Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 92167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 461(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“And a waiver to sign?”
He nodded, reaching down to his left and pulling open a drawer. Frowning, he slid his chair back and dug through the drawer. Still not locating what he searched for, he muttered under his breath and yanked open a few other drawers.
When he sat up, Linc found Emma watching him with banked amusement in her gaze.
He playfully narrowed his eyes at her. “My receptionist is learning.” He held up a finger and picked up the phone that connected him to Miss Yander. “Miss Yander, I’m looking for a copy of the waiver we have parents sign. I used to have one in my desk, but it’s gone now. Do you happen to know where it is?”
“I’ll be right there.”
She hung up and so did he. The girl popped in a moment later, her gaze flickering between the two of them, like she was shocked to see Emma. Had she been at her desk when he got here, she would have seen them.
“I didn’t know you had company, Linc.”
Oh no, that wouldn’t do at all. He recognized that tone all too well. A woman angling for something he wasn’t ever going to give.
“Emma is here about her daughter playing baseball with us this year, but I can’t find my hard copy of the waiver.”
She flushed. “I…erm…it accidentally got shredded. I do have it on the computer, though. I hadn’t yet gotten a fresh copy.”
After getting the location of it on his computer, he sent her on her way. The silence in the room was deafening. Linc stole another glance at Emma. Her lips twitched like she was trying not to smile.
“Swallow that laugh, Emma, and come over here. We’re going to share the computer and look it over.”
She rose and moved with ease around his desk. Linc dragged another chair over and placed her in his before taking the hard uncomfortable one.
“I don’t need to be at your desk, Mr—”
He bent so his lips were by her ear. “Linc. Pretty sure we discussed this. Linc. Remember, the man whose shirt you wanted to take off.”
God, this woman was freaking adorable. Her ears were tipped with pink. How the hell did she smell so damn delicious? Like crisp apples and warm caramel. Not the salted kind, but the old-fashioned kind that was fucking incredible.
He tapped a few keys on the keyboard and waited for the new document to pop up.
“Oh,” she said, her hand covering her mouth, unsuccessfully stopping the snort of laughter that burst free.
“Ah, hell.”
His overenthusiastic receptionist-in-training had taken it upon herself to add pretty fonts and designs to the form. Bubblegum pink and teal were the colors of the day and there were more swirls and curls than he knew what to do with.
“I can’t print this off and give it to a parent. They’d never trust me with their children.” Hell, he wouldn’t trust himself with them, either.
She shook her head. “Nope.” Emma reached her hands out only to pause. “Do you mind?”
“No, please. Do whatever.”
As he watched, Emma took out all of the nonessential things on the form. It was down to two pages instead of five in mere minutes.
“You’re an angel,” he praised.
“Hardly, but I’ve worked in an office before. Gotten to know this program well.” She turned to him with a smile and his breath caught in his chest.
Damn, she wasn’t just pretty, she was stunning when she smiled. Lost as he was in her blue eyes, he missed the door opening once more to admit his father.
“Didn’t know I was interrupting. Guess I should be knocking before I come in.”
She blushed again, which he found so cute.
“Not interrupting, Pops. This is Emma and she just saved my butt. Emma, my father, Mr. Conner.” He cocked a brow when he said that.
She rose and offered a hand to his father. “Nice to meet you, sir.”
For his part, Linc was fixated on her ass in her jeans. God, the curves on this woman. His hands itched to try and learn them.
“And you,” his father replied, shooting him a glare that let him know he’d been caught staring.
Linc stood and settled his hand on the small of her back. “While you were fixing that, did you get a chance to read it? And if so, what do you think?”
She glanced between him and his father. Both of them large men. And she was the only woman in a smaller room with them, but she didn’t appear to be concerned.
“I think if my daughter wants to play baseball, I’ll find a way to make it work.”
As he stood, his father maneuvered his way around and got between him and Emma, nudging her to the door even as he talked to her about how lucky she was that her daughter would be playing baseball and learning from Linc. Then she was out the door and he was left with his father.