A Sweetheart for the Single Dad

Settling business grudges was hard enough. Personal grudges, as with the Huffmans, were even tougher. And what had occurred for personal reasons now had business consequences for the Camdens.

“It’s just awful, GiGi,” Lindie went on. “Seeing firsthand how, because of us, people have lost their livelihoods. How perfectly nice homes are now run-down. How hard times are causing domestic violence and crime and families coming apart at the seams and—”

“Okay, okay, slow down, Lindie,” her grandmother interrupted. “You’re getting carried away again. I know you think you have to cure all the ills in the world but you’re supposed to be working on trying to curb some of that, remember?”

“I know. I know,” Lindie said. “But—”

“No buts.”

“But there are kids and—”

“No buts!” GiGi raised her voice. “You need to stop this! To toughen up. We’ve caused problems. We’ll do what we can about them. We’ll do whatever it takes to avoid them in the future. But that’s not what you’re supposed to be looking at now and so far that’s all you’ve talked about. We’ve finished with lunch and I still haven’t heard anything about Sawyer Huffman. The situation with him is what we need you to work on now.”

Lindie took a deep breath and exhaled, knowing her grandmother was right; that she did need to get control of her runaway compulsion to save everyone.

“It’s one thing to be sensitive,” her grandmother went on lecturing. “To care as much as you about...well, everything. We’re all proud of that in you. But you can’t take care of everything or everyone. There has to be limits and you still have to learn when and where to set them. So for right now, let’s just concentrate on Sawyer Huffman.”

Sawyer Huffman with those pale, crystal-clear blue eyes shot through with silver rays...

She might not have said much about him yet but her grandmother didn’t need to be worried that she wasn’t concentrating on him. Yes, her sense of responsibility and guilt was in overdrive again when it came to Wheatley, but not even that had kept her from thinking far, far, far too much about Sawyer Huffman.

Although she had to admit that her thoughts were less on the situation than on the man himself. The image of that sculpted face...that dented chin. The way his lips quirked just so when he smiled. Those broad shoulders and big, big hands and arms he liked to cross over that impressive chest...

Even the deep, whiskey tone of his voice had gotten to her so much she’d been having trouble not thinking about him. And she’d tried. Boy, had she tried!

She just hadn’t succeeded.

“He’s pretty unwavering about us and not taking us on as clients,” Lindie told her grandmother, using business to defuse some of those rampant thoughts about Sawyer Huffman. “He’s nice enough about it. He’s not hostile and so far I haven’t seen signs that he bears too much of a grudge for what went on with his father. He mentioned that it was an influence on him but he hasn’t said more than that.”

“Yet.”

“Right. Yet. But up to now all I’ve seen is that he’s very matter-of-fact about how much he likes the role he’s carved out for himself as our enemy. It’s a role he thinks needs to be filled on behalf of places like Wheatley and its residents, and I’m not sure how—or if—I can get him to change anything. He doesn’t even seem to care about the money he could make from us. I don’t think it even tempts him, so I’m not quite sure what will.”

“These things always look impossible at the start,” GiGi insisted. “Especially this one because Samuel Huffman and Huffman Construction rebounded so well after what your uncle Howard did that I couldn’t find any way that we could make anything up to him directly. That’s why you have to really get to know his son. That will help you find a way in. Then you’ll be able to figure out what we can do in the form of restitution for what happened in the past and, hopefully, get us on the path to better relations for the future. This project is tailor-made for you, Lindie. You like to fix everyone’s problems and I think this is a good avenue for that. You just can’t let yourself be pulled in other directions. Put the problems of Wheatley, its economy and the people in it on hold for the time being and just find a way to fix things with Sawyer Huffman first. Tunnel vision—you have got to develop some!”

Lindie nodded, understanding what her grandmother was saying. Agreeing with it. She just wasn’t altogether sure she was capable of ignoring so many other problems to deal only with the task she’d been given.

But there was a lot riding on this particular mission beyond making amends. Huffman Consulting turned every proposed new store into a political hotbed to keep it from happening. The situation needed to be neutralized somehow and it was her job to do that.

“I’m volunteering this afternoon at the Wheatley Community Center so I can see him again,” she said, wondering after the words were out why that didn’t sound as businesslike as it should.

“Okay, but remember that he’s your goal. Don’t get sucked into other things,” GiGi warned, apparently not hearing what Lindie had heard in her own words.

“I won’t,” she promised as her grandmother stood to leave.

“Keep me posted,” the elderly woman said by way of a goodbye.

“I will,” Lindie assured her.

Once she was alone in her office she chastised herself for what she’d said.

Technically it was true that she was volunteering at the center to see Sawyer again. But it wasn’t as if seeing him again was for pleasure.

And yet...

Okay, she was looking forward to seeing him again, she admitted to herself. She didn’t want to be, but she couldn’t help it.

The guy was great-looking. He was intelligent. Interesting. He had a sense of humor.

And she was only human. If she’d met him at a party she would have hoped he’d ask for her number or ask her out.

But even if they’d met under those circumstances, even if there wasn’t history between their families to start things off on the wrong foot, even if he wasn’t her business foe, he still wasn’t someone she would be looking at as a potential partner, she reminded herself.

At thirty she knew it would be naive and unrealistic to expect to meet eligible men who didn’t have any romantic problems in their past at all. Sure, she’d never been married, didn’t have any kids, and it would be nice to find someone in that same situation. Someone who’d had just a couple of serious relationships in their past to teach them a thing or two and leave them with valuable experience that wasn’t baggage they’d never be able to leave behind.

So given that that requirement might narrow the field a little too much, she was okay with a past that included a divorce. She even tried to look on the bright side by acknowledging that while a divorce was a bigger deal than a long-term romance gone bad, she could still consider it evidence that the man could make a serious commitment, that he could get all the way to the altar.

What she didn’t want was a man who had a child.

She loved kids. She wanted kids. But she really wanted her kids to be the only kids her husband had. She really didn’t want someone who was pulled in two directions—toward the family he had with her and the family he’d started with someone else.

At thirty she knew that also narrowed the field, but that was a narrowing she was willing to accept to have a man without lifelong complications from his past.

And Sawyer Huffman had a child.

To her that put an immediate kibosh on the slightest idea of anything romantic between them, even if there weren’t the obstacles of family history and business.

It was just that the man also had a lot to offer at a glance...

Those looks.

That confident, brash, strong personality tempered with humor and what appeared to be an even temper.

That sexiness that just seemed to be natural to him without him putting any effort into it.

And that whole fighting-for-the-underdog determination that really hit home for her.

That was a whole lot that was impossible to ignore and, yes, it did make her want to see him again.

But if she controlled anything, she vowed, it was going to be what she would only admit reluctantly might be an attraction to him.

Because there just wasn’t anywhere for that to go. There just wasn’t anywhere she wanted it to go. Anywhere she would let it go.

As far as she was concerned, Sawyer Huffman already had three strikes against him.

The bad history between their families, their professional conflicts and a child.

And that counted him out as a relationship prospect regardless of his appeal.