Guy stared at her, poleaxed. ‘It might…’

‘It might well work,’ she said. ‘She’s not squeaky clean, our Anna, and this would be great publicity.’

‘You know about Anna’s past?’

‘The world knows about Anna’s past. This wedding will be great for her.’

‘It would,’ he agreed, and suddenly Jenny’s eyes narrowed.

‘That’s why you’re thinking of doing it,’ she said softly, on a note of discovery, thinking it through as she spoke. ‘I couldn’t understand…’ But suddenly she did, seeing clearly where her impetuous nature had landed Guy. ‘The Carver empire doesn’t need this wedding, but Anna needs the Carver emporium.’ She bit her lip. ‘I should have thought about that when I was contacted. Oh, heck. I was angry with you, and I didn’t think.’

To say Guy was bewildered was an understatement. That Jenny was sensitive enough to see connotations that he’d only figured because he moved in those circles…

His estimation of the woman in front of him was changing by the minute. Gorgeous, smart, funny…

He didn’t do gorgeous, smart and funny. He didn’t do complications.

He rose, so sharply that he had to make a grab to catch his chair before it toppled. ‘I need to go.’

‘You haven’t had coffee,’ Lorna said mildly, but he didn’t hear. He was watching Jenny.

‘You agree to staying on my payroll until Christmas?’

‘Can Kylie have a Carver Wedding?’

‘Yes,’ he said, against the ropes and knowing it.

She hesitated, but then gave a rueful smile. ‘Okay, then. I’ve never worked for a boss before.’

‘What about me?’ Lorna said, indignant, and Jenny grinned.

‘That’s different. I walked into your shop for the interview and Ben was there. I was family from that minute on.’

‘You were, too,’ Lorna said, and reached over and squeezed her hand.