Chapter 27

  Of course there would have been a list. Every woman this side of Manhattan would want to work for Jake Carrero. Work with him closely, very closely indeed.

  “You’ll soon get sick of the flights and hotels, Emma. I practically live out of a suitcase,” he sighs and once again finds something with the toe of his boot at the door to start pushing. It’s oddly juvenile.

  “I will?” The thought is a little exciting; I long to travel, long to experience things beyond New York. I’ve been waiting on it.