Emma bit her lip. She wasn’t sure she liked the idea of her coworkers wielding weaponry.
To her right, Marc snorted. “What is this, medieval mayhem? How is using a bow and arrow going to bond us?”
René frowned at the interruption. “I would ask that you please take this weekend and its activities seriously. Your employer has arranged for you to be here and expects results. You can only achieve the harmony of teamwork if you are open to the exercises.”
Giselle, in her typical flirtatious style, winked at their host. “I am fully prepared to embrace the possibilities, René.”
This declaration appeared to startle the man, and he rushed to continue highlighting the activities for their stay. Though she continued to keep one ear tuned to the orientation, Emma couldn’t help observing Cole and thinking about their brief conversation earlier. She had meant it when she’d said Julien was very thorough. She was sure he had weighed the options and done the appropriate research before sending them all on this retreat. But given how she had questioned his recent decision to merge his company with Reid Recruiting, she couldn’t help wondering if Julien was losing his edge.
And what if trying to force them all to bond with their new boss was a mistake?
CHAPTER FOUR
EMMA FELT THE tug and vibration of the tightrope beneath her and quickly redistributed her weight to accommodate the shift. Behind her, she sensed Aurora struggling, her arms flapping wildly. They were only a few inches off the ground, but it was still a struggle to remain balanced.
“Easy, easy...” René coached from the sidelines. “Work in harmony. Together.”
From farther down the line, Emma recognized Marc’s scoff. “Easy for you to say. You’re still on solid ground and not relying on these idiots to stay balanced!”
Emma inhaled sharply at Marc’s criticism but didn’t tear her eyes from Cole, whose back remained poised and straight in front of her. He made the exercise seem effortless, and she felt a swell of irritation at the sight.
From several feet away, René clucked his tongue at Marc in disapproval. “Monsieur, it is a team effort. You must anticipate each other’s movements, must be as one—”
“If you say ‘as one with the rope,’ I’m going to tear this thing off the stakes and strangle you with it.”
“Marc!” Emma blurted out, embarrassed by her coworker’s vehemence.
“It’s all right, René!” Emma heard Giselle call from farther down the line. “I’m sure you would do a much better job than Marc if you were to join us. Care to take his place?”
Emma tore her gaze from the task of balancing and shot it in René’s direction. She found him frowning in disapproval.
“You are all out of sync with each other. You must aim for cooperation. Understanding. Coordination. See how your boss holds his position?” René gave a nod of approval. “You must look to him as your example.”
Irritation flickered in Emma’s chest.
“Sacré bleu,” Marc muttered. “He has the easiest position in the entire line.”
For the first time since the exercise began, Emma saw Cole’s back stiffen in front of her. He turned his head to speak over his shoulder. “Want to switch places, Marc?”
“Absolutely.”
Marc jumped off the rope and to the ground so unexpectedly that the rest of them shifted and flailed, reaching out blindly to maintain a balance they could not re-create. One by one, they fell off the line and onto the ground mere inches below.
Cole was the last to waver, and if Emma hadn’t reached out without thinking, grabbing him to maintain her balance, he might have remained steady. Her momentary fumbling, though, caused him to stagger with the rest of them, and both she and Cole jumped to the ground at the same moment.
She stumbled, and he quickly turned and caught her, his hands firm but gentle on her waist to keep her upright.
“Careful there,” he murmured.
As she collected herself, she looked up into the concerned depths of his hazel eyes. She stared for a moment, caught in his watchful gaze. She jerked to awareness seconds later as she realized how tightly she gripped his forearms and how his hands remained on her waist.
“Oh, um, thanks,” she muttered and released him. His own hands dropped back to his sides.
“No problem. I guess we all need a bit more practice.”
“Not me.”
Emma turned away from Cole to see Marc dusting off his pants. “I am done with these circus acts.”
“Marc,” Cole said, his tone soft but warning. “Julien sent us here for a reason.”
“Well, then, Julien can come out here himself and see what a waste of time this is. How is balancing on a tightrope going to improve how we work together? The rest of us have known each other for years. No offense, Cole,” he rushed to add, “but wouldn’t the company be better served if we each devoted ourselves to what we’re already good at?”
René grumbled. “My program is of the highest caliber. It works, if you only give it a chance.”
“I just did, and I can’t say I was impressed.”
Emma watched as René’s mouth flattened to a straight line. “With such attitudes, it takes time to form the bond.”
Emma caught Giselle’s eye and saw her own concern reflected in her friend’s gaze. Cole must have seen it, too.
“René, would you be so kind a host as to give the rest of the group a quick tour of the other activities here while I have a word alone with Marc?”
René’s expression remained peeved.
“Please, René,” Emma spoke up, “I know we would all love to see what other opportunities there are in a course such as this.”
Her plea seemed to soften their host slightly.
“I thought the rope bridge looked fun,” Aurora added.
“My kids would go crazy here,” Louis put in. “They’d love it.”
Giselle sealed the deal by moving to René’s side and tugging at his stiff arm until she could weave her own through it. “Of course, you must show us!”
He finally relaxed. “Very well, if that is what you wish. Please, follow me.”
Aurora and Louis trailed after Giselle and René, but Emma lingered for a moment.
“You, too, Emma,” Cole said. “Join the others. Marc and I will be along shortly.”
Emma’s gaze shifted between the two men, from Marc’s sour expression to Cole’s neutral one. She gave a little shrug, decided it was Cole’s job to see to Marc and followed the others, refusing to allow herself a backward glance.
* * *
COLE WATCHED UNTIL he was certain the others were out of earshot, and then he turned his full attention to Marc.
“Not a fan of the tightrope, huh?”
“Children’s games,” Marc spat.
Cole shrugged and then crouched down to test the tautness of the rope. He tugged on it and watched as it vibrated from the touch. He sensed Marc watching him so he turned his head and looked up.
“You have to admit, though, it’s not a bad exercise. Trying to get us to work in rhythm? It’s a good icebreaker, a nice method to get you comfortable around your new boss.”
Marc appeared slightly chastened. “My apologies. You are not the problem.”
Cole stood