Sylvia Donovan is emotionally wounded from the unexpected death of her husband and still haunted by their last conversation: his request for a divorce and his confession of love for another woman. Her husband gone, her only daughter off to college, Sylvia faces the challenges of learning to live alone and move on with her life.
Vince Wilshire, enchanted with Sylvia, is more than willing to do what it takes to capture the heart of the hurting and untrusting Sylvia.
Can he help her forget the past and make her believe in love again?
Ready for a break, Vince glanced out the window and noticed a car pulling into the parking lot. Familiar with his lunch appointment’s vehicle, he shut down his computer and exited his office.
“Knox, are you in?” He strolled the few steps to his boss’s door.
“What’s up?” Knox lifted his gaze from the work on his desk.
“I’m sorry again for not being able to go to lunch with you and Sylvia today.” Vince leaned back against the doorframe and crossed his arms over his chest.
“I’ve been informed the lady has other plans. The other executive wives are picking her up and taking her out. I’m not invited.” Knox frowned and flicked his pen across his desk. “Those ladies circle around each other whenever they consider one in the group is in trouble.”
Confused by how women act sometimes, Vince recalled the last time he’d met each of them. Attending Knox’s party, each had been dressed in formal attire and had appeared almost like sorority sisters. They had talked to other people, milling around in small groups. However, throughout the evening they had stayed with-in talking distance of each other. “Have they always been that way?”
“No, they knew each other of course. However, it wasn’t until after the accident they forged such a strong bond.” Knox stretched his shoulders, shifting restlessly like he didn’t particularly like their current topic of conversation. “They went through hell together.”
“Yes, and they all seem to have adjusted to their new life except Sylvia. She still appears lost, even though she hides it well.”
“You’re very astute. She doesn’t want anyone to think she needs anything. Though her daughter heading off to college probably has her crying in her oatmeal, she’ll never admit the fact. That’s why I’ve been trying so hard to get her to come to work here to give her another outlet, break up her routine.”
Vince caught a movement at the other end of the hallway.
Sylvia rushed out her office and through the door to the reception area.
“Looks like my appointment is here.” Vince turned with a brief wave.
“Have fun. It looks like I’ll probably order in lunch.” Knox’s comment followed him down the hall.
After hurrying to the exit, Vince flung open the door to enter the reception area and blinked in surprise.
Sylvia stood with her arms around Harold Shipley. The man, a few inches short than her, had his head on her shoulder. Their passionate embrace sent a bolt of anger surging through Vince before he noticed the low sound of sobbing.
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