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across his eyes and refocusing. “What do you have on the company so far?”
    “Not much. The file’s being compiled as we speak. I’ll get it to you once it’s complete.”
    “Fine.”
    Though it wasn’t, as an image of bold blue eyes and a lush mouth curved into a challenging smile flashed into his conscience, yelling ‘ shame on you .’
    Mentally letting fly a string of creative curses, he blinked, wiped the image, and slammed his misplaced sentimentality.
    He didn’t know the woman, didn’t owe her anything and he’d be damned if he let the opportunity to beat George once and for all slip.
    “Anything else, boss?”
    “Make this deal happen.”
    Marc snapped the phone shut, watching a couple of tourists take photos in front of the diner, their cheesy grins grating on him as much as the cozy scene.
    Everything about this place irritated him and he knew why. It reminded him of Annie and what she’d done to escape a small town like this.
    Not that he’d been blameless in their disastrous, short lived marriage but the less he had to think about it, the better.
    For now, he had more important things to focus on, like having dinner with a woman whose company was on his hit list while wrestling his gnawing guilt under control, and stopping his mom from making a monstrous mistake.
    Frigging great. His day just got better and better.
     
    Olivia Fairley had made lousy choices her entire life: the wrong husband, tolerating his abuse, ignoring his infidelities, solace in a bottle.
    Not any more. These days, she chose a simple life, in a simple town, with a simple man.
    She sank into rose-scented warm water lapping the top of the claw foot bath and leaned back against solid, male flesh, wondering why she’d waited this long to experience the thrill of bathing with a man.
    Probably because she’d been married to a cold, ruthless bastard for forty years.
    She thanked the good Lord every day she’d had the smarts to enroll in a course for the first time in her life after divorcing George Fairley a year ago, learned how to use a computer and ultimately ended up in love in more ways than one.
    “You’re so tense,” Hank said, his large, calloused hands kneading her shoulders, the pressure just right.
    She sighed as her head lolled back. “Lot on my mind.”
    As much as she hated George he’d given her a wonderful son in Marc, the only high point in her lack luster marriage.
    Marc, who had helped her through the divorce, through her battle with alcohol and who she saw more of now than when they’d lived in the same house.
    She’d been a lousy mother, too wrapped up in her own misery to care about her child, yet when she’d needed him Marc had been there. He’d supported her, encouraged her and set her on the path to a new life.
    Late at night, when Hank’s steady, rhythmic snoring lulled her toward sleep, she wondered what would’ve happened if Marc hadn’t been around to pull her through.
    Would she have been compos when Aunt Maggie died and left her twenty million, making her a rich woman in her own right and not needing a penny of George’s measly settlement of the mausoleum she abhorred? Would she have had the guts to get smart, get sober, get out and divorce George?
    Probably not, reason enough why she owed her son and had every intention of making up for the wasted years.
    “Liv?”
    “Sorry, darling. Just thinking about Marc.”
    “Worried about how he’ll react to the news?”
    “Mm-hmm.”
    Her newfound courage had deserted her when it came to telling Marc about her pending nuptials so she’d taken the easy way out. Smitten by technology these days, she’d emailed him, kept her announcement brief, stuck to the bare facts: she was in love with a wonderful farmer, was happier than she’d ever been in her life and was planning on becoming Mrs. Hank Stevens before the year was out.
    His scathing reply demanding facts hadn’t fazed her so she’d laid it out in another email, explaining how