Page 64 of Two of a Kind
“Lex also says that maybe Kayla isn’t the only one who should be sorry about what happened.”
Jake looked at his brother. “Maybe she’s right about that, too.”
“Of course she’s right,” Jack Callaghan said, lifting his beer. “You both have daughters of your own now, and lovely lasses they are. It won’t be long before the young bucks will be casting eyes their way.”
Jake growled, and Ian’s expression went hard.
“Like hell.”
Jack smiled knowingly. “Then I suggest you be very clear to your daughters,andyour sons, about how a lass should be treated. And do it now while they’re still young enough to listen.”
* * *
“Now you’re even morefamous,” Kayla said, wrapping her arms around Spencer’s waist after he disconnected the video link. “Or is that infamous?”
He laughed. “Probably both. It’s great publicity for Sate, though. We are booked solid through next Christmas. I knew hiring you was a good idea.”
“Does that mean you’re going to give me a raise?” she teased.
“I was thinking more along the lines of a bonus.”
“A bonus, huh?” She licked under his jaw, delighting in the way his hands flexed on her ass. “I think you have given me quite a few bonuses already.”
“Yes, well, this would kind of build on that.”
“Oh? Are you going to let me pick out some new toys?”
“Not exactly,” he told her, “but we can include that in negotiations.”
“Then what?”
“I’ve been thinking ...”
“You’re always thinking.”
“Kayla.” Spencer moved his hands up to her shoulders. “Let me finish, okay?”
She stopped kissing his neck, a heavy feeling filling her stomach with the seriousness of his tone. “Okay.”
“Maybe you should sit down.”
That heavy feeling turned into a solid lead ball. “I don’t think I want to.”
“Do it anyway. Please.”
She sank down onto the plush office chair, preparing herself for the worst. “Okay, I’m sitting.”
“The thing is, Kayla, I’ve never really had a serious relationship before, and certainly never an exclusive one. But ... this past year, with you, well, it’s been ... great. And I wasn’t kidding when I said Sate needs you.”
“Go on,” she said carefully.
“I know we said we weren’t going to make any promises, but the truth is, I want to make things more ... permanent.”
“Permanent?”
“Yes.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “A merger, if you will. You and I, we understand each other. Complement each other. We have the same goals, like the same things, fulfill each other’s needs. You could say no,” he added, “and we can continue as we are.”
“Or ...?”
