Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86706 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
He shook his head, smirking as he grabbed my coffee from the counter beside me and stole the last few mouthfuls.
“Damn it, you still make the best coffee.”
I rolled my eyes and waited.
“No, in fact, unless there’s some big emergency at the office, I thought I’d come home around three and start the weekend early. Maybe we can take the girls to the park and out for supper somewhere.”
“I’d like that.”
“Zandini’s?” he suggested. “We haven’t had pizza in a while, and Gracie loves it there.”
I chuckled. “So does Daddy.”
He lifted one eyebrow in amusement and kissed me fast. “Yes, he does. I want to spend the weekend with my girls. I’ve missed you all too much.”
I cupped his cheek. “A family weekend sounds perfect.”
“Great. I looked at my calendar and next week is going to be crazy. Graham has me booked solid. You have a sitter for Thursday, right?”
“Yes. The dinner?”
He nodded, a grimace crossing his face. “Graham is certain we’re going to grab a few awards for the campaign for BAM. Otherwise, I’d skip it.”
I studied him for a minute. “Why?” He usually enjoyed the dinners and spending the evening talking with his peers about marketing and strategies.
“David will be there. From the rumors I’ve heard, things aren’t going well with his company. That will make him especially nasty. I don’t want him anywhere near you.”
I stroked along his jawline, feeling the tension simply talking about David caused him. “He’s in the past, Richard. He can’t hurt us now.”
He huffed out a long breath, not meeting my eyes.
“Hey.”
He looked up, wary.
“What is it, darling? Tell me,” I insisted.
He slid his arm around my waist, pulling me close. His breath tickled the hairs on my forehead. “Seeing him, being in the same room as he is, reminds me of the man I was before. The bastard I was to you—to everyone. It reminds me how close I came to becoming like him. I hate even hearing his name, never mind being around him.”
I hugged him close. It was rare, even now, that Richard showed his vulnerable side.
“I know he’s going to bait me. Make his snide remarks—remind me of my past.”
I held him tighter. “Nothing he says will make any difference.”
He laid his cheek on my head. “I worry I’ll slip back into that behavior someday,” he confessed in a low voice. “That I will lose everything I hold so dear to my heart.”
I tilted up my head, meeting his worried gaze. “No, you will not. You will never be like him, Richard. You’ve totally changed. You were lost and alone before. You have me now. The girls. The Gavin family. We would never allow that to happen. You would never allow that to happen.” I studied him, worried. “Maybe you should tell Graham you don’t want to attend. He would understand.”
Our eyes locked. Anxiety was evident in his stance. “Katy…”
“I love you,” I insisted. “I love you with everything I have. I love the man you are.”
“I know.” He stroked my cheek with his finger, but he still looked worried.
“David baits you because you have something he will never have, Richard. Happiness. You’re fulfilled and complete. At the end of the day, you have a home and a family that loves you. He’s alone and miserable.”
His tension drained away. He stood straighter, and the frown lines eased from his face.
“You’re right. I have everything he wants and will never have. He can’t affect me because I won’t let him. I have too much good in my life.”
“Yes, you do.”
He lowered his face and kissed me, his mouth moving with mine gently. “Thank you, sweetheart. I don’t know what came over me, but thank you for listening and being there for me.”
“I’ll always be here.”
He kissed me again. “Then I have everything I need.”
RICHARD
“Is that everything, Mr. VanRyan?” Sheila, the woman who owned my favorite flower shop, inquired.
“Yes. Those will be delivered this morning?”
“Absolutely.”
“Perfect. Thank you.” Satisfied, I ended the call, the music returning to the speakers in my car. Katy would have flowers arriving by lunchtime.
I had no idea what had come over me this morning. I’d dealt with David on several occasions since leaving his firm. We attended many of the same functions, and we often competed for the same business. I ran into him on occasion in the same restaurants. Victoria wasn’t a huge city, and the marketing world was small, so it was inevitable. I would acknowledge him at the dinner and move on. Why knowing I would be seeing him next week suddenly bothered me, I couldn’t comprehend. However, as usual, my Katy had been there and offered me precisely what I needed to sort it out in my head and be able to move forward.
She was correct. The man I had been was gone. The person I was back then when I worked for David and lived his cutthroat ways no longer existed. I had a real life now and the one thing David would never possess, because he was simply incapable.