As he stared at her, it occurred to him why Kiley seemed familiar to him. Although it had been too dark to tell what she looked like that night, he could see the resemblance between her and her sister now. Kiley had the same extraordinary brown eyes and flawless alabaster skin that Lori had. But that seemed to be where the similarities between the two women ended. While Lori was considerably taller and had auburn hair, Kiley was shorter and had dark blond hair that looked so silky it practically begged a man to tangle his fingers in it as he made love to her. When his lower body began to tighten, he swallowed hard and tried to think of something—anything—to get his mind back on track.
“Your last name is different,” he stated the obvious.
She straightened her shoulders and took a deep breath. “I was married briefly.”
“But not anymore?” he couldn’t stop himself from asking.
“No.”
He swallowed hard as a thought suddenly occurred to him. “You weren’t married—”
“No. Not then.”
Relieved that he hadn’t crossed that particular line, Josh released the breath he hadn’t been aware of holding. “That’s good.”
“Look, I’m not any happier than you are about having to work with you on the day care center’s funding,” she said, her cheeks coloring a pretty pink. “But this isn’t the time or the place to get into what happened that night. I think it would be for the best if we forgot the incident ever happened and concentrate on my request for the day care center and the committee’s decision not to give me the extra money I need to keep it running.”
He knew she was right. A day care center full of little kids certainly wasn’t the place to talk over his mistakenly making love to her. And she had a valid point about forgetting that night. It would definitely be the prudent thing to do. But some perverse part of him resented her wanting to dismiss what had arguably been the most exciting night of his life. He’d never been with a woman, either before or since, as responsive and passionate as Kiley had been.
“I agree,” he finally said. “We can take a trip down memory lane another time.” He could tell his choice of words and the fact that he thought they should revisit the past wasn’t what she wanted to hear.
She folded her arms beneath her breasts, causing his mouth to go dry. “Mr. Gordon—”
“I prefer you call me Josh,” he reminded her.
“Josh, I think you’d better—”
“I have good news and bad news,” he said, thinking quickly. If her body language was any indication, she was about two seconds away from throwing him out of her office.
Whether it was due to the lingering guilt he still harbored over his part in the incident or the distrust he detected in her big brown eyes, he wasn’t sure. But he suddenly felt the need to prove to her that she had the wrong opinion of him.
“I’m going to give you a month’s worth of the funding you requested in order for you to convince me that the day care center is worthwhile and a needed addition to the services the club provides to the TCC membership,” he stated, before she could interrupt.
She frowned. “That isn’t what the committee decided, is it?”
“Not exactly,” he said honestly. “The committee voted four to one to deny you the extra money. But after seeing the way you were with the Bartletts’ little girl, you’ve got my attention. I’ll be checking in periodically to see for myself that the money was needed and put to good use.”
If anything, she looked even more skeptical. “What happens at the end of that time?”
“If I determine that you do need the additional funding, at our meeting just before Christmas I’ll give my personal recommendation to the committee that we add the amount you asked for to your yearly budget,” he finished.
“If my request was turned down, where is this money going to come from?” she asked, looking more suspicious by the second.
“You let me worry about that,” he said, rising to his feet. “I’ll see that the appropriate amount is added to the day care’s account as of this afternoon. It should be accessible for whatever you need by tomorrow morning.”
Before she could question him further, he opened her office door and left to go to the TCC’s main office to make arrangements for the funding to be put into the day care’s account. He was going to be taking the money out of his own pocket to subsidize the center for the next month, but it would be worth it. For one thing, he wanted to prove to her that he wasn’t the nefarious SOB she apparently thought him to be. And for another, it was the only thing he could think of that might come close to atoning for his role in what happened three years ago.