He took another bite. “No, it’s really good.”

“I’m glad.” She sat on the edge of the chair in front of his desk. “It’ll keep you going better than pizza will.”

“You may be right.” After a few more bites, he said, “Marjorie mentioned you have an MBA.”

“You were listening?”

His lips twisted in a self-deprecating grin. “Okay, fine, I deserved that.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, I didn’t mean-”

“It’s okay,” he said with a laugh. “But in my own defense, I’ve had to deal with some of our floaters before. You haven’t.”

“Did you mean special assignment assistants?” Trish said, biting back a smile.

He laughed again. “Okay, I was an ass.”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “I wouldn’t say that.”

“You didn’t have to say it,” he said wryly.

“But you had a right to be angry,” Trish allowed. “I can’t imagine someone leaving you high and dry in the middle of such an important deal.”

He bit into a green bean. “I’m still angry. But I suppose I’m somewhat to blame. Cheryl did mention getting married a few times, but I’ve been so wrapped up in the Fantasy Mountain deal, I guess I let it go in one ear and out the other.”

“This is the ski resort I’ve heard so much about?” She’d seen the photographs of the resort lining the walls of the lobby downstairs.

“Yeah,” Adam said, taking another bite of chicken. “We’re closing the deal at the end of the month and we’ve planned a major celebration. The investors and their families will be staying there for a long weekend. There’ll be a big formal party and lots of hoopla. If we can get our act together.”

“I’m sure it’ll come together nicely,” Trish said. “The photos of the resort look beautiful.”

He sat forward in his chair. “It’s a great place, Trish. Top-of-the-line luxury, with a spa and a world-class restaurant, great trails and ski runs. It’s fabulous. The rooms are rustic, but warm and beautiful and elegant at the same time. I can’t wait to show it off.”