Sweetheart – The Morgans of New York Read Online Deborah Bladon

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 377(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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Silently nodding in agreement, I stare at him.

“I should never have walked away from you.” He kisses my forehead softly. “I’ll regret that for as long as I live. If I could have a do-over, I’d take it in a heartbeat.”

I want that do-over too, but life can’t offer us that.

“We can’t go back to that day,” I whisper.

“We can’t,” he agrees with a brisk nod of his chin. “But we can go forward, and after tonight, that’s what I want, Sin. I want a chance with you. I don’t know if you want more of what we did or if you want to repair the friendship first, but I’m here for whatever it is, and I’ll do whatever it takes to show you I’m that guy you can count on.”

Suddenly feeling exhausted, I try to hide a yawn.

Jameson smiles. “Let’s get you back to bed. You’ll sleep, and I’ll stare at you. How does that sound?”

I laugh. “Creepy as fuck.”

He shrugs. “Call it what you will. I consider it a gift to share a bed with you, even if I have to keep my magic fingers to myself.”

I glance down to where his hand is resting on my waist. “Maybe after I sleep for a few hours, you can show me just how magical they are.”

“Deal.” Without warning, he hauls me over his shoulder before he carries me back to his bedroom.

CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

Jameson

“You’re not going to fucking believe this, Jameson.”

I glance up from my desk to find my brother standing in the open doorway of my office. “Believe what? That you still haven’t shaved? You’re right. I don’t believe it. Do you need me to spot you some cash for a new razor?”

It’s just past nine on Monday morning. I beat him to the office today. It’s a fucking miracle since I waited until the very last minute before I dragged my ass out of my bed. I didn’t want to leave Sinclair, but she was fast asleep, so I got myself ready for the day, kissed her cheek while she was still in dreamland, and then left her a message on the dining room table before I headed here.

Chuckling, he runs his hand over his chin. “I may keep it. There’s nothing wrong with change, right?”

Not sure what to make of that, I move to stand because I’ve got a meeting twenty minutes from now and need to head in that direction soon. “What is it that I’m not going to fucking believe?”

He smiles. “I’m about to nail down another deal.”

“With who?”

“Rosetta Ballew.” He glances toward the window before his gaze levels back on my face. “She inherited Sweet Nothings three years ago when her dad passed.”

I’m well aware. Rosetta is a decade older than me, with two year old twins and another baby on the way. Her father’s candy empire was left to her after his untimely death. Since they had been estranged for years, she wasn’t expecting to land at the helm of that company.

Her story was front page news and a staple on every gossip site for months. It made sense that people wanted the inside scoop since Rosetta won every acting award imaginable two years ago for her portrayal of a vindictive young woman with a penchant for murder.

“Denia had reached out to her before she died,” Holden explains. “Rosetta wasn’t looking to sell to Carden. I’m pretty sure she hung up on Grandmother because she was pushing too hard for the sale.”

I smile. “Sounds about right. Grandmother never gave up easily. If she wanted something, she’d move heaven and earth to make it happen.”

Holden laughs. “We know that from experience.”

Indeed we do. She was ruthless when it came to business, but there was a lot more to her. She had a soft spot for both of us, even when we didn’t live up to her ideal. I have more experience with that than my brother ever will.

“I have no idea why Rosetta changed her mind.” He glances at the floor. “When she called this morning, she said she’d been meaning to reach out to Grandmother, but then she died. I wish to fuck she would have made the call sooner.”

Me too.

“When is that meeting happening?”

He looks at me. “Next week. She wants me to put together a proposal. We talked about what she’s looking for, so I know where she wants us to land in terms of price. Employee retention is a deal breaker for her.”

“We’ll keep her team in place,” I state.

“We will. I’ll cement this deal, James. I’ll do it for Denia.”

I know he will.

“How are you and Sinclair doing?”

The question comes out of left field, but I can’t say I wasn’t expecting it. I’m not about to tell my brother that I spent all of last night in bed with my life-long crush. “We’re working through some issues.”



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