Unfortunately, Gavin had steamrolled over all his objections, so Jack had sucked it up. But damn, it was a hard sell. Especially with a dragon lady like Madeline Price to deal with. Jack could only guess that Gavin had found the woman because he’d Googled uptight, frigid, unsmiling, humorless, pain in the ass consultants for hire and her name had popped up as the number one choice.

Bad enough that he had to put up with her interference, but Madeline Price was just the sort of person he didn’t like. Someone who saw everything in black or white. Everything was either totally right or totally wrong. Her way or the highway. Organized to within an inch of her life. No chances, no surprises. He’d actually possessed a few of those qualities himself not much more than a year ago, but he’d learned that life-changing events changed… your life. And your outlook.

“So what’s this great news, Gavin?” he asked, because based on the silence that had followed Gavin’s announcement, Jack knew the question was expected from him.

Gavin smiled at him across the wide expanse of glass desk separating them. A smile that was more of a showing of teeth that did nothing to allay Jack’s dread. “You’re signed up for a weekend away at Casa di Lago. This weekend.”

Jack forced his expression to remain blank but his suspicions doubled at the mention of the well-known resort situated on the shores of Lake Lanier, about an hour and a half north of Atlanta. He knew damn well Gavin wasn’t sending him to the resort for a tasting at their winery, or a massage at the spa, or a round of golf, or a meal at one of the resort’s gourmet restaurants. Wait for it… wait for it…

Gavin didn’t make him wait long. “Of course the weekend isn’t just for you.”

Uh-huh. He’d figured as much. Here it comes-

“The entire accounting department is going. For a fun-filled weekend of team building. By the time you all return to work on Monday, you’ll be rested, relaxed, and fully bonded with each other.”