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the Forbe’s World’s Billionaires list though. Not
that a few hundred million was anything to tip your nose at, but Trovato, Inc.
had been put on the map when some car manufacturer wanted to use one of their
super-charged performance engines for one of their new lines of sports cars,
tying the names together — similar to what Carroll Shelby did with Ford back in the 60s. On top of that,
the car company had been featured in movies, which had brought a significant
amount of exposure to Trovato, Inc.
    Based on what I was
seeing in front of me, Mr. Trovato and his family weren’t hurting.
    I’m not sure what I had
expected, but it wasn’t to be met at the gate by a security guard, or to find
two more waving me by when I reached the circular drive in front of the white
monstrosity that obviously acted as the Trovato’s residence.
    It looked like the
White House. And not just because it was white either.
    It was… big.
    Oddly, that was the
only word that came to mind. As I climbed out of the car, I was too busy taking
everything in from the freshly clipped lawn, to the extravagant flowerbeds and
towering trees to think about the house. There was even one of those fancy
water fountains in the center of the circular drive — just like in
the movies.
    Someone cleared their
throat.
    I spun around to see a
short, older man standing on the front steps wearing a…
    Hmmm.
    I was beginning to
think maybe I was in a movie.
    He looked like he was
wearing a butler’s uniform. Since I’d only ever seen a butler on the big
screen, I’m not even sure if that was an accurate description, but I nodded my
head at him anyway. Glancing down into my car, I decided to leave my purse but
snatched my cell phone just in case.
    When I stood back up,
the man/butler was gone, but coming toward me was another guy. This one wasn’t
sporting a nifty suit and was much, much younger. The sun was shining brightly
overhead, making it difficult for me to see him clearly, but the first word
that came to mind was… wow.
    I pulled my sunglasses
off and started walking toward him, trying not to gawk. He was lean and tall,
powerfully built with a broad chest and wide shoulders. My breath hitched in my
throat as the distance between us slowly disappeared. There was something
strangely familiar about him. Like I’d met him before.
    When I was close enough
to take in his appearance altogether, I noticed he was wearing a white tank top
that clung to the hard lines of his chiseled torso and had grease smudged
across the front. His arms, from his shoulders to his elbows, were tan,
muscular and covered in tattoos. Most of the designs were tribal art as well as
some words that I couldn’t make out. My gaze continued south, noticing he had
on tattered jeans that hung low on his narrow hips, and brown, lace-up work
boots.
    He was wiping his hands
on a thin, red towel as he sauntered toward me.
    Yes, the guy sauntered.
I mean he had some serious swagger, but it was sexy. Too sexy.
    I cleared my throat,
trying to rein in my body’s strange reaction to him.
    Did I know him?
    The gap between us
slowly diminished and, as I got closer, I tried to make out his face, but the
sun was shining from behind him, outlining his body, but making it impossible
to make out his facial features.
    Maybe he was a mechanic
or something. Did rich people have mechanics?
    “Can I help you?”
    The dark, rough sound
of his voice had my gaze traveling north, my eyes darting up to meet his.
    I stopped.
    Right there, just a few
feet away, I just stopped moving, my entire body going on alert.
    There was an eerie
sense of déjà vu, like I’d met him before.
    What happened next
could only be described as cataclysmic.
    My hand came up to my
mouth as I sucked in a breath. He was…
    Holy crap.
    He was the guy from my
dream. The dream I’d had for the last couple of weeks. He was the guy I
couldn’t look away from, the one I would try to call back just before I would
awaken abruptly. That was