Breanna hadn’t been able to catch her breath since last night with Brad. She’d almost told Brad she loved him. Why would she do that? She really needed more time to figure out her feelings for Brad. If she wanted him just because Tom was being a jerk, that wouldn’t be fair to Brad. She definitely didn’t want to hurt him.

She sat at her desk at work, staring at the computer screen. Once again, she couldn’t concentrate. Brad had filled her thoughts so often since she met him, and she couldn’t decipher her own feelings.

Or could she?

She’d lain awake most of the night thinking about Brad and thinking about the wonderful things he’d done for her. He had made her feel like a woman. Tom had never accomplished that. Brad had made her laugh, and she wasn’t afraid to speak her mind with him. Not Tom. She was afraid of his temper. And Brad had made her feel beautiful. Never in her life had anyone made her feel pretty. Especially not Tom.

Brad was a wonderful man no matter how her mind tried to argue. Sure, the billionaire didn’t have a regular job unless it was modeling and partying, but he was a kind and loving man. Perhaps he just needed a reason to settle down and become responsible. If only she knew more about how he made his money. And, of course, Brad did say he had feelings for her.

She didn’t dare hope for things that were impossible, but she couldn’t deny that Brad just might change.

“Hey, Breanna?”

Amanda’s voice brought Breanna out of her thoughts, and she turned to look over her shoulder at her friend. “Yes?”

“Are you coming to Rita’s bridal shower tonight?”

Oh good grief! How could she have forgotten that? “Of course I am. I’ll be working late at the office, but I’ll be there for the party.” Once she buys a present after work, anyway.

“Do you know where it is?” Amanda studied the ends of her long, red hair, through her fingers, probably looking for split ends.

“Isn’t it at Eve’s house?”

“Yes.”

“I know where she lives.”

“Great. I’ll see you later.” Amanda sashayed back to her desk.

Blowing out a frustrated breath, Breanna rubbed her forehead. She’d been so forgetful lately. It was surprising that she could get through the day and remember to dress herself.

Her phone buzzed, making her jump. The caller ID displayed the receptionist’s extension. Breanna lifted the receiver up to her ear. “Yes, Donna?”

“A delivery just came for you.”

Delivery? “Are you sure?”

“Yes. So hurry and come get it out of the lobby. It’s distracting.”

“Uh, okay. I’ll be right out.”

What could have possibly been delivered to her? She hurried out of the double-glass door. When she noticed the red roses sitting on Donna’s desk in a large glass vase, her heart dropped. The last time she and Tom had gotten in an argument, he’d sent her flowers, but complained afterwards how much they’d cost him. She’d hated it then, and now... Had he done it again?

Her body shook as she made her way to the receptionist’s desk. Since Donna was on the phone, Breanna couldn’t ask her who brought them. With an unsteady hand, she reached for the card protruding from in between a few of the flowers. Slowly, she opened it and read.

To a beautiful and fun woman I can’t seem to get off my mind. Thanks for making memories with me at the wishing well last night. I hope both of our dreams come true. Yours always, Brad.

Relief poured through her and she nearly collapsed to the ground. She held the card to her chest as she tried to find the strength to move. Brad had been the thoughtful man. Not Tom. And she never wanted to have Tom send her flowers ever again.

“Hello, beautiful.”

At the sound of Brad’s voice, she spun around. Walking slowly down the stairs was the most gorgeous man she’d ever seen. Instead of wearing his jeans and T-shirt, today he wore a three-piece gray business suit, gray shoes, white shirt and a maroon tie.

What happened to the beach bum she’d grown to know? But really, it didn’t matter. She was utterly mesmerized by this incredible man.

“Hi-ya, gorgeous,” she said. “Thanks for the roses. They really made my day.”

His gaze dropped to her hand where she still clutched the card against her bosom. “I can see.” He grinned more out of one side of his mouth.

Uncomfortable, she laughed and relaxed her arms to her sides. “I was just so relieved the roses were from you and not Tom.”

“You haven’t talked to him yet?”

“No.”

He stopped right in front of her but he didn’t touch her. She couldn’t tear her gaze away from his. Brad’s amazing green eyes had put her under a spell.

“The roses are beautiful,” she said softly and meaningfully.

“Lovely flowers for a lovely lady.” He winked.

She should feel embarrassed. After all, they were standing in the middle of the lobby where anyone could see. But she didn’t care. She only had eyes for one person, and the world could revolve around her as long as it didn’t move her or Brad from where they stood.

“I couldn’t sleep last night,” he said softly.

“Why?”

“Because you were on my mind.”

“I couldn’t sleep, either.”

He arched an eyebrow. “For the same reason?”

She nodded. “Yes. You were on my mind.”

“What are you doing for lunch?” He stepped closer.

“I... I...” She knew something was going on, but for the life of her, she couldn’t remember. This was exactly what his presence did to her. “Oh, yeah, I remember now. I’m working through my lunch. I have a deadline, and I’m sure the boss will fire me if I don’t get it to him by four o’clock.”

He grinned. “I don’t think he’ll fire you. I have ways to make him listen to reason.”

“Good. You don’t know how happy I am to hear that.” She glanced over his attire again. “What are you doing all dressed up? Do you have a job interview?”

He laughed. “No. My dad wants me to take over the magazine in California, so he’s training me.”

Conflicting thoughts clashed in her head. Although she was overjoyed that he was finally settling down enough to have employment, her heart sank because his job would be in California. Panic filled her. She couldn’t let him leave. Not yet.

“But it won’t be for several months,” he added.

Sighing heavily, she clutched her hands together in front of her. “Oh, good.”

“Will you miss me when I’m gone?”

“Terribly.”

He took a step closer. Now she could feel his warm, minty breath on her face.

“So if you’re busy for lunch, what are you doing tonight?”

Her heart flipped. He was asking her out, and there was no way she would turn him down... But then she remembered Rita’s bridal shower. Inwardly, she groaned. “Rita is having a shower tonight.” She frowned.

“My dad’s secretary?”

“Yes.”

“And she can’t take a shower by herself? Why do you need to help her?”

She snorted a laugh and quickly covered her mouth. Once she calmed down, she dropped her hand and said, “No, Brad. Rita is having a wedding shower tonight. The girls from the office are throwing her a party.”

He sighed and his shoulders drooped. “Dare I ask you about tomorrow?”

Her heart and mind were fighting. She couldn’t start going out with Brad until she officially broke things off with Tom. Yet, if she went out with Brad, was she just rebounding or was it because she was truly having feelings for him?

She sighed heavily. “Can you ask me tomorrow? I just won’t know my mood yet.”

He nodded. “I can wait. But tell me one thing.”

“What?”

“How do you feel right now? If you hadn’t already had your plans for today, would you have gone out with me?”

She couldn’t stop the smile stretching wide across her face, or the singing in her heart. “Yes, I would have.”

He grinned and stroked her cheek. “Then I’ll definitely talk to you tomorrow.” He stepped away and moved toward the stairs.

She stayed in place as he slowly walked up the stairs. His gaze didn’t leave hers the whole time. Her chest burned with excitement, and her heart was growing so large, she knew it would jump right out of her body soon.

Once he walked through the doors, she turned and picked up the vase of flowers. When she glanced toward her side of the building, the first thing she saw was the ladies she worked with pressed against the glass doors and windows. Dreamy smiles were on their faces. A few of her co-workers threw jealous glares at Breanna, but she didn’t care. Nothing could ruin her day now.

Not even Tom!