then he vanished like a ghost and took her heart right along with him. And her confidence, which was doubly low because she never knew if a guy wanted her for her or the billions of dollars she was worth.
It didn’t matter, not really. Rory was content with her life. Why shouldn’t she be? Her business was booming and she had great friends and family. She didn’t need anything else. Nope. Nothing at all.
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Hunter Brandt sat behind several large computer screens inside the dungeon known as his home office staring at photos of her . He should feel like a creepy stalker, but he didn’t. He had never forgotten her, not in all the years they’d been apart, but he knew chances were slim that she would ever forgive him for what he’d done to her that summer before they turned seventeen. Even if he did have a damn good excuse.
Staring at the most recent photographs of her, Hunter had to wonder if there was a man in her life making her face light up with laughter. As good as he was with a computer, he hadn’t been able to find any indication that she had gotten married or even that she was in a relationship. Hell, there weren’t even any photos of her with any men who weren’t her brother, cousin or uncle. He couldn’t believe it. A beautiful, vibrant woman like the girl he used to know would have men beating down her door. But he would trust his information and worry about that later. Much later.
He’d made the decision a year ago to move back to his hometown and actually made the move about six months ago. In fact, when he’d finally worked up the courage to look Rory up, he’d purchased the house after just a few cursory glances online so he would have the perfect excuse to use her services. Right now, he only had necessities, which he was sure would appall her professional decorating sensitivities. That’s what made his plan perfect. Thanksgiving was over and Christmas was just a few weeks away, which meant Rory wouldn’t have a lot of time to get his house done to her high standards…without spending a lot of time with him.
He would use the time he did have—mere weeks—to bring Rory back to him. They would spend time together, laugh together, have fun and maybe, hopefully , exchange a few heated looks and engage in some first-class flirting that would eventually remind her of all the great times they’d had together. Before he’d vanished from her life.
Hunter was under no illusions about what it would take to win Rory back. There would be apologizing, probably groveling, pleading and flat-on-his-knees begging. It didn’t matter. He would do it all because it was the absolute least he could do. He owed Rory a lot—more than even she knew yet—and he would do whatever it took to her to give a much-undeserved second chance.
“Hey Boss, do you want me to come in tomorrow for your meeting with the decorator?” Cecilia stood timidly in the doorway of his office and waited for his answer.
“No!” Hunter turned around. “No Cecilia, I can handle this myself thanks. I’ll call you if I need you to come in at all tomorrow, but don’t expect to hear from me. There’s a lot to be done on this house.” He smiled politely to take the sting off his initial refusal. “You should focus on making sure the guys are on schedule for a January release of the new app.”
She leaned against the wall and twirled a brown curl around her finger. “You know, I could help you decorate this place. I know your style pretty well.”
Hunter looked at her as though searching for something. “That’s not your job, Cecilia, and I’d never take advantage of you that way.”
Her shoulders slumped but Hunter had already refocused on his bank of monitors and didn’t notice her disappointment at his words. Cecilia took advantage of is distracted state and stared at him, longing blazing in her eyes. But she could see him daydreaming again, about what she had no idea, so she turned on her kitten heels and walked