Recently divorced, Claire Stone is off to a fresh start. A new city. A job prospect. Wearing her lucky ducks underwear. Things are going great--until a clumsy lout barrels into her, sending her to the concrete. Her world takes a tumble too when the handsome klutz who scuffed her up turns out to be her new boss.
Engaged twice. Dumped twice. Kasen Isaak has had his fill of green-eyed women, yet his father insists he hire Claire Stone -- a nail-biting claustrophobic with the greenest eyes he's ever seen.
Will green eyes, a run of bad luck, and a slew of idiosyncrasies keep them from finding the greatest luck of all?
Page Count: 141
Word Count: 37880
“Have a seat, Mrs. Stone.” Kasen Isaak’s voice was as chilly as his eyes.
Claire sat in a straight-back chair and folded her hands in her lap. Read the resume, bonehead. “It’s Miss Stone.” Should she go through the trouble of explaining that she was recently divorced and had taken back her maiden name? It took a millisecond to decide to leave well enough alone.
Kasen fumbled with a folder with her name in small, black letters. He removed the resume, glanced at it before tossing it aside, and then leaned on his elbows. “What do you know about investing, Miss Stone? How familiar are you with the markets?”
Claire swallowed hard. “Truthfully?” His pointed look had her crossing her legs. Uncrossing them. Moving from side to side in the chair. And trying not to focus on the fact she had to pee. “I know the market is volatile and investors are being cautious. My knowledge of investing, however, is limited to the experience of my 401K.” Translation: I know as much about investing as this chair does.
Kasen leaned back, furrowed his bushy eyebrows and drilled her with a harsh stare.
Wordless staring? Seriously? Claire was tempted to hum the music from Jeopardy while she waited.
He finally spoke and sarcasm clipped each word. “That hardly qualifies you to work here.”
Sheesh. Wasn’t mowing her over on the sidewalk enough? Did he have to do it with the interview too? Thank God she had Jake Stone’s DNA swimming through her veins. Claire furrowed her eyebrows to match his. “The position is for clerical work, right?”
For a second he went slack-jawed.
It was then that she noticed the small cleft in his chin…and dimples.
Dang it! Now was not the time to notice chin clefts and dimples.