Page 3 of Wild Rush Of Love
With everything that was going on, it didn’t make sense for Rush not to be here though, and it went unsaid that neither of them could guarantee they’d have a job once the new owner showed up.
“Why the hell are you giving me time off? You need me here to cover your back,” he argued.
“This is the calm before the storm. Take the time while you can. We’ll be working our asses off, or be out on them, once the new owner arrives. I think—no, Iknowwe’ve got things turning around. I want that to continue but that won’t happen if I run my best employees into the ground. I’d rather you took some time now. We’ll have a few days to get a battle plan together before the will is read and whoever Harry left this place to takes over.”
“Are you sure? A few normal work days will have me back up to speed.” Hell, if he could clear his head of a certain distracting woman and get a good night’s sleep, he’d be back to normal by morning.
Cam waved him off. “No. Not good enough. I’ve checked your timecards. You never punch in overtime.”
Rush shrugged. “I love the job. I’m not here for the money, and living onsite means that’s not something I have to worry about.”
Besides, he had a trust fund. Not that anyone around here knew about it.
“I don’t give a shit whether you need money or not. You do the job, you get paid or compensated.” Cam stepped closer and tugged the clipboard out of Rush’s hand. “Take the week off,” he snapped in what Rush figured was his do-as-you’re-told voice, one Rush hadn’t heard from the man until now.
With a grin, he saluted. “Yes, boss.”
Cam returned his smile with a muttered, “Smartass.”
Rush believed once things settled—if they were both still here—Cam would be someone he’d not only call boss, but friend. They’d already forged a connection and he enjoyed working with someone he respected and trusted. It was a complete turnaround after the last few years.
“Your next shift is Saturday night.”
“What about tonight?” Rush frowned. “I’ve got six ’til close.”
“Not anymore. Desi has it covered.”
“Oh. Okay. It looks like you have every protest countered.”
“I do. Get out of here. Go have some fun and make sure I don’t see your face in here unless you’re bellied up to the bar for a drink before next weekend,” Cam said over his shoulder as he walked into the storeroom at the back of the bar.
Fun? The last time he’d had fun, he wasn’t alone.
Rush’s mind ticked over. Seven days. He had seven days.
How long would it take to drive to Baltimore? Eight hours?
He glanced at his watch. Seven fifteen. If he got on the road now he could be on Reena’s doorstep by tonight. They’d have six days. Another week together.
Fuck.
When had he decided to chase after her?
For seven days, the only thoughts in his head regarding Sabreena Howe were memories. Wishes.
Regrets.
And now he was thinking about hitting the road and driving hours to see her?
To do what, exactly?
Chapter One
Three weeks earlier…
Reena climbedout of her rental car and took a deep breath as she pulled on her coat.
God it was cold.
