Chapter 25
The passing executives gave me knowing smiles. “Good morning, Mrs. Holcomb,” they greeted respectfully.
“Good morning,” I responded with warm professionalism.
Tracy’s face fell. Pressing her lips into a thin line, she hurried toward the conference room.
Just as I reached my office, Jared emerged from his. His brows furrowed at my outfit–that familiar disapproval flashing across his face.
I ignored him. After last night, I had every right to be cold.
“I’m heading to a meeting,” he said, still making time to ask, “Want to do lunch later?”
I barely glanced back. “No, thanks. I’m having lunch with Melissa.”
Jared wasn’t accustomed to rejection, and my constant refusals clearly irritated him, though he could do little about it.
“Fine,” Jared said curtly before walking away.
I spent the morning handing over duties to the hotel managers, and then met Melissa for an early lunch at eleven.
Melissa kept eyeing every attractive guy in the place, desperately seeking that storybook–perfect romance.
I understood her panic, but kept advising patience.
“Victoria,” she fretted, “I’m 28 now, two years older than you. You’ve got a six–year–old daughter, while I’ve never even held hands. Seriously, what’s kissing like?”
I nearly choked on my coffee. Why was she asking me of all people about kissing?
“Bland and forgettable,” I remarked, lifting my cup.
Just as I finished speaking, a deep male laugh came from the table behind me.
I turned to see a man in a black shirt casually drinking coffee, looking like he was waiting for someone.
My pulse jumped–that was the same man Lloyd had fallen all over himself to impress at the reunion. What was he doing
here?
Melissa spotted him too. “Damn, he’s hot,” she mouthed at me.
I couldn’t tell if he was laughing at me or at some private thought.
Right then, another good–looking guy walked in and joined him.
“Hot guys always travel in packs,” Melissa whispered. “Just like us gorgeous girls.”
I choked back a laugh at her ridiculous self–praise.
My laughter must have caught his attention. He turned and fixed me with an intense stare.
Our eyes locked by accident, sending a strange flutter through my chest, like the first note of my favorite song catching me off guard.
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Chapter 25
Melissa was playing the delicate eater today–tiny bites, perfect posture. No question she’d noticed one of the guys behind us. Too bad she couldn’t work up the nerve to talk to him.
When Melissa nudged me to intervene, I shook my head. “I’m retired from men,” I said. “If you want him, go get him.”
Melissa got that my failed marriage had turned me off men completely. But she–never having been with anyone–still clung to her romantic fantasies. The challenge was getting his digits.
I excused myself to the restroom, settling the bill on the way. Coming out, I nearly collided with someone, sending their phone clattering to the floor.
That sickening crack hit me first. I grabbed the phone, stomach dropping at the spiderwebbed screen.
attractive.
“Yes, it is,” I said, turning back toward our table.
I stared at him. “You already told me that.”
My eyes widened as realization dawned. “That was you?”
I remembered that night–his luxury Mercedes–Benz and the way Lloyd had groveled. He didn’t look like someone who couldn’t afford school.
As I hesitated, he pressed the one thousand back into my palm. “You’ve done enough. It’s just a cracked screen. I’ll handle it.”

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