street were colonials. But Carlyâs huge house, with its tall pillars and wide front veranda, looked like something out of Gone with the Wind. The neighbors referred to it either as Tara or, more commonly, the McMansion. âHeâs not coming back. Carly needs to accept that her marriage is finished, and get going on the rest of her life. Sheâs a beautiful woman, inside and outside. And itâs a shame that sheâs throwing her life away waiting for a man whoâs gone for good. Youâre not doing her any favors by turning Greg down for her sake.â
âButâ¦you know how people talk. Sheâd be mortified. And even worse than all the gossip, sheâd think I went behind her back and went after him when she was so sweet and got me the interview in the first place.â
âSo donât go behind her back. If he asks you out and you decide to go for it, the classy way to handle the situation would be to speak frankly to Carly about it.â
Meganâs stomach felt as if a big, hard fist was squeezing it. âTo tell her that Iâm dating Gregâ¦.â
âThatâs right,â said Angela.
Megan cringed and Angela saw it. She spoke more gently. âIt wouldnât be such a terrible thing for you, either, you know? If for once in your life you went after what you wanted instead of always going along with what everyone else wants.â
âI go after what I want.â
âIn your work, yes. But on Danbury Wayâ¦?â Angela answered her own question with a shake of her golden head. âLook. Just think about it, okay?â
âI canât, Ange. I wonât. Iâm not getting anything going with Greg Banning, so thereâs no reason for me to ever talk to Carly about it.â
Chapter Four
F rom the moment Greg walked into the bright, high-ceilinged offices of Design Solutions in the heart of downtown Poughkeepsie, he knew all his firm resolutions meant zip. There was no way he could keep things strictly business with Megan Schumacher.
That day she wore purple. Stunning, bright, gorgeous purple with a hint of white lace under her short, form-fitting jacket. He took one look at her flushed, adorable face, saw the little dimple in the curve of her cheek and realized it was hopeless.
He was sorry about Carly, sorry he didnât love her anymore. Sorry that in the neighborhood there would no doubt be talk about him and Megan. Sorry thatCarly would probably end up suffering more than sheâd already suffered.
Yeah. He was sorry.
But Megan wasâ¦
Words failed him.
He only knew that he had to take his best shot at getting closer to her. When the deal was made and he could get rid of his father and the other Banningâs executives, he was taking her to lunchâand after lunch, he was doing everything in his power to convince her to stay at his side until dinner. And after dinner, to get her to see that they should go home to his place and she should stay the night. In the morning, there should be breakfast. And lunch tomorrow. And an intimate dinner tomorrow night.
Was that crazy?
He hoped so. Greg Banning had been waiting all his life to go crazy over the right woman. And now that heâd finally found her, he wasnât letting the chance for a little glorious, happy, wild, wonderful insanity slip through his fingers. Not without one hell of a fight.
He introduced her and her team to his father and to the three dark-suited Banningâs vice presidents. She spent a few minutes detailing the qualifications of each of her people, explaining the jobs they all did and how each would contribute to the update of the Banningâs brand.
They dropped the shades and dimmed the lights for the Flash presentation, which was every bit as convincing as heâd expected it would be. Once theshow was over, the secretary brought in refreshments. Two hours of brainstorming and Q&A followed.
Those were informative, important