Page 18 of Making Home with You

“I have a job interview in Boston in a few hours.”

“Seriously?That’s amazing news.”And again I see his face light up like he’s genuinely happy for me.He takes a step toward me, and then stops, pausing momentarily as if he’s debating something and then he pulls me into his arms.He leans down and kisses me hard, but it isn’t desperate or needy.What radiates from his kiss is his excitement.

“Congratulations,” he whispers, his forehead resting against mine.He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.

“Thank you,” I murmur back.If he’s this supportive and excited about my interview, I can only imagine how he’ll be if I actually land this job.“I’m going to head to Boston in just a bit, but I wanted to stop by and tell you.”

“I’m glad you did.”

Three hours later, I’m on my way back to Rockport and while the interview went well, I have no idea how they felt about me.Every single person I interviewed with had the best poker face and I couldn’t get a read on any of them.The only problem I noticed was the man I would be working for wouldn’t stop looking at my boobs.He was in his late thirties, good-looking, but not nearly as good-looking as he thinks.A pretty boy, who, at one time or another probably played lacrosse or rugby, lived in a frat house and thought far too highly of himself.And when his eyes dragged up my legs, I felt a strange feeling form in my stomach.There was something about the way he so blatantly checked me out that made me a little uncomfortable.

Nothing I can’t handle though.Working in a bar for the last six months is great training for dealing with assholes and unwanted advances.

I grab my phone from my purse and send Finn a quick text to let him know I’m on my way back.

Me: On my way home and I’m wearing four inch red heels.Wanna fuck me in them later???

Finn: YES!And are you driving right now?

Me: Yep

Finn: STOP TEXTING ME!!!

I laugh at his shouty caps and instead of texting him back, I call him and he picks up on the first ring.

“Hi, baby,” he says and it makes my heart melt.

“Hi.”

“How’d the interview go?”

“Pretty good, I think.I couldn’t really tell what they were thinking, but I interviewed for almost two hours, so I think that’s a good sign.”

“Seems to be,” he says, sounding distracted.

“What are you doing?”

“Writing out a ticket to the same kid I caught speeding last weekend.”I can hear the annoyance in his tone and I know it’s not directed at me, but I let him go anyway.

“I’ll see you when I get back,” I say and he chuckles a bit and I know he’s smiling.

“Make sure you’re wearing those heels.”

My phone rings seconds after hanging up with Finn and I smile.He must be done with that ticket, but I still check the screen before answering.

It’s a Boston area code and I don’t recognize the number.

“Hello,” I say.

“Is this Sarah Summers?”

“It is.”

“Hi, Sarah, this is Andrew McGuire with Bolton and Fisher, you interviewed with me just a little while ago.”I recognize his voice before he even introduces himself.It’s the guy I’d be working for, the one with the roaming eyes.

“Oh, yes, hi, Mr.McGuire.”

“So, Sarah, I was very impressed with your portfolio and your interview skills.Your resume is impeccable and so are your references.”