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herself. That she would have ended it sooner if only she’d had the courage. And in a way, Paige wished she would have. She couldn’t imagine ever being so weak that the loss of the man she loved could make her give up on life, and the welfare of her child.

      She loved her mother, but Fiona Adams had been weak and fragile. All the things Paige swore she would never be.

      “That must have been tough,” Brandon said.

      “I hadn’t seen her in quite some time, and I was so busy with school I didn’t really have time to be upset. I was a junior at UCLA and working to maintain a 4.0 GPA.”

      “Lofty goal.”

      “I had to keep my GPA up to keep my scholarship.”

      “Full ride?” he asked.

      “Four years.”

      He sipped his beer. “You must be pretty smart.”

      He sounded impressed, like maybe he didn’t meet a lot of smart people. “The hard work paid off. I graduated with honors and landed a job with one of the most prestigious event planning firms in San Diego.”

      “So how did you end up in Vista del Mar?”

      “San Diego was pretty expensive for someone just starting out and my boss happened to own a rental place here. I liked the area so much that when I branched out on my own, I decided to base my business here, too.”

      “What made you decide to start your own business?”

      She sipped her wine and said, “You ask a lot of questions.”

      He fished a nut from the bowl on the table and popped it in his mouth. “I’m curious by nature.”

      He was adorable enough to get away with it, and he listened with the kind of earnest, rapt attention that said he really cared. He seemed genuinely interested in knowing more about her.

      “I was responsible for bringing in some of the firm’s highest billing clients,” she said. “Yet I was only seeing a fraction of the profit.”

      “So it was about money.”

      “Partially. I also wanted to branch out into image consulting, as well. And the truth is, I prefer to be in control.” And it sure hadn’t been easy. The high-end clients she was landing in her old job preferred the prestige and reputation of a larger firm. In the two years since she’d started Premier Image and Planning, Hannah’s Hope was by far her largest, most prestigious account to date. The gala would draw in the organization’s wealthiest contributors, including politicians and Hollywood celebrities. If she pulled it off without a hitch, and word got around, it could be the big break she’d been hoping for. So in essence, this single event could shape the entire future of her company.

      “Sounds like you’ve done well for yourself,” Brandon said.

      “I’ve worked hard.”

      “How long have you worked with Hannah’s Hope?”

      “Since February.”

      “You’re friends with Ana Rodriguez and Emma Worth?”

      “No, I met Ana through a business contact. I coordinated a wedding for a friend of hers. She was impressed, and when she was looking for someone to plan the gala she remembered me. Emma I don’t know well at all.”

      “How much do you know about Hannah’s Hope?”

      “Other than what they do for the community, and the information I need for the gala, not much. Why do you ask?”

      “Just curious,” he said, and gestured to Billie, who was taking an order a few booths down. Several more booths and tables had filled with customers since they sat down. “So, what do you do for fun?”

      Hadn’t they already covered this? “I don’t really have time for fun.”

      “What do you do on your days off?”

      “I don’t take days off.”

      His brow rose. “Are you telling me you work seven days a week?”

      “Typically, yes.” She lifted her glass and realized she’d already sipped her way to the bottom. She hadn’t meant to drink it so fast.

      “Everyone needs a day off now and then,” he said.

      “It’s not as if I don’t ever take a day off. It’s just that my business is at a crucial stage right now. The Hannah’s Hope gala could make or break my career.”

      That seemed to surprise him. “It’s that important?”

      “Absolutely. With Ana’s fiancé, Ward Miller, involved, and his name behind the organization, there will be music executives and Hollywood people attending. That’s exactly the clientele I need to target in order to expand my company.”

      “I didn’t realize it would be that big of a deal,” he said, looking like the idea made him a little nervous.

      “Don’t worry. You’ll do fine. I’ll have you so well prepared, no one will ever guess you’ve never been in the public eye.”

      Billie appeared and set two more drinks in front of them.

      “Thanks, Billie,” Brandon said.

      When had he ordered these? “You said one drink,” she reminded him, glancing at the time on her phone. She’d already been away from the office longer than she should have.

      “You’re not enjoying my company?” he asked.

      No, she was definitely enjoying it. For some reason, she felt comfortable talking to Brandon. Maybe because he really listened. She even liked the nervous, fidgety feeling she got when he studied her with those ocean-blue eyes. Even though it was wrong in more ways than she cared to consider. But a girl could fantasize, couldn’t she? She could imagine how it would feel to be close to him. Even if it could never happen.

      She had a plan. Her life was mapped out and there just wasn’t a place for a man like Brandon. Although it sure would be fun to squeeze him in for a night or two. But everything inside of her was saying that would be a bad idea.

      “I didn’t say that,” she said. “I just have a lot of work to do.”

      “What would happen if you didn’t work tonight?”

      “I’m not sure what you mean.”

      “Would your business crumble? Would the world come to an end?”

      Now he was being ridiculous. “Of course not.”

      He reached across the table and covered her hand with his much larger one, fixing his gaze on her.

       Oh, boy.

      The look in his eyes, the warmth of his rough palm was doing funny things to her insides. To her head. How long had it been since a man’s touch made her feel this way?

      Way too long.

      “Don’t go back to work,” he said, his eyes so warm and earnest she melted on the spot. “Spend the rest of the evening with me.”

      Three

      Brandon knew he had her.

      When he touched Paige’s hand he could see her resolve draining away. Although he wasn’t sure why he was so intent on getting her to hang around when it was clear that he wasn’t going to get any information out of her in regard to the inner workings of Hannah’s Hope. So why not cut her loose right now?

      Because maybe what he’d told her about being lonely wasn’t an exaggeration. He hadn’t had a whole lot of female companionship lately. Hell, he hadn’t so much as looked at a woman since he caught Ashleigh with his now ex-foreman going at it in the stable two days before their wedding last winter.

      But he liked Paige.

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