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He didn t want a random distraction. He wanted Victoria. He wanted to touch her. He wanted to
talk to her about Mr. Jarvis, whose entire electrical system blew when he plugged in over ten
different devices into one socket. And the other job where the young woman in her first home ever
blew a fuse and had no idea she just had to flip a switch on the breaker box.
And he had no idea why he wanted to tell her this stuff. He bored Katy to death with all his work
stories, but somehow he couldn t imagine Victoria being bored. Maybe that s why she made a good
CEO. When people talked, she listened. It would be hard to find that at some random bar with music
blaring way louder than a human voice could talk.
He took a swig of beer and reached for the remote. Hopefully the TV would give him some sort
of distraction. He needed to find some way to get this woman out of his mind.
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Victoria leaned against her window that overlooked the New York City skyline. It was the one
thing she was most grateful to her family trust fund for: the ability to afford an apartment with a view
like this. The lights of millions of windows twinkled in the distance, reminding her that the city was
still awake and moving.
It was a strange comfort when she had no desire to go to sleep.
Tomorrow would be her dad s funeral. She d also finally sit down with the lawyers and figure
out who was getting what between her and Terry. She never wanted it to be like this. She and Terry
were supposed to be mourning together, not pitted against each other.
For the first time in as long as she could remember, she didn t want to work. She just wanted to
sit here and stare out at the city. Everything she did seemed to remind her of all the crap she had to
deal with. Work reminded her of Dad, and if she went to bed, she d think of& &
Her phone rang, and her gaze jerked away from the city view. Apparently her choice was being
made for her. She grabbed the phone off her nightstand and frowned at the unfamiliar number. She
tried to be guarded with her cell phone number, but she constantly had calls from new people.
This is Victoria Green, she said, ready to hang up if there was the slightest hint it was a
reporter on the other end. Denise had been on phone-screening duty all day at the office, because her
work number was much easier to get a hold of.
Ummm& hey. Victoria?
She sat up straighter. The woman on the other end sounded too young and unsure to be a reporter.
Who is this?
I don t know if you remember me, but this is Katy.
Victoria rubbed her temples with her free hand. Of course I remember you. Why are you calling?
How did you even get this number?
I got it out of Dean s phone. But that s not important. So, I went out with some friends tonight
and I promised Dean I d be home by midnight, but now I m stranded.
Well, that didn t explain a thing. The only reason Katy wouldn t call her brother was if she didn t
want him to know where she was. But that was a bullet Katy was going to have to bite. Call Dean.
I m sure he ll pick you up.
I m in So Ho, said Katy sullenly.
Victoria sighed. Where does Dean think you are?
Down the street from home.
Damn it. Maybe she could send a car to pick up the teen. But then Katy would be getting into a
car driven by a stranger for the hour-long drive back to her house. Dean would kill her.
Even if Katy happened to have money for the train, she couldn t let a sixteen-year-old ride alone
all the way back at this time of night. Sure, Katy wasn t her responsibility, but Dean had done plenty
for her in the past week. She couldn t just abandon his little sister when she called for help. Tell me
exactly where you are. I ll be there in half an hour.
As soon as Katy gave her the address of the club, Victoria rang the doorman to call a car to the
discreet exit in the back of the building. She kept her silky pajama bottoms on and slipped on a pair of
flats and a lightweight red trench coat to hide the fact that she was still wearing pajamas.
As soon as she was down the elevator and out of the building, she slid into the back of the
familiar car. One of the benefits of the massive association fees her building charged was that they
employed their own set of drivers. This was the first time she d been outside without Dean, Gordon,
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