Page 101 of Help Wanted

“I think I want to go for it.”

“Let me know how it works out.” Maybe he could get some pointers on love from the playboy.

* * *

Michaela smiled as she stepped into the lobby of the place where Brady worked. She hoped she wasn’t making a mistake, but she had a good excuse. It was her job.

He’d stopped by her house the night before. He’d said he wanted to talk to her about something, but then he never said anything. Instead, they made out on her sofa until she thought they might take that next step. But he’d left with an apology and an excuse about getting up early the next day.

She didn’t know what was going on.

“Hello. How can I help you?” the woman at the desk asked with a friendly smile.

“Hi. I’m Dr. Walker. I spoke with Mr. Jackson about doing an evaluation for job placement for Hunter Martin.”

“Oh, yes. Zane isn’t here, but I should be able to answer any questions you have.” She gestured to a chair. “Can I get you anything to drink? Tea, water, coffee?”

“You must be Kenley?” Brady had told her every detail of that day. At least the ones he could remember. The darkest parts were shrouded in rage. Probably for the best.

“Yes.” The woman looked surprised. “Sorry.” She held out her hand to shake. “Kenley Carmichael.”

“Hunter has told me a lot about you.”

Kenley answered her questions and took her for a tour of the facility. When they were walking back into the office, Brady was heading out and they stopped, staring at each other.

“Hey, baby. I didn’t know you were stopping in,” he said before he bent and brushed a kiss of happiness over her lips. She’d intended the visit to be a professional one, but at the sight of him, that all went to hell.

“This is your doctor girlfriend?” Kenley smiled.

“Yep. Didn’t she tell you?” Brady’s brows pulled together in question.

“No. I was here on official business.” She hoped her excuse took that look off his face, but it didn’t work. “Are you done for the day?”

“Yeah. I was going to wash up and head home.” He left before she could say anything.

“I think I hurt his feelings.”

“That can’t be. Men always act like they don’t have any feelings.” Kenley snickered at her joke, but Michaela could only manage a smile. “He likes you a lot. He’s pretty excited to have a girlfriend. I don’t think he’s ever had one before.”

She swallowed and went to wait in the hall for Brady to come out.

“Good luck,” Kenley called.

“Hey,” Brady said when he emerged from the restroom, drying his hands.

“I was wondering if you would be interested in coming home with me for dinner.”

“Are you trying to make it up to me?”

“I don’t have anything to make up to you since I was here to do my job and I know you respect me and my job. But now that I’m done with my evaluation, I’d like to take you home with me.”

He nodded and grinned. “Sure.”

* * *

Brady followed Mick to her house. The second they were inside he pulled her against him and kissed her. He still felt a little thrown by his reaction to her dismissal in the office. Now he wanted to claim her, and make her feel so good she’d want to shout their relationship status from the rooftops. Or at the very least, social media.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered by his ear as he moved her backward toward the stairs that would take them to her room.