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“No, you have a trip.”
“I don’t have a trip.”
“Yes, you do. We talked about this.” He furrows his brow. “Didn’t we?” he asks, unsure.
“We most certainly did not discuss me going on a trip tomorrow.” I set my clipboard down, giving him my full attention. “What trip?”
“Shit,” he says. “I’m sorry. I could have sworn I told you. You know, they never tell you what it’s really like to have a newborn. I can hardly remember to feed myself, let alone?—”
“Graham.” I snap my fingers. “Focus. What trip?”
“Oh.” He scratches his five-six-seven o’clock shadow. “There are still five locations in need of their first-quarter audits.”
“That’s the Company Liaison’s job,” I point out.
“Right,” he says with a nod.
I wait for more. He says nothing. “So, you’re not the Liaison anymore,” I say.
“I know.”
“Neither am I. Unless you forgot to tell me that, too, in which case I’d gladly accept the extra six-figures in my paycheck.”
Graham laughs. “No, I definitely would have remembered to tell you that.”
I sigh. “Okay. What does this have to do with me, then?”
“You’re going to accompany the new Company Liaison on the trip.”
My gut sinks. “What?”
“I need you to be my eyes and ears. Rate his performance sans training wheels. He nailed his training, but you know as well as I do that it’s different out in the field on your own.”
“Um...”
“I’d do it, but I’m still technically on paternity leave until the shareholders’ convention and these audits need to be done before then.”
Blood rushes to my cheeks. “Okay, but...”
“But what?”
“The new Company Liaison is?—”
“Oliver!”
I flinch as Marla excitedly squeals behind us. She rushes out from the front desk and throws her arms around him as he approaches from the hotel entrance. He happily returns her embrace, his face emblazoned with a friendly smile.
Big blue eyes. A chiseled, clean-shaven jawline. Dark hair just long enough to tickle his eyebrows.
Ah, crap.
“Oli!” Graham says, waving him over. “We were just talking about you.”
Marla detaches from him as the phone rings behind the desk. She goes to answer it, freeing Oliver so he can walk toward us. He stops next to Graham and looks right at me as he slides his hands into the pockets of his black suit.
“About me?” he asks, his smirk twitching with amusement. “Well, don’t let me stop you.”
I swallow hard.
