“Hey, Justin,” Brandon said to his brother-in-law Thursday morning. “Have a seat.”
Justin took the proffered chair. “Siobhan said you wanted to talk to me.”
“I wanted to see how the tests were going and find out when you think the system will be ready to go.” Justin had partnered with the company to manufacture his in-home alert system. With the use of sensors placed around the home, real-time data could be sent directly to a smartphone from a wireless hub—whether a door had been left open, a stove left on, or if a person hadn’t moved in hours—that allowed elderly relatives to remain at home and gave caregivers peace of mind.
“I want to do a few more tests before running the consumer trials. If all goes well, maybe six months or so.”
Brandon sighed. “That long?”
“I’d rather work out as many bugs in the system before it hits the market than risk putting it out there and failing.”
“You’re right. I’m just anxious.”
Justin laughed. “Yeah, so am I. Oh, Siobhan told me about you stopping to help some people in an accident last night. Are they okay?”
“It was just one woman and she’s going to be okay. A truck hit a pipe in the road and it went through her windshield. She crashed into the divider. The pipe caught her in the shoulder, but it didn’t do as much damage as it could have.”
“Whoa. What are the chances of something that freaky happening?”
“I know, right? The kicker is she doesn’t live here and had just gotten to town Tuesday.”
“Not a good way to start a trip. If I were her, I might not want to visit LA again,” he said with a wry chuckle and stood up.
“True that.”
“If you’re not busy, you can come over for dinner. Siobhan and I are planning to grill some salmon.”
“Thanks for the offer, but I told Faith I would stop by to check on her.”
“Who’s Faith?”
“The woman from the accident.” And the one who’d kept him up all night thinking about her.
A slow smile spread across Justin’s lips. “Well now.”
Brandon shook his head. “It’s nothing like that. She doesn’t know anyone in town and I’m just being neighborly. If it were Siobhan or Morgan, I’d want someone to do the same for them if they happened to be hurt and alone.”
Justin nodded. “I hear you. I’d want the same for Yvonne and Jocelyn.”
Brandon knew Justin would understand since he had two younger sisters.
“I’ll see you later.”
After Justin exited, he turned his attention back to work, but Faith was never far from his thoughts. True, he was being friendly, but something about her intrigued him. He hadn’t been able to get her beautiful face out of his mind since leaving her last night.
Brandon managed to finish going through and signing all the documents his assistant had left by late afternoon. For the second day in a row, he was packed up and ready to leave at closing time. Most evenings, he didn’t leave until seven or eight, not late enough for his father to fuss, but still late. Nolan Gray believed in working hard, but he also tried to teach his five children that there was more to life than work and sometimes had to force Brandon and Siobhan out of the office at a decent hour. Brandon worked hard, but he did make time to play on occasion. Although lately, he’d been more focused on work.
By leaving at five thirty, Brandon ended up right in the middle of rush-hour traffic. It took him more than an hour to get to the hospital, a drive that would have normally been twenty minutes. He parked in the lot and entered the lobby. Passing the gift shop, he saw several floral bouquets lining the window. On an impulse, he ducked inside and bought one, surprising himself. He usually steered clear of those types of sentiments because he didn’t want women to read anything into the gesture.
He took the elevator to her floor and poked his head in the door. Seeing that Faith was awake, he walked fully into the room. “Hi. These are for you.” He placed them on the small table.
Faith’s eyes lit up. “Hi, and thank you. They’re beautiful.”
The smile she gave Brandon warmed him all over and made him glad that he had purchased them. “How are you feeling today?”
“My face still stings from all the cuts and being hit by the airbag, my shoulder hurts like crazy and my body is sore. But, it could’ve been worse so I’m grateful.”
His gaze roamed over her face. He hadn’t imagined her beauty. Even with the small abrasions, her ebony skin looked soft to the touch and he stifled the urge to stroke a finger down her cheek to find out. “Has the doctor said how long they’re keeping you?”
“She said I can go home tomorrow afternoon sometime.”
“You said you got into town on Tuesday. Where are you staying?”
“I booked a room at one of those extended stay hotels near the airport.”
“So that means you’ll be here for a little while.” He didn’t know why the prospect of her being around longer made him happy.
“Yes. I have some business to take care of and I don’t know how long it will take.”
“By the looks of your car, you’ll have to get another one.”
“It’s a rental, and that’s one more thing to add to my growing list. Weird things happen, I’m learning, so I plan to take it one step at a time.”
“How are you getting home tomorrow?”
Faith shrugged. “Probably take a cab.”
“I’ll pick you up,” Brandon said without thought. He’d never taken off work for a woman. Ever. But the moment the words left his mouth, they felt right.
“You don’t have to do that, Brandon. You’ve been very nice and I appreciate everything you’ve done, but I don’t want to impose on you.”
“It’s no trouble, Faith. You’re still healing and in a new city. You shouldn’t have to worry about trying to figure out transportation, as well.”
“I don’t want to disrupt your family time.”
“My family gets together about once a month at my parents’ house...on a Sunday. I don’t have any other commitments. To anyone.” Brandon held her gaze, wanting her to understand exactly what he meant. True, he wanted to make sure she got settled safely, but he also wanted to see her again and learn more about her. Aside from her beauty, he was drawn to her smile and positive attitude despite her current circumstances. He probably would have been as grouchy as a bear if their places were switched.
“Oh.”
He smiled. “I’ll be here around one in case they let you out earlier. Do you have a number where I can call you?”
“I have my cell.”
Brandon pulled out his phone and inputted the numbers she recited. “Let me give you mine in case you need something before I get here.” She opened her phone to the contacts, he added his name and number and handed it back. Their hands brushed and he felt the same spark he had the night before, which made him all the more curious. Sure he dated when it suited him but Brandon couldn’t explain this attraction. It was...different.
Faith lifted a brow. “Are you sure you can take off work? I don’t want to cause you problems with your job.”
He opened his mouth to tell her that technically he was the boss, but changed his mind. Not that he’d put Faith in the same category, but since he had been appointed director of the safety division three years ago, women tended to be more attracted to the money they thought he made than him. His last long-term relationship ended when his girlfriend became angry because Brandon refused to give her two brothers jobs in management with a hefty salary, despite the fact that neither man had a college degree or had ever worked in a company such as theirs. After that, he kept his job and title to himself. “It won’t be a problem. I have enough leave time accumulated to give every employee a week off.” That much was true. He rarely to
ok days off, and his father forced him to take at least one week off for vacation yearly.
She laughed. “Must be nice.”
The warm sound of her laugh elicited a strange stirring in his gut. “It is.”
The nurse came in with Faith’s dinner, placed it on the tray and positioned it in front of her. When Faith said she didn’t need anything else, the woman departed with a smile.
Faith lifted the dome and wrinkled her nose. “Ugh. I’ll be glad to get out of here and get some real food.”
Brandon laughed. “When you’re better, maybe we can go out for dinner or something so you can get that real food. That is if it doesn’t interfere with your business.”
She gave him a shy smile. “I’d like that.”
He wanted to stay and talk to her, but knew she needed to rest. “You should eat your dinner before it gets cold.”
“Gee, thanks,” she said with a chuckle, glancing at the tray. “That dinner can’t come soon enough.”
Looking down at the plate filled with shriveled green beans, dry mashed potatoes and some kind of meat smothered in brown gravy, he agreed. “Yeah.”
“You’re welcome to join me.”
“I would, but I had a late lunch.” In reality, he’d barely stopped for lunch and was starving. But not enough to voluntarily eat hospital food.
“Coward.”
“You’ve got that right.”
Faith winced.
“Pain coming back?”
She closed her eyes for a moment. “Yep.”
“I didn’t mean to stay so long,” Brandon said with concern.
“You didn’t. You helped me forget about the pain for a few minutes,” she added softly.
Their eyes held for a lengthy moment. “Do you want me to get the nurse?”
“I have the call button right here.” She pressed it and moments later a nurse entered.
“What can I get for you?” the nurse asked.
“The pain is back with a vengeance,” Faith said.
“On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate it?”
“Nine and a half.”
Brandon stood off to the side while the nurse checked to see when Faith had medication last. She retrieved the pills from a locked cabinet, placed them in a small cup and handed them to Faith, along with some water.
“Thank you.”
The nurse took the cup, tossed it into the trash and departed.
“That’s my cue,” Brandon said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” Unable to resist, he reached for her hand, wanting to touch her again, and placed a soft kiss on the back. Her gaze flew to his. Had she felt the same current flowing as he did?
She eased her hand back. “Good night, Brandon, and thanks for stopping by.”
“Good night.” Brandon told himself he wasn’t in the market for a relationship and he needed to put a tight rein on whatever was happening between them, regardless of their mutual attraction. Besides, Faith didn’t live in LA and long-distance relationships had never been on his list. However, he had agreed to take her to dinner, but that was it. One dinner. Nothing else.
Chapter 3
“Got a minute, Dad?” Brandon said, entering his father’s office Friday.
“Of course.” As usual, his shirtsleeves were still down and his tie tightened. The man seemed to never break a sweat.
He glanced around the space that would be his, hopefully soon, and took the chair on the other side of the large mahogany desk. “You mind if I take off for the rest of the day?”
His father checked his watch and lifted a brow. “You coming down with something?”
“No,” he answered with a chuckle.
“It’s noon, Brandon. I can’t remember one time that you’ve left this early. Actually, I don’t think you ever have. Most times I have to threaten to have security remove you.”
“That’s cold, Dad. Anyway, I promised to help a friend.”
His dad smiled. “Go ahead. You need to take some time off anyhow. And you know you don’t really have to ask, son.”
“Thanks. What’s going on with that problem?”
His smile faded and he turned slightly to stare out of the large window that took up almost an entire wall. “There’s no change. We need to give it another two or three weeks before deciding anything.”
“You always said that I’m pretty good at negotiating, so like I said before, I’d be happy to help speed things up.”
Facing, Brandon, he said, “Not all things can be done that way, Brandon. Just be patient and enjoy your afternoon off.”
Sighing inwardly, Brandon nodded. “See you on Monday.” Patience had never been his strong suit and, at thirty-three, he didn’t think he’d ever develop the virtue. He stopped at home first to change into shorts and T-shirt, still bothered by his father’s words. His father had assured him that nothing would change pertaining to Brandon assuming the role of CEO. But Brandon couldn’t rid himself of the nagging feeling that whatever was going on would impact him. And in a big way. However, by the time he made it to the hospital, his thoughts had shifted to Faith. He had enjoyed talking with her last night and was uncharacteristically excited to see her. Shaking it off, he tried to tell himself he was just being friendly. Yet, there wasn’t anything friendly about the sensations that spread through him when she greeted him with her amazing smile. Brandon did his best to ignore them.
“Hi, Brandon.”
“Hello, yourself. I see you’re all ready.” She had on the same pants she wore the day of the accident and one of the short hospital gowns. He assumed her top had been ruined in the accident.
Faith frowned. “More than ready to get out of these clothes, take a real shower and do something with this hair.”
He smiled inwardly at Faith’s attempt to smooth down the straight, shoulder-length strands as best she could.
“I’ve already signed the discharge papers, but I need to stop at a pharmacy to fill the prescription.”
“I’m sure we can find one on the way to the hotel. Is there anywhere else you need to stop?”
She sighed. “Yes. I didn’t get a chance to go grocery shopping, so if we can find a store, too, I’d appreciate it.”
“Sure.”
A nurse came in with a wheelchair and asked Brandon to meet them at the entrance.
He took her bag and the flowers, retrieved his car and pulled into the circle driveway in front of the door. He had the door open and waiting when Faith appeared. Seeing the difficulty she had getting in, Brandon was glad he’d decided to drive his car rather than his truck. She would not have been able to climb into the cab with her injured shoulder.
Brandon reached in and carefully fastened her seat belt. “Is that too tight?” She lifted her head and their faces were mere inches apart. The air between them shifted.
“No. It’s...it’s fine.”
His gaze dropped to her gorgeous mouth. Would her lips be as soft as they looked? Her eyes widened and he heard her sharp intake of breath. What am I doing? He straightened, closed the door and went around to the driver’s side.
“Um, so where are we going first?” Faith asked as he exited the lot.
“I thought we’d drop off your prescription. It may take a while to fill. We can go to the store to pick up whatever you need while we wait.” Since her hotel was near the airport, he figured he’d find a pharmacy and grocery store somewhere along Century Boulevard.
“Can we stop at the hotel before going shopping? I really need a shower.” She gave him the name and street of the hotel.
“No problem.” As he drove, Brandon stole glances at Faith. He could tell she was still in pain so he didn’t offer any conversation. She sat with her head against the seat, eyes closed, and he noticed that she grimaced every now and aga
in. When they reached the drugstore, the pharmacist told them the prescription would be ready in an hour, which gave them plenty of time to finish the other errands. He drove to the hotel and parked as close as he could to her unit.
Faith groaned when they arrived. “I forgot about the stairs.” Her room was on the second floor and the elevator in this particular section of the complex was out of order.
“Just take your time and I’ll carry everything up.” Once inside, Brandon debated whether to wait in the car or the room. He didn’t want either of them to be uncomfortable. But his protective side won out. “If it’s okay with you, I’ll wait here in the living room in case you need help.”
She stared at him for a long moment, and then said softly, “Thank you.”
A few minutes later, he heard water running and tried his best not to think about Faith naked with the water streaming down her body. He’d gotten the first glimpse of her shapely bottom in those clingy knit pants when she walked up the stairs in front of him, reminding him just how long it had been since his last sexual encounter. He scrubbed a hand down his face. First he was thinking about kissing her and now imagining how it would feel to run his hands over her body. “Get it together,” he muttered.
Putting sensual thoughts of Faith out of his mind, Brandon fished out his cell and checked his work emails. He opened one from the marketing department providing him with an update on how the bath rails were doing. After the lawsuit last year where a couple claimed one of the rails had broken and resulted in injury to the man’s elderly wife, the numbers had gone down. Morgan had taken the lead on the case and proved their company hadn’t been at fault, and now things were finally starting to turn around.
“I’m ready, Brandon.”
Brandon’s head popped up at the sound of Faith’s voice and he came to his feet swiftly. She had on another pair of knit pants and a loose top that buttoned down the front. She’d brushed her hair back and secured it with a headband. Her face wasn’t as swollen and the cuts appeared to be healing. “Feel better?”
“Much,” Faith answered with a smile. “Although, it took some serious maneuvering to shower and get dressed.”
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