I quickly double back to grab my favorite book off my nightstand.
Okay, now it’s time to go to work.
CHAPTER 6
OLIVER
I sit alone in the airport terminal with my phone pressed against my ear and a thick rock churning my gut. My carry-on sits on the last empty chair beside me, saved for the woman who’s supposed to be here with me. The crowd passes around me and I search every single one of their faces for hers as I nervously bounce my ankle up and down.
“You still there, Oliver?”
“Yeah, Graham,” I say into my cellphone. “I’m here.”
He laughs. “Don’t be nervous.”
“I’m not nervous. You know me. I got this.”
“I do. Is Paige there yet?”
I perform another scan of the passing crowd. “No,” I answer.
“Strange. She’s usually there before I am.”
“Probably just running late. She did mention last night that she had some errands this morning.”
“Well, when she gets there, use her.”
I smile to myself. “Whatever you say, boss.”
“I mean it.”
“I still don’t see why I need a babysitter,” I say. “I can do this job by myself.”
“She’s not a babysitter,” he says. “She’s an assistant. She’s there to assist you.”
“Well, I don’t need an assistant.”
“She’s an expert on your job, Oli. Don’t waste it because of your ego.”
I frown. “I don’t have an ego.”
He snorts. “You sure about that?”
The crowd parts down the terminal, and I catch sight of a blonde ponytail walking in my direction. She pulls a red carry-on bag behind her. Her hips sway within a tight, black skirt. A white blouse and a black jacket. Thick, blue-rimmed glasses. Professional from her head to her toes.
Definitely Paige Landon.
“Hey, Graham,” I say.
“Yeah?”
I look at her crimson high heels. “Do her shoes always match her carry-on like that?”
“Yes!” He laughs. “They do.”
I nod. “Neat.”
“Soon she’ll be laying out ties for you that match her shoes. You’re corporate now, buddy. Time to look the part.”