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Authors: Alison Kent

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Girl Gear 5: Wicked Games

BOOK: Girl Gear 5: Wicked Games
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WICKED GAMES

 
 
Alison Kent

Contents:

 

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2
3
4
5
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8
9
10
11
12
13

Chapter 1

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"
D
id you hear that Doug Storey is moving to
Colorado
?"

Holding a forkful of spring greens halfway between her plate and her mouth, Kinsey Gray stared across the gIRL-gEAR conference room table at one of her lunch dates and business partners, Lauren Neville.

Doug? Moving to
Colorado
? Impossible. Unbelievable
. "Run that one by me again?"

Lauren nodded, cutting off a chunk of spinach-and-feta cheese pizza and stabbing it with her fork. "Anton told me last month. Doug got an offer from a firm in
Denver
. An offer so amazing that he's considering selling his half of Neville and Storey."

"Selling out to Anton?" A curious frown creasing her brow, Annabel "Poe" Lee, the newest gIRL-gEAR partner, squeezed a lemon wedge into her steaming cup of tea.

Lauren shook her head, took a sip of her soda before answering. "No. One of the junior execs wants to buy into the firm. Nothing's been settled."

Maybe not in the world of the architectural firm Doug owned along with Anton Neville, but one thing had certainly been
un
settled—Kinsey's stomach.

Slowly, she lowered her fork to her plate and twisted her fingers into the linen napkin on her lap.

The thought of parting with even a pittance of her stake in gIRL-gEAR, the fashion empire she and her five girlfriends from college had launched the year after graduation, was absolutely unfathomable. Equally unfathomable was the idea of Doug selling his half of the company he'd been a part of building from the ground up.

But the thing she had the most trouble understanding was how he could even think of leaving her when she was still undecided about her feelings for him.

What did that song say about not knowing what you've got till it's gone? Something
like
that, anyway. She took a deep breath and looked back at Lauren. "When is he leaving?"

Lauren shrugged, sawing again at her pizza. "The date's still up in the air. Nothing's been finalized. I thought he might've already said something to you."

"No, he hasn't." And why hadn't he?
Why hadn't he?
The dog! Friends shared the goings-on in their lives. Especially friends with the history she and Doug had. In fact, if their history wasn't so … scandalous and her feelings for him so personal, she'd think of him as family. He was that much a part of her life.

Still, Kinsey was not going to panic yet. "And, anyway. If nothing's been finalized, then you should've said that Doug
might
be moving to
Colorado
."

"No," Lauren answered, shaking her head. "He's definitely going. The timing and whether or not he sells his share of the firm are the only things not yet decided."

Now Kinsey was going to panic.

"He's flying back from
Denver
today, in fact, and flies out again on Monday." Lauren took another sip of soda,
then
transferred another slice of pizza from the raised serving pan in the center of the table to her now empty plate.

She dived right back in. "But I can guarantee you the man will be in the office all weekend long. One day his work habits will be part of a case study on burnout, I swear."

Watching Lauren attack her food, gIRL-gEAR CEO Sydney Ford frowned. "Uh, Lauren? You're not eating for two, are you?"

Lauren rolled her eyes, but barely looked up from her plate to do so. "Ha. No. I'm not pregnant. I'm starving. Anton and I argued over bedroom furniture until the store closed at ten. I wasn't in any mood to eat when we got home, so I went straight to bed."

"And this morning?"
Sydney
blotted her lips with her white linen napkin. "Don't tell me you were still arguing at breakfast."

"Actually, no. We were making up." Lauren didn't even stop eating to blush. "I hardly had time to get to work, much less eat."

"I think I'm going to be sick," Kinsey said. Her stomach rolled, her face felt clammy, as did the palms of her hands. This true love stuff was disgusting.

And now Doug was leaving
Houston
for parts unknown. Okay. For
Denver
.

Arching one dark brow, Poe studied Kinsey's plate. "You don't like your salad?"

"I don't think it's her salad."
Sydney
ran a finger around the rim of her iced tea glass,
a far
too intuitive smile lighting up her face. "I think it's Lauren's news."

"What?" Lauren finally stopped eating long enough to glower at her tablemates. "My fighting and making up with Anton is sickening?"

It was, but that was the least of Kinsey's trouble.

She glanced from Lauren to Sydney to Poe, all the while feeling as if she'd left her body and was looking down at herself and the other three gIRL-gEAR partners. The four of them sat around one end of the conference room table.

The three remaining original partners—Poe having joined the firm only last year—had taken the afternoon off to spend a long Columbus Day weekend with their respective significant others.

Macy Webb and Leo Redding were busy moving the rest of her furniture out of the loft she'd once shared with Lauren in preparation for Poe to move in, while Chloe Zuniga and Eric
Haydon
were off for a weekend trip with Melanie
Craine
and Jacob Faulkner.

Kinsey almost needed a
scorecard,
so much had happened this last year: Sydney, Macy, Chloe and Mel finding their soul mates. Lauren finally marrying hers. Poe coming into the
company as a full partner, taking over Chloe's product lines, while
she and
Rennie
Faulkner, Jacob's sister and soon to be Melanie's sister-in-law, launched the
gUIDANCE
gIRL
mentoring program.

And what had Kinsey done? Waste the sixteen months since last year's trip to an island paradise—a vacation during which she'd gotten to know Doug Storey intimately—twiddling her thumbs.

She and Doug had dated off and on. Nothing serious. Dinners and movies and ball games and concerts. Neville and Storey functions; gIRL-gEAR soirees. She'd thought he would always be around. She'd never imagined he'd move out of town.

Or leave her.

Now what was she supposed to do?

Poe offered her clearly expert opinion on Kinsey's sudden illness. "No, Lauren. Not the fighting-and-making-up news. The news of Doug's abandonment. Kinsey just realized she's about to lose a friend with convenient and sizable options."

"
Pfft
. Doug and I are friends, yes," Kinsey said. "But I don't know a thing about the size of his, uh, options."

Poe returned her teacup to her saucer and laced her fingers together along the table's edge. "Wait a minute. You're saying you haven't slept with him?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but no. I have not slept with him." Emphasizing the word slept saved her from telling a lie.

"Even last year on Coconut
Caye
?" Sydney asked. "Like maybe late one night on the first-floor veranda?"

Kinsey shook her head. She wouldn't call what she and Doug had done on the veranda that night sleeping. No bed had been involved. No
postcoital
cuddling. Besides, they'd been drunk and that meant it didn't count.

Or so she'd been telling herself for sixteen months.

Neither of them had spoken of the incident again. And as much as she enjoyed her girlfriends' kiss-and-tell bonding, she couldn't bring herself to reveal the things that had happened that night.

Or how she felt about Doug.

Especially since she wasn't quite sure what that was. "Doug and I are friends. That's all. I haven't even kissed him but once or twice since last summer."

Three women turned their full attention on Kinsey. Two sets of blue eyes and one of brown prodded and probed and drilled. Brows up, brows down, brows level.

"What? What? What do you expect me to do? I'm not a first-move kinda girl. Besides, he's always got work on the brain." Kinsey was not going to put in any serious pursuit time only to end up an afterthought—after work, after business, after meetings, after deals.

No
sirree
bub
. Once she settled down, it was home and hearth all the way. Dinner on the table at six. Kids' homework done by seven. Bedtime no later than eight. Cuddled up to the hubby by ten. Hmm. Okay. She was getting a bit ahead of herself here.

"So, give him something else to think about." Lauren waved her fork,
then
stabbed again at her pizza.

"Yes," Poe added. "Change his mind."

"About moving? How am I supposed to do that?" And did she even want to do that?

"Tell him how you feel." This advice from Sydney. Good advice if Kinsey had a clue as to how she did feel—besides panicked and sick.

"No." With a vigorous shake of her head, Lauren shared a kernel of her wisdom. "
Show
him how you feel."

Kinsey moved her gaze from one woman to the other to the next. "You're talking about sex."

Poe folded her used napkin into a precise square and placed it in the center of her plate. "Aren't we always talking about sex?"

Feeling suddenly
buffled
, Kinsey crossed her arms. "
You're
only talking about it because you're not getting any."

"Is that so?" Poe replied, her dark eyes giving nothing away.

Calm. Calm and collected. Deep breath. In and out.
Ohhmmm
. Kinsey slumped back in her chair. Her usual ability to relax and blow off stress wasn't working. She had a feeling nothing was going to work this time.

She hadn't been looking where she was going and had stepped off into a big pile of emotional
poo
. Ask her a month ago, and she'd never have believed it possible that what she'd thought was friendship was actually more.

But with the specter of Doug's departure hanging over her head…

She blew out a frustrated breath. "So, what do I do?"

Sydney
looked to Lauren, Lauren to Poe, Poe back to
Sydney
,
then
all three turned their attention on Kinsey.
Sydney
was the one who finally spoke. "I think we need to put a few of the Web site's
gIRL
gUIDE
tips into play."

Kinsey closed her eyes, shook her head. This was exactly the reason she kept her private life private. Glancing around at her girlfriends, she said, "I'd really rather not
become a gIRL-gEAR project
."

Puffing up her cheeks so she looked like Dizzy Gillespie, Lauren pushed away her plate and scooted her chair back from the table. "Get over it, Kinsey. The rest of us have had to put in time as test cases. It's what keeps us honest and makes the site's advice columns such a success. We know of what we speak."

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