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“You’re unlike any man I’ve ever met,” she told him, trying not to think too hard about how amazing he looked taking up so much space in her bed. “I don’t know many men who are so open at discussing love and relationships, let alone a man who claims he’s wanting a wife and marriage.”
“Family is everything to me. I want kids and a wife.” He shrugged as if the explanation were so simple and not to be questioned. “When I find the woman for me, I’ll do anything in my power to keep her safe and to make sure that she knows she’s loved at all times. My woman will never question where I stand.”
The more he spoke, the more stern he became. Zara knew without a doubt that he believed love existed, and she also believed there would be one woman who would come along, capture his attention and live happily ever after because she truly didn’t think Braden failed at anything he set his mind to.
“Well, there is one lucky lady in your future.”
Zara pushed off the floor and scooted the box to the wall. Turning, she scanned the other unopened boxes and finally decided on one that wasn’t marked. Grabbing it, she took a seat at the foot of the bed on the opposite side. She faced Braden and pulled the lid off the box. Breath caught in her throat as she reached in and ran her hand over the silky yarn. Slowly, she pulled the crochet item from the box.
Zara smiled as she laid the bright red throw across her lap. “I remember when she made this,” Zara murmured, running her fingers across the tight weave. “She’d asked me what color she should make, and I told her red. I remember thinking she was such a lively woman, brown or gray wouldn’t do. When she was finished, she held it up and wrapped it around my shoulders. I was sitting on the couch doing homework.”
Zara pulled the piece up to her face and inhaled. That familiar vanilla scent she associated with her grandmother hit her hard. A vice gripped her heart as she willed back the emotions. The bed dipped just slightly before a hand settled on her bent knee.
“It’s hard losing someone you love, someone you’ve depended on.”
His soft words washed over her, offering comfort when she really had no one else. How pathetic had her life become that she slept with her boss and had no close friends to turn to for support? Had she seriously alienated herself because she’d been so engrossed with work?
No, she could admit the truth to herself. Commitment terrified her. Being dependent on someone, knowing they could leave at any moment and take her heart with them had her refusing to allow herself to open up to anyone. She didn’t care if she was lonely. She’d rather be alone than broken.
Dropping her hands back into her lap, Zara lifted her gaze to Braden. He’d been so passionate earlier, so attentive to her needs sexually. But now he looked at her with care and compassion, and she truly had no idea what to think of him or even how to act. He could make her want things...things she’d never wanted before.
“This is all so strange to me,” she admitted. “Before I started working for you, I’d heard rumors of how badass you were. Then I saw it firsthand when you threw Shane out of the party. Then you take in a kitten, snuggle with it, for crying out loud, and you look as if you want to hug me, and not for anything sexually related. I’m not sure which Braden I’ll see from moment to moment.”
His eyes hardened, his jaw clenched, but he didn’t remove his hand. “The badass Braden trumps the nice one. I’m not a nice guy, Zara. I’m selfish, and I take what I want when I want it.”
Shivers raced through her. He’d taken exactly what he’d wanted where she was concerned...not that she was complaining.
Zara covered his hand. “You’re a nice guy when it counts. You’ll never convince me otherwise.”
He looked as if he wanted to say more, but he eased back and slid off the other side of the bed. She watched as he surveyed the boxes littering her bedroom.
“So you only have one more to go through,” he stated as he headed for the largest box he’d brought up from the basement. She knew he was changing the subject, which had been her tactic all along. “It was heavy, so you may want to come over here to look through it, or I can pull out items and bring them to you.”
Zara swung her legs off the bed and headed toward the box. “Let’s see what this one has, and then we can discuss what I’ll be selling.”
Because the tender moment that had just happened couldn’t happen again—clearly it had left them both shaken. She needed to keep her wits about her and remember that she was still his employee, she was still needing this reputable job to keep her business going in the right direction, and she needed to forget how this man made her body tingle in ways she never knew possible...and how he was acting as if he truly cared.
