"Shanna Swendson - Enchanted, Inc" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swendson Shanna)

He smiled, a real smile instead of a fake one calculated to charm, and for a second
he actually looked good, proving that I'd been right about him. A less oily
personality and a little effort made a big difference. "Great! If you'll excuse me for a
second, I can try to line up the next step."

He got up and went outside, which left me alone with Owen, and the moment the
situation turned from business to social, he got shy again and clammed up. We both
sipped our cappuccinos in silence, darting little glances at each other. I'd have to get
advice from Gemma on how to get a shy guy to relax and speak.

Rod came back inside, and I dabbed at my lips with a napkin, hoping I didn't have a
foam mustache. "Is there any way you can get away during the day on Thursday?"
he asked. "That's about the only time I can get together the people who need to meet
you."

I didn't want to risk losing this. I wasn't quite sure if I was desperate to escape from
Mimi or excited about this job, but I knew I'd do just about anything to pursue the
opportunity. "I can take a sick day," I said, then I suddenly worried that being so
willing to admit that would dim my image of small-town honesty. "I haven't taken
one yet," I hurried to explain. "And if you knew my boss, you'd know they owe me
a mental health day or two." Oops, I'd just committed another job interview sin,
complaining about my current boss. But they didn't seem to care.

"Great. We're set, then. We'll see you at ten Thursday morning." He handed me a
business card that had MSI, Inc. printed on it in Gothic lettering, along with his name
and the usual contact information. "The address is on here, but it can be a little hard
to find, so let me draw you a map." He took the card back, turned it over, and
sketched in a few streets and landmarks. "Just ask for me at the front desk," he said
as he handed the card back to me.

I tucked it carefully into my purse as we all stood to leave. Rod was the first to
shake my hand. "I'm glad you finally decided to meet with us," he said.

"I figured it was either that or you would have driven me crazy."
"You're not wrong about that," he said, and he wasn't laughing or smiling. "You
have no idea how much my bosses want me to get you on board."

Owen came around the table and shook my hand. "I look forward to having you on
the team," he said softly, meeting my eyes for the first time, and then immediately
blushing from his collar to the roots of his hair. He had the prettiest dark blue eyes,
but they didn't do him any good if he didn't let anyone see them. He and Rod made
quite a team. Rod acted like he looked like Owen, and Owen acted like he looked
like Rod. Maybe there had been a science experiment gone wrong somewhere in
their past.

"I'll see y'all on Thursday," I said, so flustered that I forgot not to talk Texan. Then,
with my head still spinning, I turned to walk up Broadway toward home, pausing to
change into my walking shoes when I was well out of sight of the coffee shop.