“Yup.”

Tag had no intention of flirting with girls, buying drinks or dancing. But apparently Matt did. The next thing Tag knew, the three girls had joined them, introducing themselves, batting their eyelashes and giggling. He couldn’t bring himself to be rude to fans, even though these girls were probably more puck bunnies than true fans who’d be buying season tickets. He recognized the type after many years in the NHL.

He really was getting too old for this. Why had he agreed to come out to a bar tonight? He was tired and grouchy and that week at the lake away from all the attention and the need to always be “on” was sounding better and better.

Kyla spent the rest of the week buried in work while fielding calls from various family members inquiring when she was coming up to the cottage, including her brother Scott, who’d called from Vancouver.

“Hey, dude.” She’d broken into a smile on hearing his voice. “I hear you’re coming home.”

“Yeah. We’ll be there Friday.”

“Awesome! I can’t wait to meet my new nephew!” She’d have to find time to pop out and buy presents for both the baby and her niece Emily. Except…she swallowed…what if she didn’t get to see them to give them to them?

“I talked to Mom and she said you weren’t sure if you were going to get up to the lake while we’re there.”

She sighed. “Yeah. I’m just looking at my schedule to see if I can rearrange things. Maybe you guys could all come into the city for a couple of days while you’re here?”

“Maybe.” He sounded doubtful. “I’m really looking forward to relaxing at the cottage. So, Kyla, you’d better be there.”

“Oh man. Now pressure from you too?”

“Mom says you’re working too hard. She thinks you’re about to collapse from exhaustion.”

“I am not! Yeah, I’m working hard, but I have to.”

“Look, Mom’s been sick. I feel awful that I couldn’t be there for her.”

“I was here for her then.” A faintly defensive tone crept into her voice.

“I know you were. But this is a chance for us to all get together. With all our schedules, and with Mom’s cancer scaring the hell out of us all, this is really important, Kyla.”

Her heart tightened in her chest. “I know it is. I’m working on it. Okay?”

“Okay. Good. Emily’s all excited about seeing Auntie Kyla again.”

“Sure, sure, play the guilt card,” she muttered, rubbing her temples. “Mom already did that too. God, even Dad did! What is with you guys?”

“We love you,” Scott said and she heard the amusement in his voice. “Not sure why sometimes, you workaholic bitch, but we do.”

She laughed. “Thanks a lot. I’ll have you know I come from an entire family of workaholics.”

“I know you do. But lately…well, family’s important.”

“Becoming a father is making you go all soft.”

“Yeah,” he agreed. “That along with Mom’s cancer. So we’ll see you next weekend. Right?”

“I’ll try.”

It wasn’t going to happen. She tried to figure out a way to rearrange things so she could take that week off and make her parents happy without pissing off her superiors at work. It hadn’t looked promising, and then they’d announced they were going to name the new partner at the end of the week.

She hated to disappoint her family. And herself. But she was stuck in the city. In the office.

Then it was Friday, the end of the week, the day the decision was supposed to be made. She could barely concentrate on her work, so much nervous energy sizzled through her veins. She could hardly sit still. If she got partner, maybe she’d take the weekend off and go up to the lake just for a couple of days. So she could make the announcement and celebrate with her family. She smiled as she anticipated their reaction, her parents’ pride, her brothers’ teasing, which she knew would hide their own pride in her. God, she so wanted that. She bounced a little in her chair. It would be the perfect way to announce it, even if maybe she did have to take some work with her to make it happen.

By mid-afternoon she was getting tired of waiting for it, so she wandered by Jim’s office. The lights were out and the office was empty. She stopped at his assistant’s desk. “Where’s Jim?” she asked, frowning faintly.

“Golfing.” Sandra smiled at her.

Kyla’s eyebrows flew up. “Golfing? I thought they were announcing the new partner today.”

Sandra tipped her head to one side. “Oh. Didn’t he tell you? They decided to put it off for a few more weeks.”

“What! No, he didn’t tell me. He just told me on Monday they were going to do it this week.”

Sandra shrugged. “I guess they changed their minds. Jim’s on holidays for the next two weeks and the other partners start their holidays week after next. Nothing much will be happening around here until August.”

Kyla fought down the pressure rising inside her, the disbelief and…yes, anger. “I see,” she said quietly. “Thanks, Sandra.” Then she paused. “Who’s he golfing with?”

“Alex, Hugh and Joe Pittman.”

Kyla nodded, pressing her lips together. “Great! Nice day for it.”

She returned to her office and stared out the window at the city twenty-nine stories below her, the prairie city spread out so flat you could almost see to the very edges of it, much of the urban landscape richly green with mature trees and parks.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

She’d spent the whole week there busting her butt trying to show them she was ready for the promotion, feeling sick with guilt about that, but determined to show everyone at the firm she was there…and they went golfing. Without her. And didn’t even bother to tell her that everything had changed.

She tapped a pen on the desk. Her chest ached, the muscles in her neck and shoulders burned and even her jaw throbbed from clenching her teeth. Then she jerked when the pen in her hand cracked―she’d tapped it so hard on her desk she’d broken it. She stared at the broken utensil. More pressure built inside her. She wanted to get up and walk out. Just walk out.

She couldn’t do that.

But she could do something.

She hit her computer keyboard and the monitor flickered to life. She pulled up her email program and started tapping away. Half an hour later, she’d rescheduled and delegated and sent out an email telling everyone she was going to be away from the office for the next week. She closed down her computer, started to put some files into her briefcase and stopped. She looked down at them. Her stomach hurt with that familiar gnawing pain. She needed this break. She wasn’t even going to take work with her. She was going to the lake.

It was almost physically painful to leave the office empty-handed, but she forced herself to do it. Walking home along Rorie, she fought the anxiety that tightened her muscles to the point of making it difficult to breathe. This was going to be good. This would be fine.

In her condo, she didn’t even bother to change out of her suit, just grabbed a suitcase and started throwing things in. What did she need for a week at the lake? A few bathing suits. A few pairs of shorts and tank tops. Flip-flops. Sunscreen and a big can of bug spray.

She paused to download some books onto her digital reader, enough to keep her busy for a week of lying on the beach. No legal briefs or depositions or research materials for her. Just an assortment of romance novels by favorite authors she hadn’t had time to read for a long time.

She hauled her suitcase down to her car in the parking garage, heaved it into the trunk of her little BMW and slammed the lid down. She was outta there.

Traffic was already getting heavy heading out of the city. Friday afternoon and everyone else was apparently getting an early start on the weekend too. Once out of the city and onto Highway 59, she pressed the gas pedal until the speedometer needle was at a hundred and five clicks, just barely over the speed limit. She had about an hour drive ahead of her and that was time to do a lot of thinking.