Free Finally Found by Nicole Andrews Moore

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    “So when did you want to get to work?” She asked. “Or is there something you need from me first?”

    “Well, since we’re already in the kitchen, let’s talk food. More importantly, let’s order food for lunch. Oh, and do you have any plans for Thanksgiving. I only ask because I was thinking it might be a nice opportunity for you to demonstrate your catering abilities and even meet some potential clients…” He had pulled that idea out of nowhere. Huh. At the same time, it wasn’t a bad idea.

    “Do you normally entertain for Thanksgiving? I thought it was more of a family holiday.” She was curious more than judgmental. Cammie realized she had a lot to learn about her dream clientele.

    “I just thought we might have a special cocktail party on Friday. It’s the official kick off for the holiday season. If we work our butts off, we can have catering menus available for people to pick up, business cards for them to carry home with them, and even a calendar to start booking. If you don’t get at least three parties booked from that event alone, then you suck.” He leaned across the counter and smiled at her. The gauntlet had been thrown.

    He watched her for a reaction. This would tell him everything he needed to know. If she backed up, she probably didn’t have the stamina or backbone for the business. If she met his challenge, then she had a chance.

    Cammie was beaming. “You say three? I’m going to book no fewer than five parties from this event.” She glanced around. “We’re hosting it here?”

    He nodded, fascinated by her reaction. “Great. So where are the Christmas decorations?”

    “Decorations?” He stood up and glanced around. They had never decorated the Hamptons house for the holidays. All the winter parties were held in the city. This idea of his was going to be unusual, to say the least, but selling ideas was his business. Okay, selling ideas was supposed to be his business and this was his chance to prove himself, just as much as it was Cammie’s chance to prove that catering was hers. He smiled. “Guess we just will have to go shopping, after we discuss your vision for this event.”

    All the times he had seen Haley and Sam working together, they had adjourned to the library. This house didn’t have a library. This house didn’t even have a study. This house was a place to relax and get away from work. Only he would bring it with him. He shook his head.

    “What? You doubt me?” She stood up even straighter, threw her shoulders back, brushed her hair away from her face, and gathered it up in a messy bun. “Hope you ate Wheaties for breakfast. We have lots of work to do in the next few days.”

    Then she turned her back on him and began to acclimate herself with the kitchen. Adam watched in fascination as she looked over what pots and pans they had, the serving dishes. She was making notes on her phone as she worked. A good thirty minutes later, she looked up and caught him sitting there with his head propped up on his hand.

    “What are you doing?” She stood there with her hands on her hips.

    “I’m just…thinking,” he responded shyly. He had been caught.

    “Why aren’t you working on ideas for this advertising campaign? I’m checking out the kitchen and thinking food and décor and I can’t even get you to keep your part of the bargain. Ad campaign. Now!” She sighed in frustration to punctuate her discontent.

    “Yes, ma’am.” He stood and left the room. He would never get anything done while watching her. Yet she was such a surprise that he couldn’t imagine doing anything but sitting around watching her. Damn it. What would Sam do in this situation? He was always so much more controlled, so confident. He never would have made this kind of rookie mistake. He wouldn’t have been caught looking. Hell, he probably had never been distracted in his life, as single minded as he was.

    Searching through the sofa