The Dysfunctional Affair
The Dysfunctional Affair
Hadena James
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This book is a work of fiction. Any names, places, characters, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination and are purely fictitious. Any resemblances to any persons, living or dead, are completely coincidental.
Hadena James
Copyright © by Hadena James 2013
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Acknowledgments
Thanks to Jason and Mollie for letting me work.
Huge thanks to Eliza Bay, my content editor and Krissy Smith, the proof reader for their work on this book.
Prologue
Vacation Blues
Danes & a Roommate
Shopping Woes
Kidnapped
Home Again, Home Again
Melina Visits
The Marriage Theory
Hangovers
The Arrival
The Other Arrival
Tahiti Meets Russia
Amanda Reed
Brother #3
Oleg Borisovich
Weird Behaviors, Normal Day
Wedding Plans
Also By
About Me
Prologue
My life is a disaster of my own making. Well, that isn’t entirely true, I have help from time to time in the disaster area. For example, on any given day, it is possible that a particular someone will try to run me down with a car. It is also possible that the Russian mob will show up at my door. Or worse, that my mother and her sisters will show up at my door.
Vacation Blues
My cell phone rang. I checked the flashing caller ID and grudgingly hit the talk button.
“This is Nadine,” I said quietly.
“How was Russia?” Zeke Laroche asked.
“Beautiful, magnificent, breath-taking, amazing,” I paused, “if you give me a second I can probably come up with some more adjectives, but they won’t do it justice.”
“I get the picture. I need to talk to you.”
“Uh, today’s not good; I have tons of things to do.” This was the truth; I’d been in the office three days, and hadn’t gotten anything done. Even my email had been left unread. I knew I had a case of the vacation blues, but wasn’t sure what to do about it. I’d bawled on the return flight, hating the idea of leaving Russia.
“I’m sure you do.” The door to my office opened. Zeke stepped inside, squeezing the phone closed. “But Lucy says you haven’t sent her a single email all week, so you obviously aren’t looking at them.”
He checked the ceiling before taking a seat across from my desk. This had become standard operating procedure since a pencil fell down, hitting Anthony in the head.
“What’s up?” I sighed, resigning myself to the task of talking.
“You haven’t read your email.”
“Sure I have.”
“Liar, if you’d read it, you’d know I was currently homeless.”
“Oh, yeah, about that,” I groped for something to say. I hadn’t read a single piece of email and had no idea what he was talking about. “I’m sorry about the fire; did you manage to save anything?”
“What?” Zeke shook his head and closed his eyes, a smile curling up the corners of his mouth. “My house didn’t burn down.”
“Oh, was it flooded?” I folded my hands on the desk. Zeke shook his head again. “Infested by termites, rats, maggots, in-laws, ghosts, poltergeists, zombies?” He shook his head at each of these suggestions, the smile wider as my suggestions became more ridiculous.
“You aren’t even close.”
“All right, why are you homeless?”
“Denise tossed me out about six months ago. I’ve been living in an apartment, but the neighbors are complaining about the hours I keep. I need a place to stay for a while.”
“Did you ask Sebastian?”
“Yes, he’s sleeping on Jacob’s couch. His girlfriend tossed him out too.”
“Oh, well, what can I do?”
“You have three extra bedrooms. I could rent one from you for a while.”
“Me?” I frowned harder. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, I mean I am your boss.”
“Nobody cares; several suggested I contact you about a room.”
“Why?” I couldn’t hide the surprise.
“I can’t tell you.” Zeke smiled.
“Well, who said it?”
“Again I can’t tell you that. If I tell you, you’ll get pissed off and spend the next three weeks bitching at everyone and giving them shitty assignments.”
“Oh, come on, you’re killing me. I have to know what they said. I promise not to get mad. If you don’t tell me, it’s going to drive me crazy.” I have enough curiosity to kill at least fifteen cats. I really hate it when people allude to things, and then don’t tell me what it is.
“Well, if you sign a contract about leasing me a room for six months, I could probably tell you what they said. But, you have to sign the contract first.”
“That’s blackmail.” I pushed the intercom button.
Lucy appeared with a small stack of papers. She set them down on the desk, directly in front of me.
“We typed the contract last week,” Lucy pointed where I was supposed to sign.
“Fine.” I quickly glanced at it, signed where indicated and passed it to Zeke. He also signed. “Now you have to tell me who said what.”
Lucy raised an eyebrow. “I said that you needed a roommate and babysitter and that if Zeke wanted to stay with you, he’d have to blackmail you into signing the papers. Then during last week’s staff meeting, a couple of people said, ‘stay with Nadine, she has tons of room.’” She smiled as she exited the room.
Zeke stood up. “Sorry, Nadine, but it’s been a bad week. I had to do something.”
He also left. I sat there, pissed that I’d been tricked by the two of them. I tossed a pencil at the ceiling and watched as the eraser hit the tile and fell back down. It landed, lead first, on a stack of folders. The top folder was marked “if you don’t read these soon, I’m going to superglue them to the windows of the Hummer.” I grabbed the folder, pretty sure that Lucy was serious about the superglue. That would be impossible to clean up.
Right on top of the stack was an agenda for a staff meeting. I looked over it. It didn’t sound all that important. I pushed the intercom button again.
Lucy immediately returned to the room, carrying a clipboard, taking the seat that Zeke had vacated. Her face was pleasant and she seemed amused. She noticed the folder in my hands.
“No, you may not reschedule the staff meeting,” she said taking a seat.
I shook my head, “Why not?”
“Do you have any idea how hard it is to get a time when at least fifteen people can attend a meeting? There are some scheduling conflicts that need to be ironed out, some general grievances about current working accommodations, ideas for the next office party, ideas for the summer picnic, the current lawsuit, the publicity we’ve been receiving, the stepping up of our own security until the publicity goes away, ideas about a press release in an attempt to divert attention from our work and your lieutenants would like a follow up staff meeting regarding safety and your ideas on what to do for the people you’ve helped. I think that about covers it.”
I scanned the agenda and saw none of those items. “Did we print a fake agenda?” I asked suspiciously.
“Yes, t
here was a disagreement about whether you would try to take the day off if you found out what was going to be discussed.”
I nodded my head; it was a pretty slick trick. I would have to remember it.
“Huh, well, I’m working at getting over my vacation blues. I have every intention of being there.”
Lucy smiled, “So you can’t think of an excuse to run away.”
“Nope, not a one,” I smiled back at her. I crumbled the agenda and threw it in the general direction of my recycle bin.
The staff meeting was regarding a woman named Amanda Reed. A year earlier, Alex Zeitzev and I had helped her disappear. She was in an abusive relationship. What we hadn’t known at the time was that she had stolen money before we picked her up. At the moment, we didn’t know where the threats were coming from nor how much had been stolen. We also couldn’t figure out how they knew Alex and I were involved. Now, we were getting death threats. It was part of the reason for my vacation to Russia. My family had connections there, connections that others steered clear of. It had been the safest place for me to be.
I made it through the staff meeting, but was very tired afterwards. Staff meetings were rough. When everyone is an alpha, there’s a lot of talking over each other. I leaned back in my chair and felt my eyelids droop. I hoped a pencil didn’t fall on my head while I napped
My nerves suddenly awoke with a panic that comes from being seriously startled. Adrenaline surged through body; my ears seemed to pick up every sound. It was the sound of light footsteps that had put me into hyper alert mode. I stood up from my chair and drew my gun, footsteps that light and slow were probably a bad thing. If it turned out to be nothing, I’d apologize later.
The doorknob gave a slight rattle as the