Patricia Kay - You've Got Game

That was a joke.

For one thing, she didn’t like him. She’d made that abundantly clear. But the overriding reason was they came from totally different worlds. Her wealth and position as an owner of the company he worked for was an insurmountable obstacle, even if he could win her over in person.

No. A relationship with Lorna was a pipe dream. It would never work. The best thing he could do now would be to disappear from her life.

That was his decision yesterday…. Yet after a restless night followed by a miserable day, he finally had to admit to himself that he didn’t want to give her up. Even if he had to remain anonymous forever….

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Many thanks to Dee Williams of Bimbo Bakeries

USA for his kindness in giving my husband and me

a private tour of the Mrs. Baird’s Bakery in Waco,

Texas, and for patiently answering all my questions.

formerly writing as Trisha Alexander, is the USA TODAY bestselling author of more than thirty contemporary romances. She lives in Houston, Texas. To learn more about her, visit her Web site at www.patriciakay.com.

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Epilogue

Lorna Hathaway stared at her monitor. She was stumped for a word. The only playable letters were Cs, and no two-letter words existed using C.

She sighed and stretched. She’d been playing WordMaker for hours, a sad testament to her dateless life. But at least she was now playing against Coach1012, her favorite opponent, which almost made this frustrating impasse bearable.

Just then an instant message box popped up.

Hey, you having as much trouble as I am finding a word to play? Want to call a truce?

Coach1012 was being generous. He was ahead.

Sure, she wrote back. As long as you realize you’re not doing me any favors, because if we keep playing, I’m sure to win.

Oh, really? he shot back, maybe we should keep playing then, take you down a peg or two….

She laughed and tried to think of a zinger in reply.

After a bit more banter, they agreed to quit the game. Even though Lorna’s backside was sore from sitting so long, she waited. Sure enough, a few minutes later, her e-mail program dinged announcing that she had new mail. As anticipated, the sender was Coach1012. She opened the e-mail and began to read.

Hey, sweet stuff, playing against you tonight was fun. I needed something relaxing after that Little League game. We lost, 13 to 2. The kids don’t care as much as the parents do, though. You should have heard ’em second-guessing me afterward. But criticism goes with the territory. You just gotta ignore it and remember it’s not world peace or anything even close.

Anyway, you planning to play again tomorrow night?

Lorna had been debating whether she should tell her online buddy that she would be spending tomorrow supervising the packing of her belongings in preparation for a move to Houston, which was where Coach lived. She wanted to tell him, yet she hesitated.

She and Coach had become friends about six months earlier through the online game, and she enjoyed the friendship and competition between them. But the bottom line was, although they had discussed all kinds of personal likes and dislikes and had talked about their families and Lorna’s divorce and Coach’s dating life—even having discussions about religion and politics and the state of the world—they had never revealed identifying information about themselves.

The thing was, it was too easy to misrepresent yourself when your only contact was via the Internet, and as a single woman—not to mention, a wealthy single woman—Lorna knew she couldn’t be too careful. She’d had enough bad experiences with men being more attracted to her money and position than they were to her—including her ex-husband—and she didn’t intend to get burned again.

So up front, she’d told Coach she preferred remaining anonymous, and he’d agreed readily, which then made her wonder if he had something to hide. She’d laughed at herself, because he was probably wondering the same thing about her. She finally decided he’d also recognized the need for caution, and she respected that. It showed her he was a sensible man with a good head on his shoulders.

Her mind now made up, she answered saying she would be out of town on business for a few days and probably wouldn’t be online again until the following week. She ended the e-mail by adding that she’d see him then and signed the post with her online name, Sweet Stuff.

She’d no sooner logged off when her cell phone rang. The caller ID showed the caller to be her younger sister Claudia.

“Hey!” Lorna said, smiling. “Thought you were going to the Astros game tonight.”

“I didn’t feel like it—I’m really tired, and I’ve got a cold coming on, I think—so I told John to go without me.”

“Wow, you must really feel lousy if you’re willing to let your new husband out of your sight for an entire evening,” Lorna teased.

“I made sure he wore his ball and chain.”

Lorna laughed. The truth was, John Renzo had fallen in love with Claudia at first sight and been crazy about her ever since. There wasn’t much danger he’d have a roving eye.

“So are you ready for the big move?” Claudia asked.

“As ready as I’ll ever be.”

“I’m so glad you’re coming to Houston. It’ll be great having you here. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you, too.”

“No second thoughts?”

Lorna had had a lot of second thoughts because she loved her job as CFO of Hathaway Baking Company, and she would miss being close to her brother Bryce and his wife Amy and their children, but none of her reservations had changed her mind.

“No. I still think this is the right thing for me to do. If I hope to meet someone and have any kind of personal life of my own, I need to get out of Morgan Creek.”

“I know.”

Claudia did know. The lack of eligible men in their small hometown was one of the reasons she’d moved away herself a year ago.

“I don’t know, Lorna, I just—”

“What?”

“Well, after all you’ve told me about him, I can’t help worrying that you won’t be able to stand working with Nick DeSanto.”

Lorna grimaced. She was trying not to think about the fact that she would have to interact with Nick DeSanto every day. Nick was the plant manager of the Houston division of Hathaway Baking Company, and a more frustrating man would be hard to find. “I can handle him.”

“You keep saying that, but every time you’ve been around him, he’s managed to get under your skin.”

“I know, but that’s been my fault as much as his. You don’t have to personally like someone to work with them. Bryce says Nick does a first-class job running the plant, and that’s the important thing.”

“And you won’t be working for him.”

“No.” If Lorna had had to work under Nick, this move wouldn’t be happening. But she wouldn’t. She would report directly to the new CFO in Morgan Creek.

Later, in bed for the night, Lorna reminded herself that everything in life was a choice, and that there were always trade-offs to be made. She knew being the combination business manager/office manager at a satellite plant wasn’t comparable to the position she held at the Morgan Creek headquarters of her family’s company, but her job wasn’t going to keep her warm at night, nor would it give her the baby she craved.

Thinking about a baby, she felt the old, familiar ache. She wanted a child more than anything, and her desire had only gotten stronger since the birth of her newest niece six weeks earlier. Lorna had just turned thirty-four, and she knew she didn’t have forever. If she was going to have a baby of her own, she needed to get busy. And the first order of business was finding a man she could love and respect, one who really loved her and who wanted a family as much as she did.

That’s why you’re moving. So stop worrying. You’ve made your decision, and it’s a good one. It might not be easy, but this will work. You’ll make it work. And if Nick DeSanto gives you any trouble, you’ll give him trouble right back.

“So…Nick. What do you think about the Texans chance of makin’ the playoffs this year?”

Nick DeSanto looked at his brother Jay, who was helping himself to meatballs from the serving bowl in the center of the dinner table. “What’d you say?”

Jay frowned. “What’s with you today? You’re a million miles away. That’s about the third time I’ve said something and you haven’t been listening.”

Nick shrugged. “Sorry. I was thinking about work.”

“You’re always thinking about work,” his brother Mike piped in. He twirled his fork in his spaghetti, then lifted the enormous mound to his mouth. Before popping it in, he added, “Give it a rest, why doncha?”

The entire DeSanto family always had Sunday dinner together at the home of Nick’s parents, Mike, Sr., and Carmela, and this Sunday was no exception. Normally Nick liked Sunday afternoons. He could relax and be himself with his family, and his mother was still the best cook in the world. But today he couldn’t manage to stop thinking about the imminent arrival of Lorna Hathaway at the satellite baking company plant where he had been the manager for the past seven years.

Why the hell was she coming to Houston to take a lesser position than the one she’d held at the main office? This was the question that had bugged the hell out of Nick ever since Bryce Hathaway had called him a month ago to tell him his sister Lorna was coming.