The Boss's Surprise Son
kiss. Spill! I want all the details.”
    Heat rose in a tide from Savannah’s chest to her hairline. “It’s your fault. You told me to thank him for the extra money from the scholarship.”
    “You actually kissed him?” Claudia demanded. “On the mouth? ”
    Savannah blinked at her. “Of course not, on the cheek, but you’re missing the point here.”
    “Right, right. I see the problem. In the last two days you’ve kissed him and hit on him.”
    Savannah groaned. “That’s it. I’ve cost myself the perfect job. And a trip to Europe.”
    “He’s really got you twisted up. I’ve never seen you so flustered over a man.”
    “He’s not a man. He’s my boss.”
    “Oh, sweetie,” Claudia admonished her. “He’s all man and if you’re trying to ignore that, no wonder you’re in trouble.”
    “You’re not helping,” Savannah said.
    “Helping? Right, you want to know if he realized you were hitting on him.”
    Savannah gritted her teeth.
    “Hmm.” Claudia tapped her lip while she thought. “Did he revert back to business?”
    “No.” Savannah perked up, seeing where her sister was going. Work would be an instinctive barrier for Rick to throw between them if he felt she’d gotten too familiar. “He asked how the plans were going for his grandmother’s birthday. That’s good, right?”
    “Yeah, I think you’re safe. He’d have played the work card if he wanted to shut you down. He probably just didn’t want to talk about his love life.”
    “There’s no love in his relationships.” With a relieved breath Savannah pushed to her feet, helped Claudia to hers. “That’s what the rules are about.”
    “Another reason for him not to answer you. Nobody that knows you could see you in a loveless relationship.”
     
    Savannah’s plan as she strapped herself into her business-class seat on the airplane was to act as if it were business as usual when Rick arrived. No talk of rules or relationships. Or anything else. She’d guard her tongue if she had to bite it off.
    This was one time when his lack of talking would be welcome.
    Where was he anyway? She leaned over the aisle seat to glance up the companionway but there was no sign of her stalwart boss. She’d been surprised when he wasn’twaiting for her in the departure area, but as the boarding passengers began to dwindle, she began to worry.
    There shouldn’t be any traffic at this time of night. They were taking the red-eye to New York and would catch an international flight out of JFK in the morning.
    Frowning, she looked at her watch. Oh, God, what if he didn’t show? Did she fly or get off the plane?
    Just as she reached to ring the flight attendant to ask if he’d checked in, he strolled through the door.
    And— oh my.
    Rick in a business suit was controlled elegance, a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. Rick in jeans and a navy T-shirt was big and broad and just a little rough around the edges, a man who took what he wanted and enjoyed the challenge.
    She couldn’t take her eyes off him the whole time he stowed his gear and took his seat.
    When he met her stare with his take-no-prisoners blue eyes, she blurted, “I was about to flip a coin to see if I should fly without you or get off the plane.”
    He didn’t apologize, simply said, “Rett drove me to the airport.”
    “Oh. And he was late?”
    “He wouldn’t think so.” Rick grimly stated what sounded like an age-old argument between the brothers. He tucked a newspaper in the seat back in front of him. “Rett and I have a difference of opinion about how much lead time you need when you’re flying.”
    “Why do you let him drive you then?”
    “As he pointed out, I haven’t missed a plane yet.”
    “Well, this wasn’t the one to start with,” she informed him, still a little on edge at the close call, a feeling that nudged up a few notches when the plane door closed.
    “Settle down, Ms. Jones. I’m here safe and sound.”
    “Let’s hope you stay that

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