The Way You Look Tonight (The Seattle Sullivans) - Softcover

Buch 11 von 28: The Sullivans

Andre, Bella

 
9780778317302: The Way You Look Tonight (The Seattle Sullivans)
Softcover
ISBN 10: 0778317307 ISBN 13: 9780778317302
Verlag: MIRA, 2014

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www.BellaAndre.com

New York Times and USA TODAY bestselling author Bella Andre brings you a new set of Sullivans to fall in love with… 

As a very successful private investigator who has caught many a cheater, Rafe Sullivan believes true, lasting love only happens once in a blue moon. But when he returns to the family lake house, the sweet girl next door is all grown up…and she may be just the one to change his mind. 

While Brooke Jansen is happy with her quiet, small-town life, she secretly longs to experience something wild. So when her favorite "Wild Sullivan" moves back after more than a decade away, she can't stop wondering if being bad is really as good as it always seemed…and just how long it will be before she can find out. 

It's not long before a summer fling spirals into something much deeper. Can Rafe put his faith in love for once, or will he end up losing the best thing that's ever happened to him?

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New York Times bestselling author Bella Andre is known for “sensual, empowered stories enveloped in heady romance” (Publishers Weekly). Winner of the Award of Excellence, the Washington Post has called her “one of the top digital writers in America.” Married with two children, Bella splits her time between Northern California and the Adirondacks. You can visit Bella online at www.BellaAndre.com.

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Some days, Rafe Sullivan hated his job.

The elegantly dressed woman seated in front of him had tears streaming down her face, and her once-flawless makeup was ruined by the black streams of mascara tracking down her cheeks. Rafe slid the box of tissues closer to her, but she was too busy sobbing and clutching the photos he'd just given her to notice.

In each of the dozen pictures, his client's CEO husband was with a different woman. Brunettes, blondes and redheads were all represented. The only thing they shared in common was cup size, as each of the women was very wellendowed, including the young wife sitting in Rafe's office.

"That bastard!" she spat between sobs. "He swore he would never cheat. He said I was everything to him. During our wedding vows, he stood up in front of my family and told me I was the true love of his life." She lifted her gaze from the pictures, her eyes so full of pain. "Why couldn't he be faithful? Is it because I'm not as pretty as these women?"

Seven years ago, when Rafe had decided to leave the police force and open up his own investigation firm, he'd been full of high ideals. Justice. Truth. That was what he'd been after. He now had half a dozen people working for him, and was widely considered to run the best P.I. firm in Washington State.

But how the hell had it come to this? He used to go into every case with an open mind. After all, how high could the statistics be in favor of infidelity? Fifty percent was high, he'd figured. Sixty percent would have been nuts.

He hadn't imagined a world in which 100 percent of the people he investigated were up to no good.

Somewhere along the way, Rafe's reputation for discovering whether or not high-profile men and women were cheating—and they always were—had eclipsed the number of his other investigative cases. He'd been unable to justify turning down these pricey jobs when he had a staff depending on him for salaries and benefits.

Though he'd been doing this for almost a decade, Rafe had never figured out how to numb himself to the moment when he handed his client the pictures he and his staff had taken of infidelity in action. He couldn't help but feel that he was at least partly responsible for their tears.

But, most of all, he hated the way the women moved all too quickly from anger to blaming themselves.

"This is not your fault," he said in a gentle voice.

He would like to have told his client that she was easily as beautiful as the women her husband had cheated with, and might even have reached out to touch her hand in comfort, but hard-won experience had taught him he couldn't even do that.

Comfort and much-needed compliments could be too easily mistaken for something more. He'd only been stupid enough to go down that road once, had known better than to start anything with one of his ex-clients, but she'd been persistent and pretty…and he'd been tired and just plain stupid. Boy, had that been a major screwup.

Now, though he wished he could do more to help his client, all he could do was hand her the tissues.

She finally plucked one from the box to wipe away her tears and running mascara. "I trusted him." Her voice was little more than a whisper now. "How will I ever be able to trust anyone again?"

Rafe knew she was waiting for him to assure her that not everyone was bad, that there were still some good guys out there. But after seven years of catching every cheater in the Pacific Northwest with their pants down, all he could do was remind her, "You have good instincts. That's why you came to me, isn't it?"

She nodded, her eyes finally drying. Thank God.

"Just keep trusting your instincts."

She seemed to think about his advice for a moment before taking a deep breath and wiping the rest of her tears away. "Yes, you're right, that's exactly what I need to do. Trust myself instead of anyone else. And right now my instincts are telling me to take my scumbag husband for absolutely everything he's worth." Renewed life glittered in her eyes as thoughts of revenge took hold.

His client had gone from anguish to self-blame to revenge all in the span of five minutes. It was only 10:00 a.m. He had seven more hours of this to look forward to.

She stood up and smoothed out her silk dress, stained with teardrops. "I can't thank you enough for your help, Mr. Sullivan."

He wished she hadn't had anything to thank him for as he shook her hand. "Good luck with everything."

"My soon-to-be ex-husband is the one who's going to be needing luck on his side," she assured him, before adding, "and I'll be sure to recommend you to my girlfriends." Cynicism now overshadowed her youthful beauty. "I'm sure most of them will be needing your services, too." She was halfway to his door when she turned back to him. "Do you know what hurts most of all? Even more than knowing that he was sleeping with other women? Even more than being lied to?"

Fortunately, Rafe knew it was a rhetorical question, so he simply waited for her to continue.

"He obviously didn't think I'd have the smarts or the nerve to find out what he was doing. If he wanted so badly to end our marriage, if he knew he didn't love me anymore, he should have been brave enough to just man up and tell me to my face." Her eyes narrowed. "But he didn't even have enough respect for me to do that."

As soon as she left his office, Rafe sank back on his leather couch and ran a hand over his face. And that was how his sister, Mia, found him a few minutes later when she burst into his office.

"I swear," she said, "the best-looking babes in the world come out of your office, and they're always wearing the most gorgeous and expensive shoes, too. Another rich guy screwing around on his trophy wife, huh?"

Rafe didn't bother to open his eyes. Or to acknowledge the question Mia already knew the answer to. Instead, he said, "If you're here to ask if you can take my Ducati for a ride, the answer is, and always will be, no." Lord only knew what his impulsive sister would do to his motorcycle if he let her have the keys, even for fifteen minutes. Besides, if she hurt herself by driving too fast or too wildly, his parents would kill him.

"Well, you certainly need some cheering up today, don't you?" He could hear her grinning even without looking at her. "Lucky for you, that's why I'm here."

Finally, he opened one eye. "Whatever you've got up your sleeve today, I'm not up for it. Try me again in six months."

"Trust me, this is going to make everything better. I promise."

Mia reached into her big red leather bag, something he guessed cost nearly as much as his motorcycle, and pulled out a piece of paper. Though he had never indicated he was in the market for a summer house, she'd been telling him about various lake properties for the past several months, emailing him pictures and handing him flyers when they were over at their parents' house for a meal. The constant barrage of lake house listings had got him thinking which, he knew, was entirely Mia's intent.

A couple of months away from crying, jilted trophy wives and cheating captains of industry?

Sounded like heaven.

His siblings all loved their work, especially Mia. She was so good at selling real estate that she'd opened her own brokerage well before she'd hit her thirties. His brother Adam had never seen a historic house he didn't want to rehab. Ian, the oldest...

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Verlag
MIRA
Erscheinungsdatum
2014
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0778317307
ISBN 13 
9780778317302
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Anzahl der Seiten
272
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