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on her back was lightly insistent, but he wasn’t causing her any pain, except for a sensation of awareness, something she didn’t really understand since she’d never felt it before.

If she weren’t feeling so miserable, she might have laughed at the idea of a man so large being this gentle. She couldn’t see much from underneath his suit but anyone this tall probably couldn’t be considered gentle. Even with her low heeled shoes, her head didn’t reach his shoulder so he quite literally, towered over her. And he certainly wasn’t taking no for an answer, she thought with a slight frown.

Suddenly, the noise from the cabs and the masses of people walking along the streets of the early afternoon were gone. He’d pulled her into a restaurant, one of those expensive places that let a patron watch the chaos outside while enjoying absolute peace and tranquility inside. Her mind barely registered the crisp, white linen table cloths and dark, expensive wood as he guided her through the main dining room to a table tucked away in the back. He pulled out a chair for her and ordered her to sit and Lana was just too grateful for the relative privacy and the ability to simply release the emotions she couldn’t contain any longer.

She heard him mumble something behind her but couldn’t hear the words. Then he sat down next to her and waited while she continued to cry. She sobbed out all of her frustrations, her fears, the insecurity of what and how she was going to accomplish the next step in her life, unsure of exactly what that next step would even be. It was two years ago all over again. The day Drew had walked out on her had been particularly awful but this day easily made it into second place.

She had no idea how long she sat there and cried, but finally, the sobs seemed to wear down. With one more swipe, she used the napkin, the handkerchief completely drenched by now and discarded onto the table next to her. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her head, closed her eyes. Then another deep breath. She started to feel a little more in control and she lifted her shoulders, attempting to release some of the tension that was tightening her muscles. One more deep breath, inhale, exhale, she commanded of her body.

The ritual still worked, she thought to herself and opened her eyes. Chapter 2

Wow! Her first thought as she looked across the table at the handsome man watching her was one of stunned, incredible awe.

The man sitting next to her bewildered her. He was huge! She had no idea how tall he was, but his shoulders were massive. Since he was leaning back in his chair and his suit jacket had fallen open, one arm braced against the empty chair to his left, she could see that the wide shoulders and obviously muscular chest tapered to a narrow waist and his long legs were stretched out in front of him, his ankles crossed over one another.

And he was gorgeous! Goodness, she had been crying for the past…who knows how long...while this handsome man sat there and waited? Good grief! How embarrassing!

Realizing that her mouth had been hanging open as she examined this stranger, she closed it abruptly and glanced away, embarrassed beyond anything to find herself in this awkward position. “Um….thank you,” she said finally, getting her mind to function. “I apologize for being so silly,” she got out and looked down at her hands, folding them in her lap and taking another deep breath.

“Don’t worry about the apology,” he said, his voice deep and velvety. He leaned forward and looked into her pretty, soft, blue eyes. “Tell me why you were crying. I’m sure its a fascinating story and I’m eager to hear it.”

Victor Davenport watched in fascination as the tiny, prim woman with beautiful eyes that showed her every thought and lips that were full and luscious, tried to pull herself together. The tears were still in her eyes and on her long, dark lashes, but she was valiantly fighting them now. He wasn’t sure which had caught his attention first, her cute, sexy little bottom in the prim, plaid skirt, or the curtain of long, brown hair that fell down her back, dancing around her as if she were some sort of mermaid out of the water.

It was odd, he thought to himself as he watched the emotions flit across her features, he