PRAISE FOR
What You Need
“Deliciously real, modern, hot and funny.”
—Katy Evans, New York Times bestselling author
“Relentless chemistry and sizzling romance make this book a must-read!”
—Laura Kaye, New York Times bestselling author
“This refreshing new series by James is a tender excursion into the lives of an uptight billionaire and a company employee.”
—RT Book Reviews
“Fun, sweet and sexy. Lorelei James captures the angst and anticipation of a slow-burn family-run-office romance with engaging characters. . . . Fans of Jaci Burton and Shiloh Walker will enjoy What You Need.”
—Harlequin Junkie
“If you’re looking for a quick, sexy read, this one is definitely for you. I can’t wait for the next! Well-done, Lorelei James! Very well-done.”
—The Reading Cafe
“The characters are perfect; the romance is perfect and takes things step-by-step. Not too rushed, not too slow. . . . This is a series I’ll be looking forward to seeing more of soon!”
—Under the Covers Book Blog
“[James] has blown me away with a beautiful romance that is sexy and sweet, and I loved every second of it!”
—Guilty Pleasures Book Reviews
PRAISE FOR THE OTHER NOVELS OF LORELEI JAMES
“Filled with unforgettable characters, fiery passions and an all-encompassing love story, it’s a must-read.”
—Tara Sue Me, New York Times bestselling author
“Her sexy cowboys are to die for!”
—Maya Banks, New York Times bestselling author
“Sweet, seductive and romantic . . . an emotional ride filled with joy, angst, laughs and a wonderful happily-ever-after.”
—Jaci Burton, New York Times bestselling author
“[James] never forgets to bolster the story with plenty of emotional power.”
—Publishers Weekly
“A fascinating read.”
—RT Book Reviews
Also by Lorelei James
The Need You Series
WHAT YOU NEED
JUST WHAT I NEEDED
ALL YOU NEED
WHEN I NEED YOU
The Blacktop Cowboys® Series
CORRALLED
SADDLED AND SPURRED
WRANGLED AND TANGLED
ONE NIGHT RODEO
TURN AND BURN
HILLBILLY ROCKSTAR
WRAPPED AND STRAPPED
HANG TOUGH
RACKED AND STACKED
The Mastered Series
BOUND
UNWOUND
SCHOOLED (DIGITAL NOVELLA)
UNRAVELED
CAGED
A JOVE BOOK
Published by Berkley
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Copyright © 2019 by LJLA, LLC
Excerpt from When I Need You by Lorelei James copyright © 2017 by LJLA, LLC
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CONTENTS
Praise for Lorelei James
Also by Lorelei James
Title Page
Copyright
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-one
Chapter Twenty-two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Epilogue
Excerpt from When I Need You
About the Author
Prologue
Chicago (AP)—Jaxson “Stonewall” Lund announced his retirement from the NHL at a press conference held in conjunction with the Blackhawks organization. The statement, read by Lund himself, immediately ended speculation that the all-star defenseman was a possible trade option to the Minnesota Wild. “I’m proud to have spent my entire professional career with the Chicago Blackhawks, and retiring from this sport that has given me so much is bittersweet. The amazing Blackhawks coaching staff formed me into the player who could help bring the Stanley Cup to Chicago three times. I’m grateful for the fans who supported us year in, year out, in memorable seasons and those seasons we all wish we could forget. I’m thankful to my teammates, not only for their fierceness and loyalty on the ice, but for friendships we built year round. In a perfect world I could play another decade, but I’m no Gordie Howe. As much as I’ll miss being a Chicago Blackhawks hockey player, I’m looking forward to returning home to Minneapolis, reconnecting with my family and starting the next chapter of my life.”
One
LUCY
Mommy. What time will Daddy get here?”
Whenever the hell he feels like it.
Not an answer I could give my precocious eight-year-old daughter, even when it was the truth. “He said after six. Since it’s now six fifteen, he’ll be here at any moment.”
Mimi sighed heavily. Then she kicked her legs up and hung upside down from the back of the chair, balancing on her hands. It was obvious to everyone she inherited her natural athleticism from her father. Embarrassingly I was one of those people who trip over their own feet . . . and everyone else’s.
“You sure that hanging like a monkey in a tree won’t upset your stomach?” I asked her. “Or give you a headache? I’d hate for you to miss an overnight with your dad.”
“I have to practice so being upside down doesn’t make me sick,” she replied with another sigh, as if I should’ve already known that.
“Ah. So what are you practicing for this week?”
“It’s between a trapeze artist or an ice skater. If I decide to have a partner I’ll have to be used to being upside down.”
Last month Mimi wanted to be an astronaut. The month before that a dolphin trainer. While I’ve always told her that sh
e can be whatever she wants to be when she grows up, it’s exhausting finding an activity that holds her attention. After spending money on dance lessons, gymnastics classes, martial arts classes, T-ball, soccer club, fencing, swim team, tennis lessons, golf lessons and horseback riding lessons, I’d put my foot down and said no new organized activities. If none of those worked then she needed to wait until she was older to try others.
Still, I feared she’d play the guilt card and I’d find myself buying tickets to the circus, a Cirque du Soleil show or a Disney on Ice program. Or . . . maybe . . .
“I’m sure your dad would love to take you to a performance.” Not really dirty pool—Mimi’s father, Jaxson Lund, was a member of the billionaire Lund family as well as a highly paid former pro hockey player, so money had never been an issue for him. And there was nothing he loved more than humoring Mimi’s requests, even if it was to alleviate the guilt that he’d missed being a regular presence in her life for most of her life.
The doorbell pealed and Mimi squealed, “I’ll get it!” twisting her lithe little body sideways from the chair to land lightly on her feet, agile as a cat.
I heard her disengage the locks and yell, “Daddy! I thought you’d never get here.”
He laughed. That sweet indulgent laugh he only had for our daughter. “I missed you too, Mimi.”
“I got my stuff all packed. I’m ready to go now.”
Without saying good-bye to me? That stung. But I sucked it up and started toward the entryway.
“Sure. Just let me get the all clear from your mom first.”
Then Jaxson Lund and I nearly collided as we turned the corner simultaneously.
His big hands circled my upper arms to steady me.
I had to tilt my head back to look at him as he towered over me by almost a foot.
It was unfair that my ex actually looked better now than he did when he and I met a decade ago. His dark hair was shorter—no more long locks befitting the bad-boy defenseman of the NHL. No scruffy beard, just the smooth skin of his outlandishly square jaw and muscled neck. His eyes were clear, not bloodshot as I’d usually seen them, making those turquoise-hued eyes the most striking feature on his face . . . Besides that damn smile. Hockey players were supposed to have teeth missing from taking a puck or two hundred to the face. I knew Jax had a partial, but he’d never removed it when we were together. The lips framing that smile were both soft and hard. Druggingly warm and soft when pressed into a kiss, but cold and hard when twisting into a cruel sneer. A sneer I’d been on the receiving end of many times.
That shook me out of my musings about Jax’s amazing physical attributes.
“Hey, Luce.”
Jax had called me Luce from the first—a joke between us because I warned him I wasn’t loose and wouldn’t sleep with him on the first date. An inside joke made me feel special—he made me feel special—until I realized Jaxson Lund used that killer smile and those gorgeous twinkling eyes as a weapon on every woman he wanted to bang the boards with; there wasn’t anything special about me.
I forced a smile. “Jaxson. How are you?”
He retreated at my cool demeanor and dropped his hands. “I’m fine. You’re looking well.”
And people thought we couldn’t be civil to each other. “Thanks. You too.”
“Anything I should know before Meems and I take off?”
Meems. He’d given our daughter another nickname, even when Mimi was already the shortened version of Milora Michelle. “Nothing worth mentioning. She’s been looking forward to this all week.”
Those beautiful eyes narrowed. “So don’t disappoint her, right?”
“Right.”
“Luce. I’m not—”
“Daddy, come on. Are we goin’ or what?” Mimi demanded.
“We’re goin’, impatient one.” Jaxson hauled her up and cocked her on his hip with seemingly little effort, because his eyes never left mine. “We can do the switch back at the Lund Industries thing on Sunday afternoon?”
“You’ll be there?”
“I work there, remember?”
In the past six months since Jax had joined the family business, I’d hardly seen him hustling around the building in a suit and tie, so I had no idea what his actual job title was. As far as I could tell, he didn’t “work” there like I did. Sunday’s event was a retirement party for a woman I doubted he knew personally. “I’m surprised. I wasn’t aware that you knew Lola.”
“The poor woman was tasked with getting me up to speed on all departments when I started at LI. I’d still be aimlessly wandering the halls if not for her.”
“Lola will be missed, that’s for sure. So if you want to bring Mimi’s things on Sunday, that’ll work. I planned on going for the two hours.”
“Sounds like a plan. Speaking of . . . what are your plans for the weekend?”
None of your business. “Oh, this and that. Mimi has more things planned for you two than you could fit into two weeks, say nothing of two days.”
His dark eyebrow winged up. “Now I’m taking that as a personal challenge.”
Mimi held her arms out for a hug. “Bye, Mommy.”
“Bye, wild one. Behave, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Promise to call me tomorrow sometime.”
She sighed heavily. “I’d call you all the time if I had my own cell phone.”
I chuckled. “Nice try. Use Daddy’s phone. Or Grandma Edie’s.”
“But all of my friends have iPhones.”
“Eight-year-olds do not need a cell phone.” I sent Jaxson a stern look as a reminder not to swoop in and buy her one just because he could. Then I kissed her cheek. “Love you, Mimi.”
“Love you too.”
Jaxson gathered Mimi’s stuff with her chattering away at him like she always did. I wondered how much of it he paid attention to.
Not my concern. I’d had to learn to let go of a lot of my issues with Jaxson’s parenting style since he’d returned permanently to Minneapolis.
I waved good-bye and locked the door behind them.
* * *
• • •
As I readied myself for my first date with Damon, my thoughts scrolled back to the first time I’d met Jaxson Lund a decade ago . . .
I’d left work early to take my mother to the doctor. After I’d dropped her off at her place, I pulled into one of those super fancy deluxe car washes that offered one-hour detailing inside and out. Winter in the Twin Cities meant tons of road salt and freeway grime, and my poor car needed TLC. Not that my Toyota Corolla was anything fancy, but it’d been a major purchase for me after I’d graduated from college. My first new car, and I took good care of it.
With an hour to kill, I grabbed a magazine and a Diet Mountain Dew. The lobby wasn’t jam-packed with other customers—which was a total contradiction to the lines of cars outside—but I embraced the quiet for a change and settled in.
My alone time lasted about five minutes. A guy blew in—the wind was blustery, but not nearly as blustering as the man yakking on his cell phone at a thousand decibels.
“Peter. I told you I’m happy to stay at the same salary.” Pause. “Why? Because a salary freeze for a year isn’t the end of the world for me. Especially if that means they can use that extra money to lure the kind of D-man we need.”
I rolled my eyes and wished I’d brought my earbuds.
“No. What it speaks to isn’t that I’m not worth more money. It shows that I’m a team player.”
I tried to ignore the annoying man. But he paced in front of me, forcing me to listen to him as well as watch his jean-clad legs nearly brush my knees as his hiking boots beat a path in the carpet. From the reflection in the glass that allowed customers to see their cars going through the automated portion of the car wash, I knew he was a big man; tall, at least six foot four, with wide
shoulders, long arms and long legs.
And huge lungs, because his voice continued to escalate. His pace increased. He gestured wildly with the hand not holding the phone. He couldn’t see me scowling at him, as his head was down and his baseball cap put his face in shadow. Not that he’d looked my way even one time to see if his loud, one-sided conversation might be bothering me.
Look at me, look at me! My job is so crucial that I can’t even go to the car wash without dealing with such pressing matters.
Ugh. I hated when people acted inconsiderate and self-important.
He stopped moving. “Fine. It’s stupid as shit, but an increase of one dollar if it’ll make you happy to have on record that my salary went up again this year. I’ll let you keep one hundred percent of that dollar instead of your usual twenty percent commission.” Pause. “Do you hear me laughing? Look. I’m done with this convo, Peter. Call me after the trade is over. Bye.”
I flipped through a couple of pages.
He sighed and shoved his phone in his back pocket. Then I sensed him taking in his surroundings for the first time. The lack of customers, no car going through the car wash to entertain him.
Please don’t assume I’ll entertain you. He was definitely that type of guy.
I silently willed him to go away. But I’ll be damned if the man didn’t plop down on the bench directly across from me. I felt his gaze moving up my legs from my heeled suede boots to where the hem of my wool skirt ended above my knees.
Continuing to ignore him, I thumbed another magazine page and took a swig of my soda.
“Ever have one of those days?” he asked me.
The smart response would’ve been no response. I’m not sure what compelled me to say, “One of those days where you’re enjoying a rare moment of quiet and some rude guy destroys it with an obnoxiously loud phone conversation? Why yes, ironically enough, I am having one of those days right now.”
Silence.
Then he laughed. A deep rumble of amusement that had me glancing up at him against my better judgment.