Chapters (64)
- Recluse
- Dedication
- Book Description
- Also By Helen Hardt
- Praise For Helen Hardt
- Warning
- Prologue
- Charlie
- Roy
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- Epilogue
- A Note From Helen
- Acknowledgments
- About the Author
Something I was definitely looking forward to.
Still, this man was a riddle in human form. Did he truly think anything could be art? He seemed to talk in circles. I wasn’t sure what he actually believed.
But this was new, for both of us. I had all the time in the world to discover what made Roy Wolfe tick.
Too soon, he ended the gentle kiss, our tongues parting.
I pulled out my key and unlocked the door. “You want to…”
He shook his head. “Until tomorrow, silver.” He gave a mock salute and walked toward the staircase.
I watched him until he was out of sight.
My phone alarm rang too damned early the next morning. I managed to make it into the office by eight, though, and already Lacey had piled the work on for me.
“We’re meeting in the same conference room at ten,” she said. “I need this stuff before then.”
“I’ll get right on it.” I sighed and began to tackle the comprehensive list.
A few minutes later, she appeared in my doorway. “What did you decide?”
“About what?”
She entered and closed my door. “About Roy.”
“Oh.” I’d nearly forgotten that I’d asked her about him yesterday. “I guess I’ll go for it if he’s still interested.”
I felt bad lying to her, but Roy was such a recluse, and part of me felt like this was still too new. I didn’t want to share it. I wanted it to be mine and only mine for a little while. To tell anyone about it would taint it.
I was being silly, but still…
“I don’t know Roy very well,” Lacey said, “but I do know that he wouldn’t have approached you if he weren’t truly interested. He’s kind of shy.”
“Well, he’s an artist,” I said, as if that explained everything. In truth, it explained nothing.
“True.”
Good. She’d bought it.
“Sorry to pile so much on you,” she said. “It’s only your second day and all.”
“No worries. I’ll get it done as quickly as I can.”
She nodded and then left my office, leaving the door open. Wolfe Enterprises seemed to have an open-door policy, which was fine with me. I wasn’t used to having my own office anyway.
Two hours passed like two seconds. I’d made a considerable dent in Lacey’s list but still had plenty to do. I hoped the meeting in the conference room wouldn’t take all day. If I had to stay late and finish Lacey’s list, I’d miss dinner with Roy.
I grabbed my laptop for notes and headed to the conference room.