Hannah Boyd has been crowned the youngest Independent Financial Adviser in the UK. She has kicked out her boyfriend whose idea of romance is leaving skid-marked boxers on the bedroom floor, or sharing a chillie-kebab in front of the football game on a Saturday night. She is successful, single and about to secure one of the wealthiest men in England as one of her clients. But then the one person she never wanted to see again reappears as her biggest rival.
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?
"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 canít 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 Jamieís 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.
"Iím fine, really. Something took me by surprise and I started to choke, thatís all."
"Something took you by surprise?"
I snap my head up at the sound of Jamieís 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.
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 itís shadowed amongst the faint grey of his stubble and fifty times as sexy.