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I run my fingers across the engraved letters and my heart skips a beat.

Miss Georgia Grey

Executive Manager of The Grace Estate

“We’ll discuss logistics and the transition later.” She kisses my forehead. “I’m sure your fiancé would like to spend some quality time with you.”

She walks away without another word, and I turn off the ovens before taking the trolley to the cottage.

* * *

Dominic is leaningagainst the mantle, sipping a drink when I return.

“I’ll be ready to help you at the lodge in just a minute,” he says.

“No need for that,” I say. “I’ve got the remaining evenings off, so you can pack up all your stuff and go home.”


“The deal is done, I’m officially the manager, and therefore I don’t need you anymore. Thank you for all your help.”

“Just like that?” He arches a brow.

“Yes. Just like that.”

“Okay, Georgia.” He sets down his glass. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you. Would you like me to get a bellman here for you?”

“Not yet.” He walks over to me. “I’ve been doing some thinking, and I realized that I called you every day for a month straight when you first left me.”

“I vividly remember hitting ignore.”


“For one, you fired me, Dominic.”

“For two?”

“I figured you'd eventually forget me and move on to someone else.”

“How’s that prediction going?”

“Pretty good.”

Laughing, he wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me flush against his chest.

“I missed you.” He bites my bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth. “And I don’t think I’m over you choosing to date Dante while you worked for me.”

“Were you jealous?”

“Very.” He tears my shirt open, sending the buttons scattering all over the floor. “Were you dating him to fuck with me?”

“Not at first,” I say. “No comment on my mindset a few weeks after that, though.”

He bites my lip again. “You could’ve told me.”

“You could’ve been a better boss.”

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