Staying at Joe's

Staying at Joe's

by Kathy Altman

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781460317235
Publisher: Harlequin
Publication date: 08/01/2013
Series: A Castle Creek Romance , #2
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 304
File size: 317 KB

About the Author

Kathy Altman writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense, and the occasional ode to chocolate. Her work has received numerous awards, including the prestigious Daphne du Maurier. She’s also a regular contributor to USA Today’s “Happy Ever After” blog. When Kathy’s not writing, she’s reading, or working her day job at the Air Force. Find Kathy online at She’d enjoy hearing from you!

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Think of it as just another pitch. One more client to woo. Schmooze and booze. Deal and seal. Nothing new here, Allie.

Except they weren't in a highend restaurant. He wasn't a client. She wasn't sipping wine. And she'd never been so bone-deep desperate.

Nor so ready to rely on bondage and torture, should the whole schmooze-and-booze thing end in an epic fail.

Though the thought of duct taping Joe Gallahan did cheer her immensely. She rolled her shoulders up and back, wiped her palms on her linen pants and stepped into the open doorway of the motel room. And blinked.

She'd never seen him in jeans. Two years of working together and three months of dating and she'd never seen him in anything with the slightest resemblance to denim. He'd never been the casual type. Not when it came to clothes, anyway. Then again, it had been nearly a year since he'd left—of course he'd changed. She had, too. Just…not as noticeably.

He stood with his back to her, in a sweat-stained T-shirt and faded, paint-spattered jeans. A pair of scuffed boots added to the construction worker look she was having a hard time wrapping her brain around. And his hair—once kept regularly trimmed—had now grown so long that the shaggy ends flirted with his shoulders.

She inhaled deeply and the thick, sharp smell of paint made her wish she hadn't. She fought the urge to cough.

A cough would give her away. A cough would mean she couldn't change her mind.

As if she even had that option. Her pulse kicked up and her fingertips tingled. Easy, Allie. Too much at stake to chicken out now.

At least he seemed sober.

She straightened her spine and moved into the room, watching as Joe pushed the roller up and down the wall in the classic W pattern. The muscles of his back and arms alternately bunched and relaxed. Allie dragged her gaze away from his body, annoyed by flashes of erotic memories.

More than his appearance had changed. It seemed that he'd learned a little DIY somewhere along the way. Or had he always known how to do this home repair stuff? It wouldn't be the first time he'd surprised her.

A hot flush of resentment bubbled up and prickled across her skin. If it weren't for Joe Gallahan she'd be back in urban Virginia, less than six miles from the nation's capital, sitting behind a gold-etched nameplate advertising her hard-earned position of "Account Executive." And collecting the paychecks to prove it.

Instead she was still a PR rep, stuck with this ridiculous assignment in oh so cozy Castle Creek, Pennsylvania, hoping she wouldn't get paint on a blouse she couldn't afford to replace and preparing to plead with a man she'd just as soon tie up, slather with honey and roll onto a colony of fire ants.

Then again, she was lucky she still had a job. Though sending her off to meet with her ex-lover put her boss next in line for the whole fire ant thing.

Stroke by stroke, a thick coat of pale blue covered a hideous shade of green. Allison's stomach lifted then dropped, like a roller coaster cresting that first big hill. He wouldn't be happy to see her—which at least put them on equal ground.

"Hello, Joe," she said.

He went still. The paint roller remained suspended in the air, the muscles of his forearms suddenly pronounced. He turned, slowly, his expression as inviting as his ramshackle, middle-of-nowhere motel. He stared at her and she stared back, fighting the urge to grab handfuls of his shirt and shake the stuffing out of him while screaming, Why?

He moved before she did, thank God, bending down and balancing the roller across the paint tray. When he straightened, his hands went to his hips in a familiar "I'm waiting to be impressed" pose.

"Allison Kincaid," he said.

Silence, except for the low-pitched hum of the fan blowing the fumes toward the open window. Her gaze roved his face. The start of a beard darkened his jaw—yet another difference between this version of Joe and the clean-shaven, designer-suited marketing shark she'd known a year ago. Her throat closed again. If she was having a hard time reconciling the two, Tackett would, too.

Which promised a whole new set of complications. Damn it. Her neck muscles went tight. No matter their history, she had a job to do. A job to keep.

He cocked an eyebrow. "Want to tell me why you're here?"

Forget "woo the client." What she really wanted to do was kick his arrogant ass all the way back to Virginia. She risked another inhale, and willed her voice to remain steady.

"Tackett sent me," she said.

His laugh was immediate and harsh. "The answer is no." He pulled a tool from his back pocket, squatted and pried open a can of paint.

She didn't blame him for saying no. She didn't want him to say yes. But she had her orders.

She ventured farther into the room, heels clunking across water-stained plywood. "You don't know the details."

"I don't need to."

"You should hear this."

"You should leave."

"It's not that simple."

"Sure, it is." He finished pouring paint into the tray and with his fist thumped the lid back onto the can. "Turn around. Walk out the door. Get in your car. Drive away." He stood, his gaze narrowed. "Don't come back."

"Joe." She passed her keys from one hand to the other, the jingle a taunting echo in the near-empty room. "I wouldn't be here if my job didn't depend on it."

"Then maybe you need another job." He snatched up a bottle of water, gave the cap a vicious twist. "How long did it take you to drive up here? Five hours? Six? To ask a favor of me? On behalf of Tackett? You're out of your mind."

"You're not the only one here with a grievance."

"You have a grievance? Do what I did. Quit your job. End of grievance."

"Can we at least talk about Tackett's offer?"

"Not interested. Go home."

"Won't you at least—"

"Go. Home." He took a swig of water, the plastic crackling in his grip. She glared at him, half hoping he'd choke. She hadn't expected this to be easy, but she'd figured after all this time he'd feel some remorse for what he'd done to her. Instead he was still fixated on what had happened his last few weeks at the agency.

Tackett had told her to apologize. Fat chance.

"Tackett and I had good reason for what we did," she said. "Surely after all this time you can accept that."

"I'm not having this conversation. I don't want to talk about the agency or Tackett or any lame-ass offer he sent you to make. Unless you want to pick up a paintbrush and dig in, you need to leave."

"Just give me a chance to change your mind."

"And how do you plan to do that? Wait. Let me guess." He set the water bottle on the ladder and with one swift motion pulled his shirt over his head. "You and me, slick. Right here, right now. Remind me how convincing you can be."

Heat slapped at her cheeks. Her knees felt loose. He was unbelievable. She was unbelievable. While part of her loathed his over-the-top he-man tactics, another part couldn't help admiring the hard, sculpted plane of his bare chest.

Shame sidled in, jacking her chin high. "That wasn't what I had in mind."

"Once upon a time it was all you had in mind." He balled up his shirt and tossed it aside. "Let me guess why you're here. One of my former accounts is launching a campaign and he's asked for me as lead. Tackett smelled big money and picked you to play fetch, said if you didn't bring me back to Alexandria you could kiss your Christmas bonus goodbye. Am I right?"

"This isn't about a bonus," she said carefully. His scorn made it easy to keep her gaze from straying south of his. "This is about my job."

He shot her a look that was pure disdain. "When Tackett decided to filch my biggest clients, you backed him instead of me. At a time when work was all I had left. And you expect me to hook up with the agency again? Screw that."

Hook up. Screw. She'd smirk, if only her lips would cooperate. "You know darned well we were trying to—"

"Give it up, slick."

"At least now I know for sure why you did it."

"Did what?"

"Are you kidding me?" Her keys gave a furious rattle as she clasped her hands behind her back to keep from yanking at her own hair. "You're actually going to pretend you don't know?"

"Know what, exactly?"

"What you did."

"Why don't you remind me?" He crossed his arms over his bare chest. Another time, another place, and she'd have started to drool.

"You cost me my promotion," she said, letting the resentment ring loud in her voice. "And you almost got me fired."

Joe scowled. What the hell was she talking about? "Want to run that by me again?"

"Tackett found out about you and me. Want to know how?"

Judas Priest. Joe exhaled. He already knew how.

"Danielle Franks told him," she said, her tone not quite casual enough to hide the bitterness. "And you know how he feels about fraternization. So Danielle got the promotion he'd promised me."

"And you're here because you think I told Danielle."

"I'm here because Tackett sent me to bring you back to handle a client who won't work with anyone but you. The company needs you for two months, tops. The fact that you lost me my promotion is the reason I offered to scrub every toilet in the building in exchange for Tackett picking someone else to 'play fetch.' Obviously he didn't accept my offer."

Okay, that hurt. Which pissed him off even more. That son of a bitch Tackett was too damned clever for his own good. No doubt the old man figured Joe would jump at the chance to "reacquaint" himself with Allison Kincaid. Instead he wished she'd kept her pretty little materialistic ass back in the city.

"I'm sorry for what happened," he ground out. "But not sorry enough to go back."

"What a surprise. Some things never change, do they?" She shook her head, eyes dark with disgust. "No one mattered but you. Your clients, your projects, your schedule. Everything else came in second. Then something doesn't go your way and bam! You're gone, and the rest of us are left scrambling to meet your commitments."

"Didn't go my way? My brother died."

"And that's why you're hiding out in this hellhole? Because you're feeling sorry for yourself?"

Joe set his jaw. Was it wrong to be so damned angry he wanted to put a fist through a wall—preferably one he hadn't already painted—and at the same time be so incredibly turned on by the hints of nipple he could see through her blouse? He stomped over to where he'd lobbed his shirt, snatched it up and stomped back.

"If you think I told anyone about us, you don't know me."

"Exactly the point I tried to make a year ago."

Another direct hit. She'd learned a lot from her boss. Still, she had it right. He owed her. Hell.

"Fine. I'll give Tackett a call."

"And tell him what? That I can handle the client myself? You think I didn't try that? Mahoney made it clear. He doesn't get you, he gets another agency."

Mahoney, huh? Joe grunted. He knew as well as she did that client should be hers.

"Maybe it's a sign," he said. "That it's time for you to move on."

"It's a sign that it's time for you to step up and fix the mess you made. Mr. DIY."

"You always did put T&P first."

"They never let me down."

"Until Tackett decided to make an example out of you."

"I repeat. They never let me down."

"You really want to start comparing scars?" he asked softly.

She clenched her teeth. "I want to keep my job."

"The agency means that much to you."

"The paycheck means that much to me."

"So it's the money." He should have known. "What, is the gold plating wearing off your toothbrush?"

"You self-centered, egotistical son of a—"

"Children, children, please." They swung toward the door. Longtime Castle Creek resident Audrey Tweedy marched toward them, clapping her hands as if urging a classroom of first-graders to settle down after recess. The seventy-something woman had a voice like a pixie and a body like a lumberjack, and Joe couldn't remember ever seeing her without that purple barrette holding her gray hair out of her face.

For one wild, despairing moment, he considered making his escape through the window. But he'd just replaced the screen. And Audrey was faster than she looked.

She wagged a thick finger. "I could hear you kids all the way out in the parking lot. That's not good for business, Joseph Gallahan."

"I'm not open for business."

"That's not the point." She gave him a disapproving look—he was getting a lot of those lately—then leaned toward Allison, her expression complicit. "I could tell the trouble right off. You two are having a meat crisis."

Allison went still. "A what?"

Joe ran a hand over his face as Audrey rummaged through a bright green purse—the one with the oversize "P" on the side. She pulled out a can of Vienna sausages. "You're grumpy. That's what happens when you don't get enough protein. Have a weenie."

Joe held up his hands, palms out. "I'll pass." His gaze cut to Allison, who was staring at the old woman in fascinated dismay.

Audrey gave him a tsk-tsk and shrugged. She jammed the can back into her purse and turned to Allison, thrust out a hand. "I'm Audrey Tweedy, dear. Welcome to Castle Creek. Care for a weenie? No?" She patted her monster of a purse. "I could fit a whole ham in here if I wanted to. I could show you where I got it, if you'd like. The purse, not the ham. 'Course, the initial on the side costs extra."

"What does the 'P' stand for?"

Audrey shot Joe a "where'd you find this one?" look. "Protein." She turned back to Joe. "Which you, Mr. Vegetarian, obviously don't get enough of."

"I had scrambled eggs for breakfast. With cheese. And, Aud? I'm a little busy right now."

She sniffed. "The way you eat, Joseph, you'd think you didn't have any teeth. You need something that'll work that jaw—something besides insulting your visitors. And you're not getting rid of me that easily. Have some jerky."

He stared down at the bright yellow stick of processed who-the-hell-knew-what. "You never give up."

She turned to Allison. "You eat meat, don't you, dear?" Joe tried not to choke while Allison managed a nod. With a smile worthy of a denture commercial, Audrey swung back to face him. "Sounds like you two have some problems to work out. Why don't you invite your friend here to stay awhile?"

Oh, hell, no.

Joe gave her his best "mess with me and I'll break out my pneumatic drill" look. Audrey countered with her "humor me or I'll hide a dead perch in your pickup" glare.

"Sounds like Allison doesn't have much of a job to go back to," Audrey continued smugly. "And, Joseph, you and I both know you could use a hand around here. She has two."

Allison thrust out her hands, fingers spread. "Uh, and they both just had a manicure."

"Go ahead, Joseph. Invite her to stay."

He heard Audrey's words but they didn't register. He'd finally given in to the urge to look at Allison, really look at her, for the first time in a year. She watched him back, head tipped to the side, hazel eyes narrowed, chin indignant. She'd changed her hair. Instead of the short, sleek, behind-the-ears style he remembered, she'd let it grow so a smooth, butter-colored curtain skimmed her shoulders. Not as smooth as when she'd first walked in, though. One side looked kind of poufy, as if someone had given her a noogie. Or she'd just rolled out of bed.

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Staying at Joe's 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 6 reviews.
AuthorKellyMoran More than 1 year ago
Allison Kincaid's boss has sent her on a mission to find Joe Gallahan and bring him back to the PR firm for a very important client. Millions of dollars and her job is on the line if she fails. Except her and Joe were more than just colleagues. Their out of office romance is what cost her a promotion last year. Joe agrees to help only if Allison stays for two weeks to help him restore his run-down motel. But wielding a hammer and working side by side again may just give them the second chance they both secretly crave, if only there weren't so many obstacles in their path. This was my first time reading Altman, and I'm pretty impressed. This wasn't a formulaic category romance. The conflict was solid, the back-stories were intriguing, the romance hot, the characters dimensional, the setting ideal, and the secondary characters hilarious. The book had a smooth pace, wanting me to keep reading, and Altman's writing style was both sweet and funny. My only quirk was secondary character, Marcus. Without throwing up a spoiler alert, I didn't feel being in his head added anything of substance we couldn't have gotten from the heroine or hero. Alas, recommended!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I received this ARC from Kathy Altman in exchange for an honest review. Goodness gracious. There is a lot to this book. So much more than I imagined when I first began. When we meet Allison and Joe they are very angry with each other and clearly have suffered some sort of misunderstanding. As the book develops, however, we learn that they were facing so much more than a simple misunderstanding. They both have inner demons that are bent on tormenting and sabotaging them. They have so much to make up for with each other and so much to work through on their own from their past. This isn't a book to shy away from the nitty gritty of life and it's problems. And, at times, this was difficult for me to read because I get rather attached to my characters and hate... hate... HATE for anything bad to ever happen to them. That being said, life is messy and watching them grow individually and as a couple made their happily ever after that much sweeter in the end. This is the perfect summer read. It's a well written, sweet, funny, slightly angsty, and heartfelt read. I loved the world Kathy Altman creates in the town of Castle Creek. All of the side characters and personalities make me wish it were a real place. You can bet I will be looking out for more books by this author both because of the quality of work and because of the small interaction I have had with this author (which impressed me as both an avid reader and person). So I would encourage you to give Staying at Joe's a try too
mariacstanowhite More than 1 year ago
What a delightful book, i found the quick wit and quirky lines excellent. What an entertaining read, Alison and joe definitely belonged together.....a highly recommended read.
kjwrites More than 1 year ago
The thing I like best about Kathy Altman’s books (Staying at Joe’s is the second book I’ve read by her) is she’s not afraid to take on serious issues. Both times I started reading her books, I thought no way would she be able to pull it off. She stacks impossible odds against her characters getting together, and then gives them insurmountable problems to individually overcome. On top of that, she manages to tell the story with grace and humor. Staying at Joe’s is a beautifully told story, and her characters will stay with me for a long time.
alleyoopmgv06 More than 1 year ago
This is the first book that I have read by Kathy Altman, but it will not be the last. This was a really great book, there were twists and turns, it was funny too. Kathy even offers the recipe of a chocolate cake with some questionable ingredients, but I now WANT to try it :D If you are looking for a fun read this is it! I am going to recommend this book to my friends.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent read! It was easy to get hooked. I can't wait to read more by Kathy.