Jamie Young never stopped loving her, but is now competing against her in the cut-throat business world. He has to find a way to secure both the lucrative client and Hannah. Will she agree to work for him so he can keep her close and let him mend the heart he broke so badly? Or has he lost her forever?

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"Shit! Jamie?" I manage to splutter before slapping my hand over my mouth.

My heart lodges in my throat and I start to choke. And then I watch in slow-motion horror as he leaps towards me and proceeds to clap me on the back. No matter how hard I try, I can’t catch my breath and I expel spittle over his suit, hacking like a forty-a-day smoker.

Someone pushes a glass of water into my hand and once I find a scrap of air between coughs, I gulp down the liquid. And even my breathing finally regulates, I cannot find the strength of character to look at him. Not Jamie. Not now. Not here.

"Hannah?" Mr. Baxter is pushing his way toward me. "Are you all right? My goodness, come and sit down."

I feel the weight of Jamie’s hand lift from my shoulder as Mr. Baxter leads me away from twenty pairs of eyes to the relative privacy of a vacant corner. I drop into a chair.

"What happened? Did you choke on a satay stick?" he asks.

"I’m fine, really. Something took me by surprise and I started to choke, that’s all."

"Something took you by surprise?"

"Or someone."

I snap my head up at the sound of Jamie’s rich, velvety voice. Good God, he is something else. My heart threatens to cut off my air supply once more, but I manage to swallow it back down to my chest where it belongs.

"Jamie," I whisper.

"Hello Hannah."

He smiles down at me from his incredible six feet two inch height and I feel trapped. His smile reflects his amusement and I notice that the dimple in his left cheek is still there. Only now it’s shadowed amongst the faint grey of his stubble and fifty times as sexy.