The Workaholic and the Realist (New Hampshire Bears #2) by Mary Smith Read Free Book Online

didn’t want to be communicating to someone though emails and shit. Yes, I knew it was the age of technology, but again, I was old-school. I decided lunch and a workout would be the next on my to-do list and I’d deal with the assistant stuff later.
    Yoga started in twenty minutes, and it gave me enough time to get here. I might even do a few miles on the treadmill. I grabbed a Powerbar, my gym bag, and headed off to my SUV.
    Driving to the gym, it was nice to see it hadn’t snowed in a few days. I hated winter and glad I worked from home now and didn’t have to be out in it. The gym wasn’t overly packed, and I made it to yoga on time.
    When I first started yoga, I thought it would be a big joke. Until the next day, when I couldn’t move from my sore muscles. I tried to do it at least once or twice a week. Running and cycling were my other go-to exercises.
    Once yoga finished and my three miles on the treadmill ended, I headed home for a long hot shower and something delicious to eat. Of course, I couldn’t cook, so take out it would be.
     

     
    I hadn’t talked to Keaton since I teased him at his apartment. I send him the revised chapters, but I knew he’d on the road for the next week. I figured he would get back to me later when he got back to Manchester.
    I stared at my laptop as I sipped my espresso. I enjoyed working at The Latte Bean. Mainly for the coffee. As Madonna’s greatest hits blasted through my earbuds, I went back to editing my client’s book. I almost jumped out of my chair when Meadow’s head popped up from behind my screen.
    “You’re deep into work if you didn’t see me.” She smiles as I removed my buds.
    “I am. Actually, I’m glad you’re here.”
    “Really? What’s up?”
    “I need to hire an assistant.”
    Meadow scoffed. “Well, I’m not available.”
    “I don’t mean you,” I guffawed. “I mean do you know of anyone looking for a job. Someone who isn’t fake.”
    Meadow shrugged. “I’m not sure.”
    “Shit, I really want someone soon.”
    She gasped. “Oh, I do know someone. Well, I’m not close to her, but I met her at the Christmas party.”
    “What Christmas party?”
    “The Bears. Vance Pemberton is a rookie, well I think she’s his girlfriend or maybe fiancé, was there too, and she’s super nice.”
    “Nice is one thing, but is she smart?”
    “She just finished college and moved here from Belfast.”
    This caught my interest. “She’s from Ireland.”
    Meadow nodded. “As is Vance. I’ll get her number for you and call you later.”
    I thanked her and, as she left, I went back to work, hoping this panned out for me.
     

     
    Meadow came through for me and got the number for Dacey Grion, who now sat across from me at Mr. Mac’s restaurant. I assumed the casual environment would be more comfortable, but Dacey looked as if she would pass out.
    “Grion? Is that Irish?”
    “Um…Scottish actually.” She twirled a strand of her strawberry-blonde hair around her finger. Her dark blue eyes would make contact with me and then dodge away.
    “What did you go to college for?”
    “Well, in all honesty, I still don’t know. I received a general degree.” Her cheeks turned red.
    “That’s okay. Not everyone knows what to do with their lives at twenty-one.”
    Dacey smiled. “My parents and Vance seem to think differently.”
    “I wouldn’t be bothered by it. However, I need someone to help me with answering emails, mailings, scheduling, and at times, handling my social media. I hate that part the most.”
    “I can do all of that. I’m quiet proficient on computers.”
    “All you young ones are.” I sighed and Dacey laughed. “When can you start?”
    “Really?” She beamed. Hell, you would have thought I told her she won the lottery; she seemed so elated. “Monday, I guess. I mean, whenever. Whatever you want.”
    I giggled. “I think Monday is perfect.” I gave her my address and told her she didn’t have to dress fancy. “Most of