Boardroom Bride And Groom
Carolyn Duff had made one major mistake in her life—a whopping cliché of a mistake in a Vegas wedding chapel—which hadn't, unlike the commercials said, stayed in Vegas.
It had followed her back here—and was working in an office just a few blocks down the street. All six-foot-two of him.
Most days she forgot about Nicholas Gilbert and concentrated on her job. As an assistant city prosecutor she barely had time to notice when the sun went down, because her days tended to pass in a blur of phone calls, legal precedents, Indiana case law and urgent e-mails. Her calendar might have said Friday, her clock already ticking past five, but still Carolyn stayed behind her desk, finishing up yet another flurry of work, even though tomorrow was the start of the Fourth of July weekend and the courts would be closed until Tuesday.
For Carolyn it didn't matter. An internal time bomb kept ticking away, pushing her to keep going, to pursue one more criminal case, to see the prison bars slam shut once more.
To know she'd done her part again.
And yet it wasn't enough. Not nearly enough.
Carolyn rubbed at her temples, trying to beat back the start ... read full excerpt from Boardroom Bride and Groom ebook
