A
MILE HIGH
Bethany-Kris
Copyright
© 2013
Chapter One
“Olivia, you can’t be serious!” I turned at the
angry voice behind me. My brother Josh, appearing livid as he took in the
hurricane-worthy mess my bedroom had turned into, stared back. “You can’t just up
and go for a week without some kind of notice.”
Like hell I couldn’t. I owned my own business, made
my own hours, and so long as the clients were satisfied and the end-product was
pleasing to the eye, I couldn’t see why I didn’t deserve a vacation.
“Yes, I damned well can,” I muttered. I tossed the
stark white bikini small enough to be considered scraps of string held together
by practically nothing at all, into my luggage and sighed. “Listen—”
“No, you listen,” he interrupted sharply with fingers
pointing at me. The infamous “bitch brow” I was known for made an appearance,
but Josh didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the sight. “We have that contract
due with The Haven, for their Web site, in a month. You still need to finish
the codes on that new blog’s final page. And Sylvia called yesterday, about the
issues with her customers being unable to see their finished orders before they
confirm purchases. We have a lot of work to do right now. This is not the time
for you to get in one of your moods, sis.”
“One of my moods?” I sneered, scoffing. He didn’t
have a fucking clue. I wished he would get one really fast, but instead, I felt
compelled to give it to him myself. “This isn’t just some mood. I have been
doing this for four years, Josh. I work hard, but I have no life and you know I
don’t. I want a week, that’s all, nothing more. I’ll even take my laptop with
me, and work on whatever I can while I’m there. Give me a break. I need one.”
His stance softened momentarily. “Could you at least
take twenty freaking minutes to work out whatever is wrong with Sylvia’s pages,
and then maybe fix it if possible?” The familiar green eyes that matched mine
rolled as he grumbled, “She keeps calling every time she loses an order on her Web
site to remind me that once again, it’s still not fixed. I’ve had it up to here
with her, honestly.”
“She pays really well,” I reminded him, trying
lamely to keep the haughty tone out of my voice. I’d warned him, after our
first meeting with that woman, that she would give us nothing but issues. It
was probably she who had done something to her own Web site that ended up
screwing her checkout page beyond her own repair. Generally, clients who allowed
me to manage their Web sites simply sent periodic e-mails on instructions and desired
changes, but not this client. Sighing, I looked at my watch. “I have to be at
the airport in an hour and a half. I’m not sure there’s time for me to fix it
today.”
My brother pulled out all his old tricks: big eyes,
pouting lip, and the nickname. “Liv… please .
One more late-night call with her waking us up, and Natalie’s threatened to
move out of the apartment.”
Boohoo
to you, is what I wanted to say.
His girlfriend could use a swift kick in the ass and
to be sent on her merry way, as far as I was concerned. Useless to the extreme,
lazy on a good day, and far too demanding and controlling of my brother,
Natalie hadn’t exactly met my nicer side yet, not that she ever would. Unless
of course she grew up and started acting like a woman who could take care of
herself and didn’t mooch off the hard-earned money my brother made working for
my Web design company.
“Come on.” Josh’s quiet voice brought me out of my
nasty thoughts. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“That,” he said, waving at me. “I say her name and
you get this look on your face like you just smelled something really bad.
She’s decent, Olivia, more than. I know you think because she’s twenty-four,
still hasn’t picked her major, and doesn’t have a part-time job that she isn’t
ever going to do a
MILE HIGH
Bethany-Kris
Copyright
© 2013
Chapter One
“Olivia, you can’t be serious!” I turned at the
angry voice behind me. My brother Josh, appearing livid as he took in the
hurricane-worthy mess my bedroom had turned into, stared back. “You can’t just up
and go for a week without some kind of notice.”
Like hell I couldn’t. I owned my own business, made
my own hours, and so long as the clients were satisfied and the end-product was
pleasing to the eye, I couldn’t see why I didn’t deserve a vacation.
“Yes, I damned well can,” I muttered. I tossed the
stark white bikini small enough to be considered scraps of string held together
by practically nothing at all, into my luggage and sighed. “Listen—”
“No, you listen,” he interrupted sharply with fingers
pointing at me. The infamous “bitch brow” I was known for made an appearance,
but Josh didn’t seem the least bit fazed by the sight. “We have that contract
due with The Haven, for their Web site, in a month. You still need to finish
the codes on that new blog’s final page. And Sylvia called yesterday, about the
issues with her customers being unable to see their finished orders before they
confirm purchases. We have a lot of work to do right now. This is not the time
for you to get in one of your moods, sis.”
“One of my moods?” I sneered, scoffing. He didn’t
have a fucking clue. I wished he would get one really fast, but instead, I felt
compelled to give it to him myself. “This isn’t just some mood. I have been
doing this for four years, Josh. I work hard, but I have no life and you know I
don’t. I want a week, that’s all, nothing more. I’ll even take my laptop with
me, and work on whatever I can while I’m there. Give me a break. I need one.”
His stance softened momentarily. “Could you at least
take twenty freaking minutes to work out whatever is wrong with Sylvia’s pages,
and then maybe fix it if possible?” The familiar green eyes that matched mine
rolled as he grumbled, “She keeps calling every time she loses an order on her Web
site to remind me that once again, it’s still not fixed. I’ve had it up to here
with her, honestly.”
“She pays really well,” I reminded him, trying
lamely to keep the haughty tone out of my voice. I’d warned him, after our
first meeting with that woman, that she would give us nothing but issues. It
was probably she who had done something to her own Web site that ended up
screwing her checkout page beyond her own repair. Generally, clients who allowed
me to manage their Web sites simply sent periodic e-mails on instructions and desired
changes, but not this client. Sighing, I looked at my watch. “I have to be at
the airport in an hour and a half. I’m not sure there’s time for me to fix it
today.”
My brother pulled out all his old tricks: big eyes,
pouting lip, and the nickname. “Liv… please .
One more late-night call with her waking us up, and Natalie’s threatened to
move out of the apartment.”
Boohoo
to you, is what I wanted to say.
His girlfriend could use a swift kick in the ass and
to be sent on her merry way, as far as I was concerned. Useless to the extreme,
lazy on a good day, and far too demanding and controlling of my brother,
Natalie hadn’t exactly met my nicer side yet, not that she ever would. Unless
of course she grew up and started acting like a woman who could take care of
herself and didn’t mooch off the hard-earned money my brother made working for
my Web design company.
“Come on.” Josh’s quiet voice brought me out of my
nasty thoughts. “Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“That,” he said, waving at me. “I say her name and
you get this look on your face like you just smelled something really bad.
She’s decent, Olivia, more than. I know you think because she’s twenty-four,
still hasn’t picked her major, and doesn’t have a part-time job that she isn’t
ever going to do a
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