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to come out to the garage
floor. The last time he’d called for her like this it was because her ex had
made an unwelcome appearance, and there was no way they would ever let the two
of them be alone together.
    Every man in the shop had known Jo
for years, and they were very protective of her. Greg had only hit her once,
but it had been the last straw. She would never let him do it again, and the
men who worked for her would kill him if he tried.
    She made her way to the small
reception office at the front of the garage and braced herself for what would
no doubt be an unpleasant meeting. Greg knew he wasn’t supposed to set foot on
the property, but that hadn’t stopped him from trying a few times since her
father had died. No matter what she did, the jerk just wouldn’t stay gone for
long.
    Greg wasn’t alone, which was a
surprise. There were two other men with him, and the moment she set eyes on
them she knew something was up.   Her
ex-husband was usually all swagger and bravado, flashing his perfectly veneered
smile and making sure he was the center of attention. Not this time. His jacket
was rumpled and his red silk tie was slightly askew. He stood between the other
two men with his head down so she couldn’t see his eyes behind the dark fall of
his bangs.
    His companions were both dark
haired, dressed in impeccably tailored suits and leather shoes that gleamed
with fresh polish. Seeing them standing beside Greg, it was like looking at two
original works of art and one poor copy. They were everything Greg aspired to
be but wasn’t. So what the hell were they doing with her ex?
    “Jo-Jo! Hey, sorry to show up unannounced, but my associates really wanted to meet you
and take a look around. You know, get a feel for the space. This is Mr. Sims
and Mr. Jones. Gentlemen, this is Jolena .” Tag came
to life like a B-list actor suddenly hit by a spotlight as he made
introductions.
    “Hello, Gregory. I’m surprised to
see you here. I thought I made myself perfectly clear in my earlier email, so
I’m not sure why your associates need to see my property,” she said, managing to keep her voice cool and
emotionless despite the way her stomach rolled at the sight of him. Calm and
firm was the only way to deal with Greg, but it wasn’t easy. She’d spent too
long learning to keep her voice soft and her head down whenever he was nearby.
      It wasn’t helping matters that he was using
that ridiculous nickname. Jo-Jo was what Greg called her when he was trying to
get her to forgive him for some transgression, or talk her into doing something
she would inevitably regret. It set her teeth on edge.
    “Email?” The slimmer of the two men asked, the barest twitch of a brow altering his
nearly impassive expression. Both men turned to face her, arms crossing over
their chests as they stared in stony silence.
    “The email I sent to Gregory an
hour ago making it very clear that I’m not now, nor will I ever be, interested
in selling my business or the property it’s built on.” Jo straightened to her
not overly impressive full height of five-foot three and reminded herself these
people were on her territory. She would not let them intimidate her, no matter
how hard they tried. She’d come a long way since she’d fled to her father’s
house in the middle of the night with a black eye and a broken heart.
    “Jo-Jo, I really think you need to
reconsider. This is a sweet deal.” Greg’s voice had taken on that slick tone
she knew all too well. There had been a time when his charms would have won her
over, but not anymore.
    She skewered Greg with a glare.
“No. I’m sorry, but my answer is final. This is my family’s business. Not yours. You need to go now.”
      The larger man frowned. “You’re not family?
You’re his wife, aren’t you?”
    What the hell had Greg told these
people? “I’m his ex -wife. We’ve been
divorced for over two years. This business belonged to my father and I
inherited it when he died,