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What did I do when I bumped into a gorgeous billionaire"

Well, I called him an assortment of colorful names.
Turns out I was completely in the wrong.
Then I ended up falling into his arms" literally.
He saved me, and I kissed him.
I, Paige Samuels, a might as well be virgin wallflower, kissed a stranger.
But Liam Anderson is more than rugged and swoon-worthy.
He"s also broken, cold, and emotionally unavailable.
So, what could a wealthy recluse and a failing bookstore owner have in common"

A dark secret in this small town that could destroy us both.
Liam may do everything in his power to protect me"Books by Author:R.R. Banks Books

What did I do when I bumped into a gorgeous billionaire"

Well, I called him an "a*shole" and an assortment of colorful names.

Turns out I was completely in the wrong.

Then I ended up falling into his arms" literally.

He saved me, and I kissed him.

I, Paige Samuels, a might as well be virgin wallflower, kissed a stranger.

But Liam Anderson is more than rugged and swoon-worthy.

He"s also broken, cold, and emotionally unavailable.

So, what could a wealthy recluse and a failing bookstore owner have in common"

Other than amazing, mind-blowing sex…"

A dark secret in this small town that could destroy us both.

Liam may do everything in his power to protect me.

But will his troubled past, and my terrible luck with love, drive us apart"

Liam

The afternoon is waning as I sit at my desk, staring out of the window at the sprawl of downtown Seattle. In the distance, the Space Needle rises high, the point of it lost in the clouds, the structure appearing to pierce the overcast sky.

It’s a cold and dreary day in Seattle, which is fine. It actually suits my mood perfectly. I have a thousand emails that I need to return and other business to attend to, but I can’t stop staring at the email on the computer screen in front of me. I reread the words I had read a thousand times already and still can"t believe it.

I scroll down the page, already knowing what I’d find and not wanting to see it again. Yet, unable to stop myself from looking anyway, I continue on. Attached to the bottom of the email is a photograph of her. She is dressed in black lingerie that I’ve never seen before. The kind of lingerie she used to wear for me early on. Black stockings, heels, and black, lacy panties with a matching bra.

The kind of outfit I haven’t seen her wear in ages.

The worst thing is that this is only one of the dozens, maybe even hundreds, of emails and photographs that I discovered, dating back several years. My father always used to tell me that I shouldn"t open doors I"m not ready to walk through. This is one of those times that I wish I would have listened to his advice.

How could I have been so blind"so stupid" How could I have not seen this coming" I’ve racked my brain over and over the last few weeks, trying to see what I had missed along the way. What signs had I ignored"

The phone on my desk buzzes, and I let out a long breath, annoyed. Not that I’m doing anything important at the moment " I’m too pissed to focus on the work I should be doing " but I didn’t want my brooding interrupted. Feeling a flash of irritation, I punch the button on the speakerphone.

"Yes, Alice"" I snap.

"Sir, there’s a Mr. Adam McMurtry in the lobby to see you"" she says. "He doesn’t have an appointment, but ""

"No, that’s fine," I say. "Send him in."

"Right away, sir."

I walk over to the sideboard in the office and pour some scotch into two tumblers. Carrying them back over to the sitting area in my office, I set one glass down on the table and take a seat on the couch, holding my own glass, staring down into the amber liquid. A moment later, the door to my office opened and Adam stepped inside, quietly closing the door behind him.

He crosses the room and sits down on the small loveseat across from me, setting his satchel beside him. Adam picks up his drink and swirls it around in the glass, looking at it appreciatively for a moment before taking a long swallow.

"I always love doing work for you," he says.

"Why is that""

"Not only do you pay well," he says, "but you have the best taste in liquor."

I shrug. "It’s what I grew up with," I reply. "My father was a frugal son of a bitch, but there were certain things he did not skimp on."

Adam lets out a long breath and leans back on the loveseat. I can tell by the look on his face that I am not going to like what he has to say. But, I already knew that I wouldn’t. I knew it the moment I stumbled onto the trove of emails and photos. In light of that, Adam’s work was superfluous. But, I hired him before I found the hidden email account.

Adam is a private investigator. He mostly handles insurance fraud and other business-related cases, preferring to stay out of domestic affairs. Not that I blame him for not wanting to deal with messy divorces and the like. In his place, I sure as hell wouldn’t want to either.

But, he’s a professional. He is discreet, and he does his job well. He’s worth the money. And because I’ve worked with him a number of times in the past, mostly to vet clients and whatnot, I always feel comfortable using his services. I’ve just never needed him to look into something concerning my personal life before now.

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