Honeymoon
Chapter One
NORA COULD FEEL Connor watching her. He always did the same thing
when she packed to leave on one of her trips. He'd lean his six foot
three frame against the doorway to his bedroom, his hands buried in
the pockets of his Dockers, a frown tugging on his face. He hated
the thought of their being apart.
Usually he wouldn't say anything, though. He'd just stand there in
silence as Nora filled her suitcase, occasionally taking a sip of
Evian water, her favorite. But that afternoon he couldn't help
himself.
"Don't go," he said in his deep voice. Nora turned with a loving
smile. "You know I have to. You know I hate this, too." "But I
already miss you. Just say no, Nora - don't go. To hell with them."
From day one, Nora was captivated by how vulnerable Connor allowed
himself to be with her. It was in such sharp contrast to his public
persona - a very rich and hard-driving hedge-fund manager with his
own successful company in Greenwich, with another office in London.
His puppy-dog eyes belied the fact that he was built like a lion.
Powerful and proud.
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