An hour before the office officially opened Monday morning,
Holly Lombard smiled as she walked into Noah Brand's office.
She'd been summoned to see him and she had a stack of
papers, assuming he had questions about the new line they
were introducing. She crossed his office, her footsteps
silent on the thick Oriental carpet.
"Morning, Holly," Noah said, looking up from his
desk. "Have a seat. I want to talk to you before
everyone starts arriving."
"Congratulations," she said, sitting on a chair that
was the finest leather Brand Enterprises carried. "I
read your e-mail and saw that you got what you wanted."
"Thanks. Jeff starts today," Noah said, looking at
her across his wide, antique mahogany desk, and she could
hear the triumph in his tone of voice. "And that brings
us to my purpose in talking to you. I have a proposition for
you."
Surprised, she placed her stack of papers on the table
beside her and waited.
"I made Jeff an offer that he accepted, but it's
contingent on you taking a new position."
The first quiver of apprehension pricked her, but she
dismissed it as ridiculous. "This is out of the
blue," she said.
"I know, but I had to do some arm-twisting to get Jeff.
He's excellent, Holly."
She reserved judgment. From Noah's conversations over the
years, she knew his twin had walked out on Brand Enterprises
a long time ago to become, over the years, a cowboy out on a
West Texas ranch. She couldn't imagine that he could cope
with the business.
"I want you to work with Jeff. In turn, I'll move you up
from my assistant to Executive Western Marketing Manager and
give you a twenty-percent pay raise. That's a big move,
Holly. And you're young."
"Do I have a choice here?" she asked, appalled by
the thought of working with Jeff Brand.
"Of course. I'm not going to lose you just because you
won't accept. It's only a year. You'd get a jump in salary,
title and responsibility. That's a career builder."
"I'd work for your brother, instead of you?" she
repeated, thinking it would be death to her career. She'd
leave the dynamic head of the corporation to work for a cowboy.
"That's correct. And I've told him he can work all but
one day a week at his ranch."
"Oh, no!" she cried, jumping to her feet. "I'm
not getting stuck out on a ranch in the middle of nowhere
working for someone who has almost no business experience.
I'm sorry, but I won't do it," she said, wondering if
her career at Brand was going to end today. "I'm sorry,
but that's absurd to even ask someone to do such a thing. It
would kill my career." Hurt and furious that Noah would
ask this of her, she drew herself up. "I can look for
another job—would prefer to."
"Calm down and sit again," Noah said, sounding as if
he were just telling her about a new design they were
getting for one of their furniture lines. "Jeff may be a
little rusty and needs to be brought up to speed, but you'll
be pleasantly surprised. You can have a company car and all
expenses paid. Look, I want Jeff and you're perfect to work
with him. It'll be as good as if I was there to help him
myself, which I can't do with Dad gone."
Noah rubbed his neck and she knew he was mulling over some
bigger incentive. This was lousy thanks for all the work and
success she'd had with the company.
"Any way you look at it, this is a demotion. You're
sticking me in the boonies with an inexperienced cowboy. I
loathe horses, country and Western stuff."
Noah shot her a look and she wondered if she'd overstepped
her bounds, but it no longer mattered. Better her career
crumbled before her eyes than she moved to the boonies. Noah
waved his hand.
"Hold it, Holly." Noah did some figuring as he
scribbled on a piece of paper. She sat, but wanted to pace
the floor and scream at him. This was unfair and a huge
waste of her talents. She wished Knox Brand were back on the
job.
Noah came around his desk. "Here's the deal I'll make
you. In addition to the raise and promotion, I'll pay you a
bonus when you start and a bonus when you
finish—$125,000 to start, $125,000 when the year is
up."
With her stomach churning, Holly gazed out the window,
knowing the offer had just become too lucrative to turn down
without serious consideration. She envisioned West
Texas—mesquite, cactus and dust. How out of touch
could she get?
"You're not bowled over by my offer," Noah remarked
dryly. "Make each payment $250,000, Holly."
Startled, she looked up at him. "That's a
half-million-dollar bonus to do this. You want me in the
worst way."
"Yes, I do. I told you, he's a negotiator and a
financial whiz. He didn't make all of his fortune on cattle.
I can count on him. He isn't an unknown. The two of you
would be the best possible team. I won't worry about
anything I turn over to you."
"I'm flattered by that endorsement," she remarked
dryly. The amount he'd just offered dazzled her. "For
that much money plus the promotions, Noah, I can put up with
a lot. I'd work with a gorilla at the zoo," she said and
he smiled.
"Does that mean you'll accept? Usually women are quite
receptive to Jeff, but I know circumstances are
different." His smile was contagious as he came closer
to shake her hand. "You won't regret it."
"I think I'll regret it constantly, but I'll remind
myself of what I'm getting. One year only."
"I intend to hire someone to take Jeff's place, so it
might not be one year exactly, but close. You get your first
payment and your new title and position today. I want you to
start now. Jeff will be in soon to get on the payroll. Take
this week to wind up what you are working on as much as you
can. I'll have someone moved over to be my assistant. Your
suggestions are welcome. I've already told Jeff he can
handle the Cabrera line."
"You trust him to do well," she said, thinking about
the premier line of boots and saddles they would start
marketing. "Three generations of Brands have fought for
that line. Now that you've got it, you're turning it over to
your inexperienced brother," she said, thinking Noah
might be losing his touch.
"Stop looking at me as if I've sprouted two heads,"
Noah said with amusement and she once again was reminded of
his keen perception.
"Very well," she replied, feeling her face flush.
"What time does your brother arrive?"
"Soon, I imagine. The front desk will just send him up.
Holly, thanks for taking this offer. If you'll give Jeff
half a chance, I don't think you'll be sorry."
"I'll try," she said stiffly, knowing she was going
to have to remind herself daily of the financial reward.
"I brought things to go over with you, but we'll do it
later. My mind is spinning. My whole life changed!"
"Later works for me," he said easily. Scooping up
her papers, she fled his office for the safety of her desk.
She clung to the prospect of the money and advance in her
career for taking this job.
She just hoped she wouldn't have cause to quit. She'd
definitely have to return the first half of the payment. She
thought of the picture of Noah with his brother—a
cocky grin on his twin's face and a big Western hat tilted
back on his head. In boots, he was taller than Noah in the
picture and he'd worn hip-hugging jeans. She shivered and
hoped she could last.
When Jeff passed through the front doors of the Brand
Enterprises headquarters, revulsion rippled in him. Memories
of working here in his twenties and how trapped he'd felt
returned. His dad had been a continual overbearing presence,
trying to micromanage the least decision.
Jeff's boot heels clicked on the polished marble floor of
the entrance. He stopped at Security to tell the guard his
name. He was given a badge to wear and ushered past the
small office. He thought about the payment that would go
into the bank today and his spirits lifted a fraction. One
year and then he could do as he pleased again. He thought
about the line of cutting horses he would like to raise.
Surely, for one year, he could assume the uneasy weight of
his father's legacy again.
The lobby was elegant and expensive—glass, marble,
leather and greenery. An atrium flooded the center of the
lobby with light. He was certain every item had been
selected to impress all who entered—employees,
competitors and customers. Noah could have decorated the
lobby, but Jeff knew it had been the decorators his
grandfather and his dad had hired, not his brother. Before
their grandfather, Brand Enterprises headquarters had been
without fancy trappings. He took the elevator to the top
floor to see his brother.
As he walked down a hall and rounded a corner, a woman
rushing in the opposite direction ran into him, spilling the
papers she carried. Jeff reached out to steady her.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I was lost in thought. I
should have—" Huge green eyes riveted him and he
drew a deep breath. Her perfume was as enticing as
everything else about her. Her auburn hair was caught up in
a clip behind her head. A few wayward tendrils escaped, the
silky strands relieving the aloof perfection of her navy
suit and silk blouse.
Consumed in the depths of her wide eyes, Jeff realized he
was staring. He wondered how long she would gaze intently at
him. As if she realized what she was doing, she blinked and
wriggled away. Flawless skin, a straight nose and full red
lips made him think of long, slow kisses. Her face was
beautiful. She blinked as if coming out of a daze and
glanced up at his hat. He could see the disapproval in her
expression. Tight-lipped, she looked down. Toes of his
alligator hand-tooled boots stuck out beneath the pant legs
of his charcoal business suit. He detected her distaste and
wondered who she was.
She knelt to gather her spilled papers and he leaned over to
scoop them up. "I'll get them," he said, picking up
papers quickly to hand them to her. His hand brushed her
warm fingers.
"You're Jeff Brand, aren't you?" she said as if
discovering a pit viper at her feet.
"Yes, I am," he replied, intrigued at her reaction.
"You know me, but I don't believe I've had the
pleasure—I wouldn't forget you," he said, offering
his hand.
She shook her papers as if to indicate she couldn't shake
hands for the papers she held, which was not true. "I'm
Holly Lombard," she said with reluctance and then he
guessed the cause of her frosty manner must be her new
assignment with him.
"I suppose Noah has told you about me. I'm glad to meet
you, Holly," Jeff said, dropping his hand and studying
her, wondering if she had refused to work with him.
Judging from the cold reception, it seemed something more
disastrous had happened. But he felt, with his entire being,
that he was the cause of her icy animosity.
"We'll see each other later," she said and rushed
past him.
"Yes, ma'am," he drawled, turning to watch her
attractive figure disappear in a warren of cubicles. What a
waste. She was stunning, but he was chilled from the
encounter. How did Noah work with someone like Holly
Lombard? He knew the answer as swiftly as the question had
risen. Noah would be delighted with someone who was all
business.
Shaking his head, Jeff proceeded on his way.
He was shown into his brother's office on the top floor. In
amusement he glanced around at the handcrafted fruitwood
desk, the dark wood paneling, the elegant oils on the walls.
"I think you've topped Dad in the lavish office
competition. This ought to intimidate the opposition. If
they ever get in this rarefied atmosphere."
Noah laughed. "It's comfortable. You can have one here
just like it if you want. I was afraid you might get cold
feet and not show."
"You know me well. I kept thinking about the money going
into my account today."
"I've already sent it to your bank and talked to your
banker about it. It's done."
"Thanks. I just ran into Holly Lombard. If looks could
kill, I'd be back there on the floor."
"Holly?" Noah sounded surprised momentarily until a
sheepish grin spread on his face. "She's a little leery
of working with you. You'll inspire her confidence quickly
I'm sure. She worries you might be a bit inexperienced."
"She may be smarter than you. I am definitely rusty."
"Not really," Noah said dryly as he picked up
folders and crossed the room to hand them to Jeff. "I
want you to see these—the latest about the company. I
know you already get them in the mail, but I also would
guess that you don't read them."
"I read a few," Jeff said.
"Back to Holly. You might as well know—she's sour
on men because her fiancé kicked her out and broke the
engagement. She lives for her job and she's not enthused
about working at your place. So your legendary charm's not
going to work on her."
"I didn't used to question your business judgment, but
she may not be the person for this job. Is she going to be
uncooperative?"
"Holly? She's way too professional. If she has a job,
she'll give it her best. You'll see. I just wanted to
clarify why she may seem prickly." Noah spoke on his
intercom and in minutes there was a light knock at the door.
"Come in. Holly, I think you've already met my brother,
Jeff Brand. Jeff, this is your new assistant."
Jeff's pulse sped up as he watched the auburn-haired beauty
he had collided with earlier. He walked toward her and
offered his hand again, certain she would feel compelled to
shake hands in Noah's presence.
She extended her hand, a gesture nullified by her glacial
look. Yet the moment there was physical contact, he felt a
tingle. As he gazed into her green eyes, he saw a glimmer of
shock and realized she had felt sparks, too. She inhaled and
then yanked her hand away, but the chemistry was
there—she had been as aware of it as he was.
In that moment, the prospect of his new job made a subtle
shift from dull to dangerous. He didn't want to experience
any kind of fiery attraction to someone from the city who
didn't like country living.
"I hope we can work together," he said and sincerely
meant it. She wasn't quite the snow queen he'd first imagined.
She gave him a frosty smile. "I've heard great things
about you," she said.
"I'll see if I can live up to them," he said,
wondering what Noah had done to get her agree to work for
him, because he suspected it was a dilly.
"This morning I'll take Jeff to Human Resources to get
his paperwork. This afternoon I've cleared my calendar at
three. Can you do the same, Holly?"
"Of course," she answered smoothly.
"If you'll meet with us, I'll go over what I want Jeff
to handle and we can get started. I've asked him to work in
the office this week to get reacquainted with people,
departments and sections. You'll start at his ranch next
Tuesday."
Jeff noticed the color in her cheeks—she must view
this whole endeavor as a fate worse than death. He wondered
again if she would even cooperate with him. He guessed she
would or Noah wouldn't have placed her in this position.
Jeff sighed. Waste of a beautiful woman.
In minutes she was gone and he gave his brother a lopsided
grin. "I can shake off the icicles now. You're sure
she'll work with me at home?"
Noah smiled. "Holly's smart and I'm paying her plenty to
do this. This is going to be great, Jeff. Thanks."
"Keep that thought in mind the first time we disagree."
Noah laughed. "I know we'll disagree, but we'll work it
out."