He foolishly let her go…
When the woman he loved walked out of his life, Brooks Alexander was certain she did so willingly—with the cool two-million his father had offered as incentive to walk away. So when he learns that Darcy didn’t take a dime of his father’s payoff, Brooks realizes he made an epic mistake. He’s determined to make things right and reclaim his woman. Except neither task is as easily accomplished as he first thought.
Now her life is in his hands…
Wedding planner Darcy is no stranger to disappointment when it comes to the men in her life. When Brooks accused her of taking his father’s bribe, she was devastated that he thought so little of her—and realized he never knew her at all. So she walked away with her pride intact and her heart broken. Now, months later, an overheard conversation puts Darcy in the crosshairs of a dangerous criminal with powerful connections. With nowhere else to turn, she has no choice but to put all her trust in Redemption Harbor Consulting—and its cofounder, the man who broke her heart.
Sitting on the back of the ambulance, Darcy tried to stop her covert looks at Brooks. Because nothing about her actions were covert. She would have made a terrible spy. Or…any job that involved lying.
Every time she looked at him, he was looking at her. And he had this sad puppy dog expression on his face. Which made her want to punch him. Right in said adorable, handsome, stupidly sexy face. Gah!
She was still reeling from what had happened tonight. Or technically this morning, since it was now two thirty. And the really sad thing was, she was embarrassed that Brooks knew she’d been working on New Year’s Eve. Not out dancing with friends, having a good time. Though the thought of going to a crowded bar for New Year’s Eve wasn’t actually her idea of fun, but still, it wasn’t the point. She didn’t want him to know anything about her life. Especially how pathetic her social life was lately. Aaaannnd, she realized the EMT had said something to her.
“I’m sorry, what?” she asked.
The man half-smiled. “I just said we’re about to get out of here. I’m glad you’re okay. You’re lucky your friend was here tonight. Things could’ve been a lot worse.” The tone in his voice said that he’d seen worse.
Nodding, she slid off the back of the truck. He was the second person to tell her that in the last half hour, and she knew it to be true. Even if she was angry at Brooks, she was still glad he’d been there tonight. She thanked the EMTs as they left, surprised they’d even come down here. One ambulance had left with her would-be attacker. The police had told her that he would be taken to a hospital for treatment then booked.
The second ambulance had stayed. Apparently the entire police department was working tonight and the hospitals were fully staffed. They’d been at a nearby call that turned out to be nothing and instead of heading back to the hospital and PD, had all come here. It felt like overkill, and she wondered if the reason so many people had come had been because of Brooks’s involvement.
The man was a billionaire, after all. Or rather his father was. Maybe he was too. She didn’t know and she didn’t care. He’d broken her heart, and months later she still wasn’t over him. And she wondered if she would ever get over him. They’d been together for four months. And apart for a little over seven. She should be over him by now. At least throwing herself into work had been surprisingly easy. Working kept her busy and kept her mind off him.
As she turned away from the ambulance pulling out of the alley, she nearly ran into Brooks. The man moved like a ghost. And for someone of his size, it was surprising. He was a little over six feet tall, with dark hair and dark eyes, and while he didn’t exactly have that brooding thing down, he was still intense and a little bit serious. Once upon a time, she’d loved to make him laugh. But that was over. Everything between them was over.
She just needed to remind herself of that when he was standing right in front of her with those sad eyes.
“Do you need a ride home?” he asked quietly.
She resisted the urge to snort, because it would be rude. And he had saved her. Even if she was hurt and angry at him, she was still grateful for tonight. “No. But thank you.” There, that was civil enough.
“I’ll follow you home.” There was no give in his voice and she didn’t like his tone.
But she kept her expression neutral and pleasant. Something she’d learned to do at a young age. “That’s not necessary. That guy was likely homeless, and trying to mug me was a crime of opportunity.” It wasn’t as if she had any enemies. She was a freaking wedding planner. And while some brides might get a little manic, they weren’t homicidal.
He simply lifted one of those broad shoulders and didn’t respond one way or another. Instead, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a card. It said Redemption Harbor Consulting on the front, along with his name underneath it and his cell phone number. She flipped it over. Nothing else was on the back. Plain and to the point. “My number is on there. Call me if you ever need anything, day or night. It doesn’t matter what time.”
She resisted the urge to ask him what this consulting company was all about. As far as she knew, he ran his family’s ranch and everything that entailed. So even though she was desperately curious about this consulting business, she bit back all questions as she tucked the card in her pocket. It wasn’t as if she was going to call him, but ripping it up and throwing it in his face seemed a bit extreme and immature. Even if it would have given her a short-lived pleasure. “Sure.”
His expression turned wry. “I’ll take that ‘sure’ as a ‘no way in hell would I call you even if I was on fire.’”