to get away
from the city and relax."
"Yes, Rob is a bit of a workaholic," Cody said.
Jason thought having a house in Sully Point might be nice
but it probably wasn't enough of a draw to pull a true workaholic away from the
job. But he only smiled and nodded to Julia.
"Holly will be available in the city in case you need
her for information about Sully Point," Frank said. "Feel free to
call her any time."
Jason wondered if that offer would still be made if they
knew how much he wanted to call her. But not for information. "All right.
I think we're all set then. I'd better head back to the city."
As they all told him good-bye, he thought he'd never met
such a friendly group, especially all in one family. They seemed...happy, that
was it. Contented people, something he wasn't used to being around.
On the drive back, he spent some time thinking of Holly and
all the reasons he shouldn't call her. After that, he spent time thinking of
how much he still wanted her. It seemed to him that as long as they kept it
light and non-committal, and knew from the outset that they didn't want a
relationship, it might work. Like friends with benefits.
For now though, it was back to the city and back to work, to
make time for doing this Sully Point project.
* * * *
Holly woke Monday morning early, after a dream about having
sex with Jason. She shook her head at herself. He kept intruding into her
thoughts yesterday, and now today as well. Getting out of bed and heading to
the shower, she made a firm promise to herself to stop thinking of Jason
Earlington...and his great body with muscles you wouldn't expect, and those
startling green eyes. Right. Getting him out of her thoughts should be no
problem at all.
After her shower she tossed a K-cup into her Keurig coffee
brewer, which she truly believed was one of the great inventions of the
century. Sipping bold, hot coffee a couple of minutes later, she decided to
focus on the assistant she was determined to find for Jason. Spending time with
him over the weekend led her to believe she needed to modify her
recommendation. He didn't need some perky young thing--that would only irritate
him. And what she had been looking for, a man of similar age to Jason was not
the answer either. No, what he needed was a highly competent woman, similar to
her Lana. A woman of a certain age, who had not just work, but life experience,
and who knew the value of efficiency. The loss of his mother played her
decision.
Not that he needed someone to mother him. But there was a
comfort she had found in working with Lana. Someone who was near the same age
as her mother would be now, if she hadn't died. It was strange how they'd both
lost a mother. And for him a father as well. Devastating. It did something to
who you became. Holly knew she wasn't the person she would have been if she
hadn't lost her mother. She had been the oldest child, at age fourteen when her
mother died.
And on some level I do recognize how my sleeping around
and not wanting a relationship is all about fear. Fear of losing someone.
Someone she loved. Yes, the loss of her mother had changed her. She wondered if
losing his parents motivated Jason into such a work-oriented lifestyle.
Holly made her way down the hall to the bedroom next to
hers. Her apartment had three bedrooms. One, a master suite, was hers, one was
a guest bedroom and the other was a closet. She knew she probably didn't need
all the clothes in her wardrobe, but she did love to shop. And if you were
going to interact with the movers and shakers in the city, wearing last
season's fashions simply wasn't done.
She chose a cream silk suit with a georgette blouse in rose.
Her cream high heels and rose gold jewelry, courtesy of Lucretia's shop,
finished