Burning Up

Hunter, she thought, would have her work cut out for her. “Could you give me more information about the positions—I could perhaps tell you which I might be best suited for.”
    “Actually, you’re on the short list for a particular position already. That’s what I want to discuss—it’s in no way a normal administrative job.”
    Ria was intrigued. “No?”
    “No.” A smile that turned him from gorgeous to beautiful in a very masculine way. She appreciated the sight, but without wanting to jump his bones. Not like with Emmett. And that thought had no business interrupting her interview. Corralling her runaway hormones, she turned her attention firmly back to Lucas.
    “How are you with chaos?” he asked.
    “I love it.” Her response was instinctive. “It gives me more to organize.”
    Lucas laughed. “What about constant interruptions, having to rejig meetings on a moment’s notice, and a boss who might be impossible to track down at times?”
    “If it needs to be done, it’ll get done,” she said, meeting those brilliant green eyes. “But I’ll be honest—even though I probably shouldn’t be. I’m likely to get a little short-tempered now and then.”
    “A temper might come in handy in this position.” His lips tilted up at the corners. “This is a . . . family business. And that family will be in and out. Can you handle being the focus of their curiosity?”
    It was a strange question, but her answer was easy. “Let’s see—every Sunday without fail, my aunt Eadie calls to interrogate me about my life and offer ‘essential fashion advice.’ My paternal grandparents live in Idaho, but last week, they sent me a dossier on all the nice boys in town—just in case. Oh, and my normally very forward-thinking parents recently tried to arrange my marriage. I know how to handle family.”
    His eyes danced. “And the arranged marriage?”
    Since she’d brought it up, she couldn’t exactly avoid the personal question. “Not happening.”
    “That’s what I thought.” He rose to his feet, an amused curve to his mouth. “I think that’s all I need from you, Ria.”
    Standing, she picked up her purse. “It’s you, isn’t it? The person I’d be working for if I get the job?”
    A slight nod.
    “Usually HR interviews applicants.”
    “I’m picky.” He pulled open the door. “I need to trust the person I hire.”
    Smiling even as her stomach dropped, she stepped out. Emmett was up and waiting for her. They entered the elevator in silence and walked out into the street.
    “How’d it go?” Emmett asked.
    “Good.”
    He rubbed the back of his neck. “Still mad?”
    “You think I should give you credit for letting me go in there alone?” She raised an eyebrow, wondering what he’d do.
    “Er.” His cheeks flushed. “Never mind.”
    She felt her lips twitch. “I know he was a cat, Emmett. The way you leopards walk, it’s a dead giveaway.” They prowled, all soft and silent and lethal.
    “Shit.” He grinned. “I was hoping to score brownie points.”
    “So it’s DarkRiver Construction?”
    “Part of it. The building will also function as the pack’s city headquarters—we outgrew the old premises.”
    All of which, Ria knew, meant she’d never get the job. Changeling packs looked after their own, sticking together like glue. Sure they’d helped clean up the city, making it safer for everyone, but as Emmett had explained, that had more to do with holding territory than anything else.
    Tired, dispirited, and hungry, she walked into a neighborhood restaurant run by a family she’d seen at community functions, and grabbed a seat. Emmett took the chair opposite hers.
    “You order,” he said, scanning the room.
    She was telling the waitress—who also happened to be the owner’s daughter—that she wanted cashew chicken, when Emmett moved across the table to smash her and the waitress both to the ground. A split second later, she heard a loud pop followed by a scream. Emmett was already up and speaking on his cell. “He’s heading out, past the candy shop—” He ran toward the door.
    Getting up, Ria helped the shaken waitress to her feet. Emmett was back before she’d finished. “You hurt?” His hands swept over her body.
    Aware of several interested glances, she slapped them off. “I’m fine.” She turned to check on the waitress and got the same answer in response. “What happened?” she asked Emmett.
    He pointed behind her. A large hole marred the