The Playboy Billionaire (The Romero Brothers, Book 3) Read Online Free PDF Page B

I always believe that news is
about people. I care about people, I guess.”
    “You guess? You need to sound, no, be more confident in your convictions,
Miss Monroe.”
    “I care about people,” she grinned, cocking
her brow. “A lot. And justice.”
    “It shows.”
    Blue flushed. This was nice, she thought.
Why was it when a man treated her well, she reacted this way? Her ex, Elliot,
was nothing like Mr. Romero. Elliot and she had worked at Channel 31 together
but instead of commending her on her efforts, he would often try to pick out a
fault in the situation. “Oh, you didn’t cover this angle of the story,” or “You
should have asked one more question.” Blue wasn’t an approval seeker, but
neither did she feel any better when her own boyfriend chastised her every move
and never missed an opportunity to berate her.

 
    “We have that in common,” Zack continued as
they strolled through the vineyard.
    “We do?”
    “Yes. I like to see people do well in life”
was all he said in a sturdy, richly deep voice.
    “It’s good what you do for students and for
a lot of aspiring entrepreneurs from the Humanity Program. You help people from
all reaches of economic background. That’s wonderful.”
    He grinned.
    “What’s so funny?”
    “Oh, nothing. I was briefed about your work
before you got here, just so that we are clear. I wanted the people at human
resources to gather as many clips of your work for me to peruse.”
    “Oh?” Blue felt morbid. What else had he
seen in those footage? Of course, a man of Zack’s
stature would never just trust his grandfather’s preliminary interview to agree
to work with her.
    “There was a clip of you covering the
Anti-Poverty Rally at Queen’s Park.”
    “Oh.” Her stomach lurched. She was
practically inadvertently tossed around from side to side as the protesters rushed
to the picket line—it looked comical at first. Then when she got out of
their way, she’d backed away slightly…into the water fountain. She came out
dripping wet but continued her story as if it was nothing out of the ordinary. All in a day's work.
    When she looked at Zack, she noticed his
grin fade. “You were not harmed, so that’s why it was amusing. You are
tenacious. A lesser woman would have stormed out or backed down. I love a woman
with tenacity. You stuck it out and you made light of it later at the news
desk. It takes a strong, confident woman to humor herself in a…difficult
situation.”
    Strong?
Confident? She sure didn’t feel like it that day.
She merely got on with the job the best way she knew how. Yes, it was comical
and it was the only time that a few of the protesters actually grinned when
they learned she was okay.
    “Everyone falls some times,” he continued.
“But getting back up and back into the game takes courage.” His silky tone rang
with seriousness. Blue captured raw hurt glinting in his eyes. What had his
heart gone through in the past? Blue wondered. Zack was a mysterious man. But
she was somehow in awe of him. She felt connected to him. His
very being. She loved the way he took a spin on life. Sure, he had taken
some hard knocks according to what she knew about him, but there he was, a true
Romero. Those men always seem to get back up fighting. No matter what life
dealt them.
    Being on the giving end of the camera was
one thing, but Blue couldn’t handle being on the receiving end of the news. How
awful to be captured at any given time for the world to see…in print and
online.
    “Thank you,” she responded to his encouragement.
Elliot never championed her, come to think of it. Her ex seemed to take great
pleasure in belittling at the most insignificant of foibles, disguising it as
jest, humor. But many a truth was spoken in jest as the saying went.  
    Still, she was glad to have been assigned
the human interest stories such as the anti-poverty
movement.  
    She was covering the event but she also felt
passionate about the way low-income families