Rachel hurried out of the office and toward the elevator once more, her thoughts going back to her son. She'd left Sammy happily playing with her best friend's son. She'd just grab a cab and be on her way back to him. Still, she could count on one hand the number of times he'd been away from her for any length of time and never in a strange place. Sammy's absence right now wasn't the only reason she couldn't wait to get away from Bryant ...
Rachel hurried out of the office and toward the elevator once more, her thoughts going back to her son. She'd left Sammy happily playing with her best friend's son. She'd just grab a cab and be on her way back to him. Still, she could count on one hand the number of times he'd been away from her for any length of time and never in a strange place.
Sammy's absence right now wasn't the only reason she couldn't wait to get away from Bryant International. Like Austin, everything about this place reminded Rachel of the man who'd broken her heart.
Jack Bryant was in New York. Had been for several years, yet still Rachel hesitated as she neared his office. Old memories of times past leapt out from the dark corners of her mind where she'd banished them.
Though it surprised her that the office door stood ajar, Rachel didn't think much of it. It was probably the cleaning crew making their daily rounds. She meant only to hurry past, no need to linger there, but her heart wouldn't let her. Unable to help herself, she glanced inside. What she saw sent all of her good intentions scattering along with her next breath.
Jack. Jack was here. It couldn't be. She blinked then blinked again and yet it wasn't her imagination playing tricks. Seated behind his father's old cherry wood desk was the man Rachel couldn't put in the past no matter how hard she tried.
Jack. Her footsteps faltered for a second. She ducked her head hoping he hadn't seen.
Please God, don't let him see me.
"Rachel?" She wasn't aware of making a sound, but she must have because Jack was now staring at her as if he, too, had seen a ghost.
It all was there in his eyes, the startled awareness of the past intruding here in the present.
Jack dropped the phone back into its cradle with only a muddled word for the person on the other end. He got to his feet and came towards her. She'd dreaded this moment. Had nightmares about its outcome.
The second their eyes met, she knew she'd never be over him. She'd only been fooling herself by thinking she'd moved beyond Jack.
Mary Eason grew up in a small Texas town famous for, well not much of anything really. Being the baby of the family and quite a bit younger than her brothers and sister, Mary had plenty of time to entertain herself. Making up stories seem to come natural to her.
As a pre-teen, Mary discovered romance novels and knew instinctively that was what she wanted to do with her over-active imagination.
She wrote her first novel as a teen, (it's tucked away somewhere never to see the light of day), but never really pursued her writing career seriously until a few years later, when she wrote her first romantic comedy and was hooked.
Today, Mary still lives in Texas, and still writes about romance. In fact, she can't think of anything else she'd rather do.
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