"What a coincidence. Just the person I needed to see."
Donna Wilks recognized the deep, deceptively pleasant voice at her back and choked on a mouthful of champagne. The surrounding black tie hype vanished from conscious thought. She forgot that tonight was the most important of her career and its success could help so many. As she slowly turned, only one thing registered. Soon she would come face to face with her past.
Tate Bridges, Australian broadcasting mogul[23af] the man who had shattered her heart.
Gathering herself, Donna met his eyes and lifted her chin. "I don't believe in coincidence. What are you doing here?" She paused to smile at a passing senator then snapped at Tate. "And what the hell do you want with me?"
His darkly handsome face creased in pretended offense. "After five long years? Perhaps a kiss hello is too much to expect[23af]"
She cut him off. "Sorry. I don't have time for this right now."
Tate's casual charm was not only entrancing, i ...
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