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not entirely true. She’s the only one since Nora, but from the time I met Nora when she transferred to my high school in our junior year, she called to me on every level. Nora is the one woman I have had both an unholy physical attraction to and a bone-deep emotional, almost spiritual, connection with.
    So I make no fucking apologies for what most people would consider extreme, maybe even unethical, measures to get to the woman who’s always had my balls firmly in her grasp. She’s managed to avoid me for more than a decade, but she can’t run anymore. I’ve made damn sure of that.
    I realize that, while in just two days I’ll come face-to-face with the only woman I have ever loved outside of my mother, I know nothing about her now or how much she’s changed. Over a decade is a long time. People mature, evolve, and change whether we want them to or not. I know I have. As I wipe off the steam on the bathroom mirror from my hot shower and look at the reflection staring back at me, I have to wonder if Nora will like the different man she will see standing before her.
    Not likely, I muse. Hell, even I don’t like the unemotional, aloof man I’ve turned into most days.
    I may not know a lot of things, but I know now that I’ve found her again, I will not rest until I own Nora Cantres, thoroughly and completely.
    And once I possess her, I’ll have to decide what I’m going to do with her. Because along with the deep-seated love that I’ve never been able to squash, I also have a whole fucking boatload of anger and resentment being thrown around in that noxious sea. I’m just not sure which emotion will bubble to the surface once I see her again.
    Anyone will tell you I’m not a vengeful person. I’m not exactly a graceful loser, yet I don’t retaliate maliciously either. However, the need I have to hurt her so it’s a permanent scar on her psyche that will never heal, the same way she did to me, keeps trumping everything else I feel for her. And with eleven years to gather steam, right now I don’t know if I can stop acting on the revenge brewing inside me, waiting to be unleashed, waiting to blow.
    Or if I even want to.

Chapter 2
    N ora

    “ I really wish you’d reconsider the offer, Nora.”
    “No. And I’m done talking about it, Uncle Carl.”
    He sighs heavily, taking a seat in the empty chair across from my desk. With dark circles under his eyes, he looks more tired than usual and his color is off. I make a mental note to ask him about his health when he’s done grilling me for the hundredth time. He’s almost the only family I have left. I can’t lose him, too.
    “Nora, it’s a good offer. You’ll have stability, build a good nest egg for the future and I want that for you. I want you to take the offer.”
    He is correct. The offer is generous. Since I live and breathe the executive recruiting world, I’m intimately familiar with generous compensation packages. There is no doubt this falls into that category. While the base salary is the same as I’m making now, my bonus potential is substantial, more than doubling what my uncle pays. Plus, the profit-sharing percentage rivals that of a senior-level executive and all of my relocation expenses will be liberally covered, including an unheard of housing allowance to cover the sale of my existing home.
    It’s a dream offer, actually. One I should take and quite frankly, one I would encourage any of my clients to accept. In fact, I was only one of six employees of Steele Executive Recruiting who even received formal, long-term employment offers from the company trying to purchase SER, so I realize I should be jumping all over it.
    But I can’t, because it’s also too good to be true. I am not an executive within SER. I am a recruiter, plain and simple. Just one of many. I may be a damn good one, but there’s no vice president title behind my name, so there’s no reason I should have even been on anyone’s radar screen to begin with, let alone