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already had what I thought was true love and look what happened. I need someone to stand by me no matter what and choose me for real reasons.” Rachel said determined.
    How else could he convince her?
    “You win. You can be my wife.” The sound of those words coming out of his mouth scared him to death. He needed to leave now and go somewhere he could breathe. The details would be worked out later.
    How did he go from operation binder full of women to operation Rachel?
     
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    Over the next weeks Trent and Rachel spent time working on the back story of their courtship, engagement and wedding. The night before their departure there was just one more detail to take care of.
    Trent knew he needed a ring and he had the perfect one in mind. He carefully took his mother’s out of his safe and squeezed it in his hand. It was a beautiful princess cut, one carat ring. Not as big as many of his counterparts’ wives would wear, but size didn’t matter. It was the meaning behind the ring.
    As he took a closer look at it, he thought of the one memory he had of his mother. They had been at their summer house in South Haven on the shore. He had fallen and skinned his knee on some driftwood on the beach. She ran over and comforted him, wrapping him in her arms and gently kissing his knee. He could still see the sparkle of the very ring he was now holding on her hand.
    That evening his parents had taken his grandmother out to visit a friend in the hospital while gramps babysat him. While driving home they were hit head on by a drunk driver and all instantly killed. Just like that the safe, secure world full of love had ended at the age of three. Gramps took him into his home and provided Trent with all of the love he had.
    At the age of twelve Trent decided that he was never going to risk losing a family again. The pain of the loss of his parents was too much and still lingered within him. That kind of love was not meant to be a forever thing and if he couldn’t have it forever he wasn’t going to have it at all. From that day forward he dedicated his life to trying his hardest to just concentrate on making the business what gramps wanted it to be.
    That is when he started going into the office with him on Saturdays learning the ropes. When he was a teenager he was given a part-time position at Pearson on the manufacturing floor and had worked in pretty much every department since until he took over as president.
    Gramps mentored him his whole life until he had died five years ago. Gramps did everything for him and left everything to him.
    Trent invited Rachel over to his house to give her the ring. She had been acting strange lately. She was all for working on their back story one minute and running off abruptly the next. Sometimes he felt like he was walking on needles around her.
    When she arrived that night she looked gorgeous in white shorts and a black top with ruffles around the v-neckline. The scent of rose petals trailed her. Inhaling deeply, Trent took a moment to appreciate the feeling of warmth that ran through him.
    She always had felt home at Trent’s place. He had lived there for years and she had helped him select the furnishings when he first bought the place. His taste tended to be a little more modern than hers, but she had managed to soften it up with a few pillows and accessories that blended well with his other pieces.
    “Rachel, I pulled something out for you. It’s the last step to making our fake marriage official,” Trent said pulling the ring out his pocket.
    “Here’s your ring,” he said handing it to her to put on.
    There was delight in her face. Was that a tear in her eye about to make its way to her cheek? She slid it on her ring finger and held her hand out for him to admire.
    “It’s beautiful. Where did you get it?”
    “It was my mom’s.”
    Rachel raised her hand to her chest then took her other hand and removed the ring. “I can’t wear that Trent,” she said holding it