“But I want two things,” Kaitlin continued.
Though she knew she ought to enjoy this, she was far too nervous to get any pleasure out of watching him sweat.
This had to work.
It simply had to.
Zach’s brow furrowed, and she could almost feel him calculating dollar figures inside his head.
“One—” she counted on her fingers, struggling to keep a quaver from forming in her voice “—our marriage stays secret.” If people found out she was married to Zach, the professional credential of renovating his building would mean less than nothing. The entire city would chalk it up to their personal relationship.
“Two,” she continued, “you give me a job. Renovation design director, or some similar title.”
His eyes narrowed. “You want a job?”
“Yes,” she confirmed.
He appeared genuinely puzzled. “Why?”
“I’ll need an office and some support staff while I finish planning the renovations to your building. Since you already have those things available here…”
He was silent for a full three seconds. “I’m offering you money, not a job.”
“I don’t want your money.”
“Kaitlin—”
She squared her shoulders. “This is not negotiable, Zach. I get free rein, carte blanche. I do your renovation, my way, and—”
He leaned forward, tenting his fingers on the polished desktop. “Not a hope in hell.”
“Excuse me?”
They glared at each other for a drawn-out second while a thousand emotions skittered along her nervous system.
He was intimidating. He was also undeniably arousing. He was both her problem and her solution. And she was terrified this chance would somehow slip through her fingers.
Then Lindsay spoke up, her voice haughty and authoritarian as she stepped into the conversation. “You should know, Mr. Harper, that I’ve provided Ms. Saville with a copy of Sadie Harper’s will, as filed with the probate court.”
The room went to dead silent.
Nobody moved, and nobody breathed.
Kaitlin forced herself to straighten to her full height. She crossed her arms over her chest, letting his stunned expression boost her confidence.
“I’ll divorce you, Zach,” she told him. “I’ll sign the entire company over to you. Just as soon as I have my career back.”
His furious gaze settled on Kaitlin. His tone turned incredulous. “You’re blackmailing me?”
Sweat prickled her hairline, anxiety peaking within her. “I’m making you a deal.”
Several beats ticked by in thick silence, while her stomach churned with anxiety.
His expression barely changed. But finally, he gave a single, curt nod.
Her heart clunked deep in her chest, while a wave of relief washed coolly over her skin.
She’d done it.
She’d bought herself a second chance.
She doubted Zach would ever forgive her. But she couldn’t let herself care about that. All that mattered was she was back on the job.
From beneath the stained concrete porch of the Harper Transportation building, Kaitlin stared at the rain pounding down on Liberty Street. It was the end of her first full day of work, and her nerves had given way to a cautious optimism.
Zach hadn’t made her feel particularly welcome, but she did have a desk, a cubbyhole of a windowless office, with a drafting table and a bent filing cabinet. And, though other staff members seemed confused by the sudden change in the renovation project, one of the administrative assistants had introduced her around and offered to help out.
Kaitlin inhaled the moist May air. Fat raindrops were splashing on the concrete steps, forming puddles and rivulets on the pavement below. She glanced at the gray sky and gauged the distance to the subway staircase in the next block. She wished she’d checked the weather report this morning and tossed an umbrella into her bag.
“I trust you found everything you need?” Zach’s deep voice held a mocking edge behind her.
Kaitlin twisted, taking in his towering height and strong profile against the backdrop of his historic building. She was forced to remind herself that she was in the driver’s seat in this circumstance. She should make him nervous, not the other way around.
“Could you have found me a smaller office?” she asked, attempting to go on the offensive. He was obviously making some kind of a point by relegating her to a closet. It didn’t take a genius to figure out he was attempting to put her in her place.
“Haven’t you heard?” His mouth flexed in a cool half smile, confirming her suspicions. “We’re renovating.”
“I notice your office is plenty roomy,” she persisted, hoping to give him at least a twinge of guilt.