Perfect Fit - Brenda Jackson [46]
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Gabe rested his head against the seat of his car with his gaze fixed on the building across the street, the one the Denmark Group was leasing. For the first time in two weeks it had not snowed. There was a brisk coldness in the air, but the sky was clear.
He sighed deeply, knowing he owed Sage an apology. A big apology. He never should have said those things to her and had to make amends for his unprofessional behavior. His attitude had been the worst it had ever been, and he knew for him the issue wasn’t just about the theater. The plain yet not so simple fact was that he was attracted to her—although he didn’t want to be—and that had been one of the reasons for his grumpy mood. And to make matters worse, after he had thought more rationally about what she’d been proposing, he agreed that adding that dinner theater would be a good idea.
He’d also thought about the harsh words she had spoken about expecting a certain behavior from him because he was a man. Her fiancé must have really done a number on her for her to have such an attitude.
He was about to open the car door and walk across the street to her office when his cell phone rang. “Hello.”
“Gabe, I got your message to call. What’s up?”
Gabe’s lips curled into a smile as he settled back into his seat upon hearing Christopher’s voice. “Nothing much, but I just wanted to apprise you of a possible change in the layout of a few of the buildings for Eden.”
“All right.”
As briefly as he could, he told Christopher of the changes the Denmark Group suggested regarding the theater.
“Sounds like a good idea,” Christopher said seriously. “I always thought the Landmark Project had more potential than what the original marketing team had come up with. Their ideas were good, but I had expected better, especially with all the money John Landmark is putting into the resort. He doesn’t want it comparable to the other ski resorts; he wants it better. And as far as our work crew goes, they won’t have to start the next project for thirty days after completing this one, so they’ll be okay.” A few moments later he asked, “Who is the person that came up with the idea for the dinner theater?”
Gabe heaved a gut-deep sigh. “Someone the Denmark Group sent as the marketing manager, a woman by the name of Sage Dunbar.”
“Oh, yes, Sage Dunbar?”
Gabe raised a brow. “You remember her?”
Christopher chuckled. “Yes, from that meeting over six months ago. And I also remember that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of her. She was quite a looker.”
Gabe frowned and blew out a frustrated stream of breath. He was actually feeling jealous. “Need I remind you that you’re a married man?”
“No, and trust me, there’s no way I’ll forget my marital status. Maxi is all the woman I’ll ever need and want.” He chuckled. “And all the woman that I can possibly handle. I can’t imagine my life without her. I was mainly asking about this Sage character for you.”
“For me?”
“Yes. You may as well know that Ma Joella has elicited my help in finding you a wife.”
Gabe’s mouth twitched in amusement. “Thanks for the warning.”
“You’re welcome. And just so you’ll know, she wants Maxi to introduce you to her cousin Fannie Mae from Blakely, Georgia. She’s twenty-eight, been married twice and has four children.”
Gabe cringed. “Tell Maxi not to bother.”
Christopher’s laughter echoed through the phone before he said, “I did.”
“Can’t say that I’m surprised by Blackwell’s attitude,” Malcolm said, tucking papers into his briefcase, ready to call it a day like the rest of the team had done earlier. Sage had just told him what he felt was an abbreviated version of what had happened at lunch. He knew she wasn’t telling him everything that was said, but decided not to dwell on it since he was sure she had her reasons.
“Well, I can’t accept it,” Sage said in an irritated voice. “I would never do anything that would deliberately keep his men from returning