One Good Reason. Sarah Mayberry

our customers. And none of it is your fault?”

      “That’s not what I said.”

      “So you’re not making excuses for treating our showroom like a pick-up bar?”

      “A pick-up bar? Are you serious? We were having a conversation.”

      “When it comes to your brother’s company I’m usually pretty serious. I’m a little crazy like that, caring about him staying in business and whatnot.”

      He made a rude noise. “Lady, you need to lighten up.”

      “This isn’t about me.”

      “Listen, I know you’re all bent out of shape because I used your computer for a few seconds yesterday—”

      “This isn’t about you using my stupid computer. What do you think I am, a child or something?”

      His gaze dropped to her chest for a telling beat. Never had she regretted being an A-cup so much in her life.

      “I don’t know. I can’t think of another reason why you’d nearly blow a gasket because I was having a friendly chat with another consenting adult on my lunch break.”

      “She was a customer. She was looking for furniture, not a quickie in the parking lot.”

      “Personally I prefer a nice big bed and plenty of time, but don’t let that get in the way of a good story.”

      To her everlasting chagrin, Gabby could feel heat stealing into her cheeks. “Stop trying to make this about me. You’re the one who’s taking advantage of Tyler, taking his job offer and then arriving late on your second day. How do you think it looks to the other guys, the boss’s brother strolling in whenever he feels like it and—”

      “I called Dino, told him I’d be in late and that I’d make up the time tonight.”

      Gabby was thrown for a second. “Well, good. At least someone knew where you were.”

      “What’s wrong? Worried about me?”

      “Hardly.” She was fiercely hot now, her armpits prickling with self-conscious heat. It didn’t help that he looked as cool as could be, as though he could barely bother to raise a sweat over her.

      “You know what? Forget I said anything. Why I even felt the urge to explain is beyond me.” He turned to go.

      “Uh-uh. You don’t get off that easy.”

      She raced around the table, barely making it to the doorway in time to block his exit. He stopped short of plowing into her and she caught a whiff of male skin and spicy deodorant before he took a step backward.

      “I want a promise from you that you won’t talk to any of the customers again.”

       “What?”

      “You heard me.”

      “Sweetheart, you have got to be the most uptight chick I have ever met in my life.”

      “My name is Gabby, thanks. And I want your word that you’ll stay out of the showroom. If Dino’s prepared to put up with you stuffing him around in the workshop that’s his business. But Tyler and I handle sales and I won’t have you screwing with our clients. Literally or figuratively.”

      Something fiery and dangerous flashed in his dark gray eyes. He grabbed her by the upper arms, forcibly picking her up and moving her to one side as though she were a piece of furniture. Then he was gone, and she was left gaping at his audacity.

      “How dare you!” she said to the empty kitchen.

      Good lord, she sounded like a Victorian maiden. An hysterical, outraged Victorian maiden on the verge of the vapors. Any second now she’d be reaching for her smelling salts or calling for her maid to burn some feathers.

      How on earth had he managed to turn the tables on her so effectively? He’d been utterly in the wrong, yet somehow she was left feeling like some uptight morals campaigner. He was the one who’d taken advantage of Tyler’s generosity, not her. Jon was the one who should be feeling stupid and wrong and out of sorts.

      You’re an asshole, Jon Adamson.

      Damn straight he was. That was why she’d been so prickly and bristly around him right from the start—her instincts had simply been ahead of the game, recognizing his essential asshole-ness way before he’d shown his true colors.

      Which was great, except for one thing—she worked with him now. For the foreseeable future, she had to face him every day from nine to five.

      Relax. He’s a screwup. He’ll mess up again. And next time Tyler will notice and then it will only be a matter of time.

      She took a deep breath, then let it out.

      Tyler was a good guy and a generous employer, but he was also an astute and passionate businessman. Once he realized his brother was deadwood, Jon would be gone.

      It couldn’t happen soon enough.

      JON DIDN’T CONSIDER HIMSELF A tough guy to get along with. Sure, he wasn’t a cuddly, let-me-be-your-instant-best-friend kind of guy, but he usually rubbed along okay with most people. He had a handful of good mates. He managed to end most of his romantic liaisons without tears and recriminations.

      So why had Gabby taken such an instant and steadfast dislike to him?

      He punched the table saw on and lined up his first cut, feeding the timber slowly into the blade.

      He’d apologized for using her computer. He’d bitten his tongue last night when she’d been all bent out of shape about him locking up. He’d even sought her out to explain that she hadn’t seen what she’d thought she’d seen when she’d come into the showroom. And she’d still looked at him as though she’d scraped him off her shoe.

      It had to be the lesbian thing. Maybe she saw him as competition. Maybe she’d had a bad experience with a man that had tainted her view of his gender for all time. Whatever, he was done with worrying about her prickly sensibilities. From now on, it was every man—or woman—for himself.

      You’re the one who’s taking advantage of Tyler, taking his job offer and then arriving late on your second day.

      He frowned, shaking his head in an attempt to dislodge her words. As he’d explained to her, he’d called Dino, let him know he was running late. He’d been up half the night, unable to sleep, pacing the floor of his apartment and staring at late-night TV like a zombie. And when he’d finally fallen asleep in the early hours he’d been so out of it he’d slept through the alarm. But it wasn’t as though he hadn’t put in the hours yesterday—it had been nearly midnight when he left the workshop, bone weary and covered in sawdust—and it wasn’t as though he wouldn’t make up for the time today. As for taking advantage of Tyler … Jon’s conscience was clear on that one, too. He and Tyler had an understanding, and it was none of Miss Prissy’s business.

      Jon lined up his next cut. Sawdust and wood chips flew as he ripped the length of the wood.

       How do you think it looks to the other guys, the boss’s brother strolling in whenever he feels like it?

      He told himself to concentrate on the matter at hand, but Gabby’s words continued to eat at him. He could tell himself she knew nothing and that her words held no weight. But the truth was that if he had an employee who’d turned up late on the second day of work, he wouldn’t be too impressed, either. Not that he was Gabby’s employee … but he could see her point. Considered objectively, it had probably looked bad. And it definitely didn’t send a great message to the other staff members.

      He swore under his breath, then hit the stop button. Pulling the ear protectors from his head, he faced the inevitable: Gabby was right. But only about the late thing. He’d go to his grave defending his conversation with Fiona-the-blonde in the showroom. They’d been flirting, for Pete’s sake—hardly