Home For The Holidays
For the third time that afternoon, Cait indignantly wiped sawdust from the top of her desk. If this remodeling mess got much worse, the particles were going to get into her computer, destroying her vital link with the New York Stock Exchange.
"We'll have to move her out," a gruff male voice said from behind her.
"I beg your pardon," Cait demanded, rising abruptly and whirling toward the doorway. She clapped the dust from her hands, preparing to do battle. So much for this being the season of peace and goodwill. All these men in hard hats strolling through the office, moving things around, was inconvenient enough. But at least she'd been able to close her door to reduce the noise. Now, it seemed, even that would be impossible.
"We're going to have to pull some electrical wires through there," the same brusque voice explained. She couldn't see the man's face, since he stood just outside her doorway, but she had an impression of broad shouldered height. "We'll have everything back to normal within a week."
"A week!" She wouldn't be able to service her customers, let alone function, without her desk and phone. And exactly where did the ... read full excerpt from: Home for the Holidays ebook
