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Loving Jack(15)

By:Cat Miller


Jack didn't slow down as he approached her; instead he swept Grace up  into his arms and hugged her to his chest. Grace wrapped her arms around  his neck and held on tight. Her feet dangled as Jack swayed a bit with  her in his arms. She giggled, delighted by the warm reception and her  heart became buoyant in her chest.

"I've missed you so fucking much, Gracie," he said into her hair.

"I've missed you, too, so much," she admitted.

"Chrissake, you're so damn beautiful, even more perfect than I  remembered." Grace warmed under the praise of the one man she would ever  really want to hear such words from and believe them. And hadn't she  just been thinking the same of him?

Someone cleared their throat from behind Jack and he stiffened. Slowly  he lowered her to the ground and stepped back a pace. Grace blinked up  into his hazel eyes in confusion. Jack had gone from the man she  remembered and missed so desperately, to a near stranger in a moment. He  blushed and much of the warmth bled from his expression. Jack stepped  aside to reveal the person standing behind him. She was a stunning woman  who reminded Grace of a 1950s pin-up model in her navy blue polka dot  dress and red heels. Her shapely figure reminded Grace of an old glass  Coke bottle with all those dangerous curves. Her curly, coffee colored  hair was swept up in a twist that was secured with two decorative  sticks. Her dark eyes, which also reminded Grace of the deep brown shade  of coffee without cream, glowed with amusement. Her deep red painted  lips smiled indulgently at Grace and Jack. She was stunning! Was this  woman Jack's girlfriend, or worse, his wife?

Jack gestured toward Miss America 1950 and said, "Grace, I'd like to  introduce you to Rachel Riggs, my business partner." He gestured toward  Grace, "Rachel, this is Grace Yates, one of my dearest friends from  college."

Grace was still absorbing her demotion from girlfriend to friend when  she shook Miss America's hand. It seemed that Jack didn't want Rachel to  know they had been more than friends. It was looking like Rachel really  was more than just his partner. Grace wanted to hate her.         

     



 

Some pleasantries were exchanged before they moved into the pub and Jack  requested a table for three. They followed the hostess across the  hardwood floor, past the square bar in the center of the pub and up  three steps to the tables along the windows. Rachel looked around the  pub with interest, admiring the floor to ceiling woodwork and the union  Jack flag hanging over the rear entry.

Jack seated Rachel near the window before seating Grace on the opposite  side of the table. Jack took the chair next to Rachel. The waiter took  their drink order and hurried away. Rachel was inspecting the menu. Jack  was peaking up at Grace from behind his menu. Grace felt like she might  be sick, so she didn't bother opening her menu. She was such an idiot.  When Jack called she'd assumed it would be just the two of them. It had  never been, "just the two of them," why would that change now?

"Thank you for taking the time to meet with us on such short notice, Ms.  Yates," said Rachel after she placed her order of fish and chips.

"Please, call me Grace," Grace instructed Rachel. There was no need to be so formal with Jack's old "friend".

Jack ordered a burger. Grace decided she wasn't hungry. "We just flew in  yesterday and have to get back to the office in the morning. I'm sorry  we couldn't schedule a meeting during normal business hours. Then again,  this discussion wouldn't really be appropriate for your office." Rachel  smiled a perfectly straight white-toothed smile at Grace.

What? Why would Grace want to meet them at work? Jack nudged Rachel's arm with his elbow and she looked at him sharply.

"What?" Rachel asked. Jack ignored her.

"I asked you to meet us today to make a business proposal." Jack reached  across the table as if to take Grace's hand but he yanked it back  before he touched her and put his hands in his lap.

Grace frowned. This was a business proposal. They must need her firm's  services. Jack wanted to be a client. He hadn't called to catch up with  her personally or to make an attempt at reconnecting. God! She was such  an idiot! She really hoped the disappointment swelling in her gut wasn't  plain on her face.

"Artifex, that's our company, has grown by leaps and bounds in the last  couple of years. We're in a hurry to get back to Seattle because we just  acquired a new building and we're moving this week. We do web  development of all kinds from small business owners to mega  corporations. We recently developed a product that allows people to  design their website with easy templates and lots of choices to make the  site individually unique to the client. We certainly aren't the first  in the market, but the non-commercial and small business side of the  company has exploded," he explained with a grin. Jack was clearly proud  of the company he'd built with Rachel.

Rachel looked annoyed with her partner. She'd just realized that Grace  hadn't been informed of the reason for their visit. "Jack and I both do  development and graphic work, but I've become more absorbed by the  day-to-day running of the business in the office. I deal with our  rapidly growing staff and the new web-building site. Jack focuses on our  commercial customers."

"Congratulations on your success," Grace tried to smile. "I don't really  see how I could be of service unless you're interested in hiring my  firm to manage your portfolio. Unfortunately, I don't have a creative or  techy bone in my body."

"That's that not what we need from you, Grace." Jack leaned back so the  waiter could deliver their food before he continued. "What Artifex needs  is a financial mind. Rachel and I have done okay up to this point, but  the business has grown past our ability to maintain the design and  financial aspects on our own. Neither of us enjoys the money managing  end of things. We're just not numbers people."

"What we need is a CFO," Rachel put in. "We need a partner in the  business to deal solely with all of those very important money matters,"  Rachel gestured between herself and Jack, "so we can focus on the  creative end of things and bringing in new business."

"That's where you come in." Jack smiled broadly at her. Grace's stomach  flipped. That smile had the power to destroy her. "We'd like you to come  out to Seattle and spend some time at Artifex. Check out our operation.  Have a look at our books. Talk to our employees."

"Basically we want you to come out and see if you think Artifex could  become your new home. Spend some time in Seattle to see if it's a place  that could grow on you." Rachel now beamed as broadly as Jack.         

     



 

"Come be our bean counter, Grace," Jack pleaded. Rachel swatted his arm.

Grace couldn't help laughing at the reference to their past and the way  Jack had described people like her. Grace shook her head and rested her  face in her hands. She'd just been offered a junior executive position  in New York. Now she had the offer of full partner for an upstart  company on the other side of the country, Jack's side of the country,  and Jack's company.

"I need time to think about this. I was just offered a junior executive  position with my firm. That's pretty amazing at my age and I have to  weigh my options carefully," Grace explained. Jack frowned.

Rachel smile widened. "You weren't kidding when you said she was the  best, Jack." She slapped him on the back. Jack continued to watch Grace  with a grimace on his succulent mouth.

"It will be hard to weigh those options accurately if you don't at least  come have a look at Artifex. We're offering you a full partnership and  very competitive salary. It's worth your time, Grace." Jack had put on  his game face. Did he think she wouldn't have any better options  available to her? Grace hadn't been a workhorse in school and at work  for nothing. She'd already paid some serious dues in her industry. It  was going to take more than a vacation to the west coast to sell her on  the move.

"I'll email you the details of our offer as soon as we're done here,  Grace." Rachel was definitely the more business minded of the two. She  knew Grace would need to see the numbers and do a detailed analysis of  the company.

Grace rose from her chair and gathered her purse. She promised to  contact them when she'd made a decision one way or the other. They would  need to move on with the search for a CFO if she wasn't interested in  uprooting her life in New York. Jack gave her his card and she tucked it  into her wallet. She needed time to think. If she sat there any longer  Jack might convince her to leave Stein and Watson using nothing more  than his smile and those ever changing hazel eyes. He wanted to follow  her outside but Rachel wisely grabbed his elbow to stop him when she  walked away. He wanted to do what Jack did best and steamroll Grace into  his way of thinking. Well, she wouldn't let him do it.