Something about this woman’s smile is infectious. It almost pulls a smile of my own out, but I stifle the urge and school my features. I need to remember why I’m here and it isn’t to socialize.

“Listen, I asked you here because I wanted to apologize for my behavior last night. I’d had a shit day at work, and I can be a little testy when things at the office aren’t running how I’d like. I was rude and I shouldn’t have been.”

It’s all true, although I’m not a man who’s used to apologizing.

“You can relax, Andrew, I kept my word—I didn’t tell my brother.”

I like the way my name sounds on her lips more than I should. With the mention of her brother’s name, a guilt from the way my body is reacting to hers consumes me. “I appreciate that, but it doesn’t change the fact that I might have overreacted a bit.”

She squeezes her lips together as though she’s debating saying something for a moment before she speaks. “In retrospect, wearing the elf costume was probably a bad idea. I can understand why you weren’t thrilled, but you could have dealt with it a lot different.”

I nod in agreement because what am I going to do? Tell her I loved the fact that she’d been dressed as an elf? We both know I’d be lying.

“That’s not the only reason I wanted to meet with you tonight though.”

She tilts her head. “Oh?”

Putting all my pride on the line, I tell her, “I have an event planning job for you, and I really need you to take it.”

Chapter Eight

Kenzie

A job is the last thing I thought Andrew was going to say.

“I realize I’m probably not your first choice of people to work with, but you wouldn’t be working for me per se, but more for the law firm itself.” His fingers tap on the bar top as if he’s nervous to ask me.

Interesting. I haven’t done a lot of corporate events, but I wouldn’t mind getting into them. Generally, they don’t take up your entire weekend in the same way a wedding does. They usually have decent budgets, and unlike brides, the social committees at a corporation aren’t usually high maintenance or picky. This isn’t the event of their lives.

“My interest is piqued. Tell me more.” I take a sip from my drink and hum in approval. “You’re really missing out here.” I lift my drink before setting it back down.