Decker (Torey Hope: The Later Years #1) (3 page)

The guys had spent two nights at their parents’ or grandparents’ homes and then the whole family helped them get moved into their new house. Zoey and Aly claimed one spare room as their own; Asher, like any hormonal teenager trying to be tough and cool, had tried his best to hide his grin when he was offered the use of the other spare bedroom anytime he wanted to stay over, as long as Kyle and Josie were okay with it.

After four nights of fabulous dinners between four separate homes, the guys had headed to their house on Sunday night to hit the sack early in preparation for their first big day at The Center+.

“Rise and shine, jackass!” Kendrick laughed and snapped a photo of Zach with massive bedhead and a drool pool. “Oh, look at how pretty you are.”

“Shut the hell up, man. Damn, can’t a guy wake up peacefully around here?” Zach, the ever good-natured one of the crew, wasn’t a morning person.

“Come on, we need to get a workout done and get to The Center+. I’ll make you some coffee, pansy. Get your ass out of bed.” Kendrick yanked the blankets off the bed and laughed at the obscenities Zach let fly. It was so easy to piss Zach off in the mornings.

With a cup of piping hot coffee in his hand, nothing but boxers on, and sexy messed up hair, Kendrick was model perfect leaning against the kitchen counter. Knowing he’d already pissed one cousin off, he decided to try for two more when Decker and Sawyer stumbled into the kitchen. Of the four men, Kendrick was the most broody and dark, but in the mornings he was like a little bluebird of happiness compared to his three cousins who were pissed off toddlers until they got coffee and a shot of adrenaline from a good workout.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t BDSM. Good morning, boys.” Kendrick smirked at the grumpy looks from the twins. BDSM was something Kendrick had started in college their freshman year. He’d been dating, no, dating was the wrong word, he’d been sleeping with a girl who had quite the kinky side. He’d heard of BDSM but this girl had creeped him out with all the whips and chains. Kendrick controlled everything in the bedroom, but he didn’t need whips and chains and collars to do it. One day, shortly after letting the girl know it was over, he’d been doodling BDSM on a piece of paper while he waited for his cousins between classes. “
B
rothers
D
ecker &
S
awyer
M
organ” had popped into his head; BDSM, a new nickname he knew would piss them off.

“Grow up, jackass.” Sawyer growled as he stalked to the coffee pot.

“What’s wrong, Sawyer? Do you need to get kinky? Maybe a good solid lay would turn that frown upside down.” Kendrick enjoyed his time of merriment, knowing that once the other three got some caffeine, he’d be back to being the moody one.

“That nickname is so childish, Kendrick. You better hope none of the moms or grandmas ever hears that and asks for an explanation. You want to explain BDSM to the grandmas? Maybe tell all our moms what that girl wanted you to do to her with those whips and chains?” Decker nodded smugly, satisfied when he’d seen Kendrick’s face pale a bit at the thought of sharing any of the nickname joke with the older females in the family.

They headed to The Center+ with plans of getting a good solid hour and a half to work out before showering and preparing for their first day. Ninety minutes later, after they had run two miles and done a good hour of strength training, they took quick showers and dressed for their day. Zach was in dressy casual as he had meetings with potential advertisers and funding partners; he had a clean set of workout clothes for when he helped Zoey with a kickboxing class. Kendrick was in a pair of basketball shorts and simple t-shirt as he planned on working with some of the teams right off; a quick change of clothes was in his locker in case he got the chance to meet up with any of the local coaches as time allowed. Sawyer, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, was headed to the art supply store with Josie and Kyle so that they could get the basic supplies updated and get a good start on some supplies for the new art courses; later he would meet up with Luke Hamilton who had expressed interest in teaching some martial arts classes. Decker, perfectly at home in his dark gray suit and tie, looked ever the business professional. While the other men set off for their individual plans and responsibilities, Decker headed straight to his office. His fingers itched to riffle through the resumes and start making phone calls; he was ready to get an assistant manager on board.

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Four hours later, Decker pinched the bridge of his nose feeling an annoyed headache coming on. A couple of the resumes had looked promising, but those applicants had already taken positions elsewhere. The other phone conversations he’d had as a first round of interviews in hopes of weeding out those who were not a good match had been abysmal. Decker had planned on getting three or four solid applicants lined up that day and start the more intense interview process through the rest of the week; he wanted an assistant manager to start the following week. Decker did not handle it well when his plans didn’t go as expected.

“Hey, boss man, how’s it going?” It made Decker smile when his Uncle Nicky called him “boss man;” in Nicky’s mind, even though Decker was his younger nephew, he was still his boss.

“Well, Uncle Nicky, it’s actually not going as well as I had hoped.” At Nicky’s look of concern, Decker motioned him to have a seat.

“What’s wrong? Do you not want to work at The Center+? Do you need to fire someone?” Nicky’s genuine questions brought a little peace to Decker, and he felt his shoulders relax from the tension of the last four hours.

“No, nothing like that. I just need to get an assistant manager hired and the people who want the job just don’t have the right qualifications; I need someone I can speak to easily, someone who has the same vision as me, someone I can trust. The people I’ve been talking to today just don’t fit the bill.” Decker sighed heavily; but talking about the problem had helped him put it into perspective a bit.

“Well, boss man, I know you’ll get it figured out. Ever since you were a little boy you were always able to solve tough problems; you have a lot of drive and determination. Keep looking; you never know, the next one may be the absolute perfect person. I’ll let you make your phone calls.” Nicky stood to leave the office but stopped and turned back around. “Decker? I want you all to know just how happy we are that you’re all back home; it just didn’t seem like Torey Hope without you all here. We love you.” Nicky and Decker smiled at each other, and Decker took a deep breath before picking up the phone to call the next applicant.

“Hello, this is Decker Morgan at The Center+. I’m calling for Ms. Katherine Turner in regards to her recent resume and job application.” Decker held the phone away from his ear as he heard an earsplitting blare coming through the line.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry! Hold on please Mr. Morgan! This is Katherine Turner….hang on just a second! Where’s the damn broom?!” A cacophony came through the phone and Decker was tempted to hang up; if this was the way Ms. Turner conducted herself on the phone she was obviously not the one for the job.

“Shut up, damn it! Just shut up!” Her words were barely distinguishable over the shrill alarm-like noise. “There! I’m so sorry, Mr. Morgan. Mr. Morgan? Sir? Are you there? Please accept my apologies. I was helping my grandma bake cookies. I didn’t realize that Grandma had accidentally turned the oven up to 500 and the timer to thirty-one minutes rather than thirteen minutes. Needless to say, our little cookies are now burnt offerings. On the bright side, we know her smoke detectors work.” Katherine Turner spoke in an airy, breathless way that had Decker picturing her in a smoky kitchen, hair askew, with a broomstick to turn off the offending smoke detector.

“Well, Ms. Turner, you’re the first applicant I’ve called who has provided so much entertainment in such a short amount of time. I trust that there’s no danger to you or your grandmother?” Decker really couldn’t explain why he felt the need to continue with this phone interview; the girl obviously wasn’t management material, but he wanted to hear her answers to his questions because she had him feeling something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Intrigued.

Forty-five minutes later, Decker hung up from the most enjoyable phone interview he’d ever conducted. Katherine Turner was not the typical uptight management applicant that he’d been speaking to; this woman was genuine, whip-smart, well-spoken, and on the same path as him. It amazed him just how much they had in common both personally and professionally. Before ending the call with her, Decker had done something he’d never planned on doing; he offered her the job over the phone, sight unseen, no further interview. She had accepted, and he was pumped to meet her in person the next day and get the paperwork filled out so that she could get to work right away.

Looking at the clock, he realized that it was late enough he could call it a day. There was really nothing else he needed to do right then. He texted his brother to see if Sawyer wanted to play some basketball before they headed home. As it turned out, Sawyer’s meeting with the potential martial arts instructor had run over so he wasn’t available; Zach, Kendrick, and Decker played a little game before their dads and uncle showed up. Nate Morgan, Jeremiah Jordan, and Kyle Martin had been playing ball together for years and gave the younger men a run for their money. In the end, all six men were sweaty but laughing. Decker paused as he left The Center+ on his way home. Yeah, it was good to be back.

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“Unknown caller” flashed on his phone screen as he worked on some paperwork for Katherine Turner. Absentmindedly he picked up the phone, “Decker Morgan.”

“Hello, Mr. Morgan. I’m really sorry to call you at home in the evening, but you gave me your number and said I could call if I had any questions. I have to apologize, I think the whole cookie burning had me flustered today; I don’t normally accept a job sight-unseen and without meeting my boss in person. I still plan on coming in tomorrow, but I was hoping to discuss the position with you a little more now that the smoke has cleared from both my head and my grandma’s kitchen. That is, if you have a moment to speak to me.” He admired her straightforwardness and knew she was just as knocked off-kilter as he was after their whirlwind phone interview earlier that day.

“I have time, Ms. Turner. Please, ask anything you’d like.” Decker waved to Sawyer as his brother popped his head in the office to say hello. Plopping down on the couch, Decker stretched his 6’2” frame out and got comfortable.

“Well, I’ve been doing some research on The Center+, but I’d like to hear your description of it. Please.” Katherine had a smile in her voice as she added the
please
to her request.

“The Center+ has been a part of my family’s life since long before I was born. My Uncle Nicky attended school there and my Grandma Cindy worked there as an administrative assistant for several years. Uncle Nicky had finished schooling, but he attended several recreational programs even after high school and he met the new librarian, Libby Decker who later married my dad. Not long after, my Uncle Nicky met my Aunt Carly while they were both working there. When my brother and cousins and I were younger, we spent almost every spare second at The Center+, although it was just The Center in those days. We enjoyed all of the programs available and took full advantage of the recreational sports. We used to always talk about growing up, going to college, and coming back to Torey Hope to expand the programs; make The Center+ bigger and better than ever. That brings us to today; we are adding two new wings, several new programs, revamping and improving the sports program, and enlarging the arts program by leaps and bounds. My family owns The Center+ now, so we have the ability to grow the business as we’ve always dreamed.” Decker paused in his description; on the other end of the phone Katherine was touched at the sense of pride the man had in his family’s business.

Several minutes later, Katherine had asked as many questions as she could come up with and their conversation turned to more personal information. Decker learned that she had also recently graduated and returned to Torey Hope, her childhood home. She and her mother lived across town and her elderly grandmother lived with them. She had always planned to leave Torey Hope for college and thought she would move to the big city, but when her mom divorced and her grandmother moved in she took inventory of her life and her plans for her future and realized that Torey Hope was her heart, and she didn’t want to leave.

Decker found himself lulled by the melodic lilt of her voice and nodded in agreement with her that finding a business management job in a small town was a definite challenge. He smiled when she shared her excitement over the potentially perfect job opportunity he had presented her with.

Through their conversation, Decker felt a definite connection to this girl; she shared his vision for success, she was a hard worker, she was self-motivated, she was a people person, she knew how to get a job done. She was perfect. Damn, the first girl he’d ever felt truly drawn to was going to be his assistant manager which meant that the connection he felt to her couldn’t go anywhere. One of his hard and fast rules was that business and pleasure never mixed. Never.

“Well, Mr. Morgan, thanks for answering my questions. I feel a little bit more at ease over my spur-of-the-moment acceptance of this job. I just want to say one thing, please remember how perfect I am for the job when you meet me again tomorrow.” Katherine had a smile in her voice as she spoke. “Goodnight, Mr. Morgan.”