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she winced at the harsh sound. “What would you like?” he asked, his tone low and rough.
    The sound sent shivers up her spine, and she went damp between her legs. “Steak. I love steak. Red. Juicy. Grilled on the barbeque. You’ve got one of those, don’t you, Will? I bet it’s real fancy too.”
    He whipped around and stalked over to the front door. “Eight o’clock. Don’t be late.”
    The door slammed behind him, and Dani finally let her grin bloom. Shit. That had been more fun than she’d had in years. She couldn’t wait for round two.
     

     
    William closed his laptop with a decisive click and rose, signaling the end of the meeting.
    “Ladies and gentlemen, I will keep you informed of any developments with regards to the union negotiations. Thank you all for attending on such short notice. Have a nice day.”
    Several heads nodded as the board members collected their belongings. William couldn’t wait for them to leave the conference room so he could head back to his office and figure out what the hell he was going to do. The picture he’d painted for the board had been more than a little optimistic. These negotiations were vital to the survival of the company. And things were not going well.
    His father lingered behind the others. Damn. Exhaustion weighed heavily on William’s shoulders as he dropped into his chair to await the dressing down. Bill Caldwell, as he preferred to be called, had a father’s ability to detect when one of his children was lying. Well, this was true for his sons. Tori, Chad’s twin sister, had always been able to lie her way through anything. The little witch. He could use some of that talent right now.
    After pulling out a chair and sitting beside William, Bill tapped the table, the sound like rain on a metal roof. “Now that we’re alone, I want the truth, William. Not the powdered-sugar version you gave the board.”
    William rubbed his cheek and pressed farther back in his chair. “The truth? Torval is stone-walling me. If I say A, he says B. If I give him B, he says it’s off the table.” He swiveled the chair and stared out the window, rolling his favorite Montblanc pen between his fingers. His brothers had given it to him when he’d received his CPA license. “It’s like he’s trying to run us into the ground.”
    “But why? If we go bankrupt, he’s out of a job.”
    “It doesn’t make any sense to me either. I’ve got my team going over the books and running the numbers to see what we can squeeze out of the budget. If I can get Torval to agree to one concession, maybe that will get the ball rolling on these negotiations.”
    “That’s a good plan. And while you’re squeezing money out of the budget, don’t forget about the one-hundred-and-sixtieth anniversary party. We’ll be giving out the usual five-percent bonuses.”
    William’s brows shot up. “Seriously? You still want to do that?”
    “It’s good for morale, son. If we change the tradition now, everyone will know we’re in financial difficulty.”
    “Maybe they should.”
    “We’ve put out some amazing designs in the last few years. I want the teams to know their work is appreciated.”
    William tucked the Montblanc into the breast pocket of his jacket and stood. Nothing would convince his father, except neat columns of numbers in black and white. The man was far too soft-hearted to be CEO of a struggling company. Good thing the union negotiations were in William’s hands. Some very tough decisions were needed, some loyal employees would need to be let go, some stunning, but unprofitable, products would need to be dropped from their lines. Some people would need to be hurt in order to keep the company afloat. He’d do whatever he could to minimize the damage, but there would definitely be casualties. “All right, Dad. I’ll do my best.”
    “I know you will, son. See you at lunch on Sunday?”
    Lunch with his crazy family? How could he resist? “I’ll be there.”
    Would