Zach. He needed to meet with Seamus McPherson. The feeling in her stomach turned to flutters. Seamus had returned to Southern California. Zach rarely made last-minute schedule changes, so whatever he wanted to see her former bodyguard about, it must be important. Opening her boss’ calendar, she entered the appointment he’d requested and buzzed their shared assistant, Marjorie.
“Zach had a sudden schedule change; can you reschedule his appointments for the rest of the day?”
“Sure thing.” Marjorie’s deep smoker’s voice crackled over the intercom.
Amy hadn’t seen or heard from Seamus since he’d returned to Virginia nine months earlier.
She couldn’t fathom what this meeting could be about. Unless— No. She dismissed the idea before it could take root. Seamus wouldn’t consider taking the opening as their new head of security. His job with Garrison Securities was glamorous and exciting. He had no reason to leave their employ. Besides, Zach wouldn’t poach employees from his good friend, Grayson.
Her cell buzzed, and she clicked the green button to answer Zach’s call. “What’s up, boss?”
“Did you get my message to cancel my lunch appointment and pencil in McPherson?”
“What do you think?”
“Good.” He chuckled. “I’ll need you at that meeting, Ames. Can you get us a table at Spago?”
“You’re kidding, right?”
“I know you can do it. You’re a miracle worker.”
“I’ll give it a shot. Do you have a second choice if I can’t make it happen?”
“You always get me my first choice.”
She tapped her fingernails on her desk. “Zach, seriously. Give me a second choice.”
“You pick. Addison’s pinching me, I have to go.”
Amy smiled as she pictured Zach’s wife hassling him to hang up the phone. He was a workaholic, but Addy did her best to keep him focused on what mattered most. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours.”
Getting Zach a table at Spago would be easy compared to sitting at the same table as Seamus. Hopefully, she could avoid making a fool of herself. Again. His coppery hair, olive-green eyes, brawny physique, and Scottish brogue turned her insides to mush, but he had more than good looks going for him. She’d fallen for him during their long talks when she’d gotten to see beneath his tough facade to the man underneath. She’d had a ridiculous crush on him, but he’d left. He hadn’t made her any promises, but she’d mistakenly believed their feelings were mutual and that they’d grown close over the weeks they spent together. Then one night he’d kissed her. She’d thought it was the start of a romance, but it was the last time she’d seen him.
Four hours later, Amy settled in beside Zach across from Seamus in the limousine. She tried not to meet Seamus’ eyes, for she knew the second she did, she’d melt and be useless to her boss for the remainder of the meeting.
If Seamus took a job with Fractal, she’d have to work closely with him every day, and she couldn’t even be in the same vicinity as him without flushing, so having him at work would be a monumental challenge. Zach had to know that. He wouldn’t consider a move like that before asking her.
Zach’s hand closed over her arm, and she turned to face him. “Where’d you go?” he asked.
She pulled her arm away and shook her head. “Sorry, I was lost in thought.”
“I was telling Seamus how you managed to get us a table at Spago despite the short notice.”
“It helps that you’re a frequent diner there. Your name recognition doesn’t hurt either, but I don’t think that type of thing would impress Seamus. He seems more like a hamburger joint kind of guy.”
Seamus grinned. “Aye. Right ye are.” His low bass voice rumbled through her. She glanced his way through lowered lashes. Oh, to have a man like him take an interest in her. It would be best if she could forget him. He obviously had no interest in her. If he’d been attracted to her, he would’ve stuck around when she’d practically gift-wrapped her heart and handed it to him. No. She needed to put away any fantasies she harbored and focus on getting through this lunch meeting.