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“I love you, too.”
And then she leaned into his arms and they kissed. It didn’t last long but it was filled with love and a promise of more to come. But first they had a potluck dinner to enjoy followed by their Secret Santa gift exchange. Everything was as it should be that Christmas. Everyone was home.
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Stolen Kiss with Her Billionaire Boss
by Susan Meier
PROLOGUE
Late November
AT ITS HEART, betrayal was always personal. It plowed deep ruts in a man’s soul and weakened him until he almost couldn’t breathe.
Though only seventeen when his betrayal hit, Hugo Harrington had fought the emotions threatening to suffocate him. He’d been framed for the embezzling done by his stepfather, and his mother had taken the side of her new husband, who had ordered Hugo to leave their home.
He hadn’t been given time to say goodbye to his younger brother and sister, twins. He’d been told to pack and go. Every year, he’d sent a Christmas card to his siblings. Every year, he’d had no response. It was as if he’d been erased. Forgotten.
Still, he’d refused to let his losses or the wounds from being cast aside destroy him. Recognizing that if he let himself wallow he’d live the rest of his life alone, in the muck and mire of grief—taking the blame for something he hadn’t done—his brain had sharpened. Not to save himself, but because some losses were unacceptable. Some wrongs had to be avenged. Some wounds wouldn’t heal without justice.
He’d waited seventeen years for the chance to take possession of London’s Harrington Park Hotel, and with it the opportunity to extend an olive branch to his brother and sister, but it had finally arrived.
“Mr. Harrington...” The voice of his personal assistant entered his private office via the speaker of his phone.
He turned from the wall of glass that displayed a jaw-dropping view of the Manhattan skyline with buildings appearing to be so close he could reach out and touch them. The sense that he was standing on top of the world filled him. That bolstered him too. It hadn’t been easy getting here. But just like his opportunity, he had also arrived.
“Yes, Victoria.”
“Your ten o’clock appointment is here.”
“Send her in.”
He walked from the window to his desk but didn’t sit. The door opened and Erin Hunter entered. Her straight red hair fell to her shoulders in a blunt cut that always reminded Hugo of her no-nonsense attitude about work. Her efficient navy-blue wool suit appealed to the buttoned-up businessman in him. He currently resided in Manhattan, but he was a Londoner, born and raised. Precise and driven, he’d surrounded himself with only the best.
Erin Hunter was the best.
