Found by Love (Falling for Him Book 8)

by Jessica Gray

  Rocco nodded. He’d been unwilling to go find another career out of fear, and suddenly everything seemed to fall right into place. “Sure enough. How does Friday work? I need to finish this bathroom remodel before Charlie’s niece returns or I’ll be in hot water.”

  “Friday sounds fine. Why don’t we meet at the diner, say around 11:30; does that work for you?”

  “11:30 works fine, I’ll see you then.” Preston shook Rocco’s hand again and Charlie patted him on the back as they exited the cabin. Rocco watched them leave and stood there for several minutes trying to process what had just happened. He couldn’t wait to tell Lee about his day.

  ***

  Lee entered the hotel room she was staying in after a busy day. She plopped down on the couch and massaged her hurting feet. After leaving her office in the morning, she’d been running errands. She’d organized a moving company and arranged to have her apartment packed and moved up to Beaver Creek as soon as Karen’s parents went home. Then she’d visited her landlady and cancelled the lease on her apartment, changed her mailing address to that of the cabin, and transferred her bank accounts to the little town.

  After having dinner with Karen’s parents, she’d finally marked all of the items off her “to do” list. And now she couldn’t wait to talk to Rocco. He’d probably been working all day to get the bathroom remodeling done while she was gone, and she hoped he’d be at home already.

  When he picked up on the first ring, her heart jumped with excitement. “Hey, it’s me.”

  “Lee, darling. So, how did today go? Was your boss very upset about you quitting?” he asked with his voice full of warmth and love.

  Lee giggled. “You won’t believe it. He seemed to have anticipated it, and wished me well, but it gets even better. When I told him about my plans, he recommended me to his cousin, who is planning on building a ski resort near us and needs legal advice and someone to help him navigate the environmental laws for the area.”

  Rocco started laughing so loud she had to remove the phone from her ear. What could be so funny about that? “His name wouldn’t happen to be Preston Armstrong, would it?”

  “Yes. How did you know?” she asked.

  “Preston was here in the cabin this morning together with your uncle Charlie. He wants to contract me. I’m meeting with him on Friday for lunch to discuss designing his new resort complex.” Rocco couldn’t keep the pride out of his voice, nor the happiness.

  “Rocco. Wow. I’m so happy for you. I don’t know what to say.”

  “I might be able to help you with that. When are you going to be back here?” he teased her.

  “Are you already missing me?”

  “More than you know. And I’ll make sure never to let you go again, darling.”

  “I missed you too,” she said with a smile. “That’s why I ran errands the entire day and booked the first flight back to Santa Clara in the morning. I should be home around lunch.” Home? She didn’t have a place called home anymore. But it didn’t matter, because her home was wherever Rocco was.

  “That’s what I needed to hear. How about we celebrate tomorrow night? I’ll grill us some steaks, and we can light a fire…”

  “I’m already on fire for you. And I can’t wait to see you again, Rocco.”

  He groaned into the phone, “If you keep teasing me like this, I’ll skip the steaks and devour you for lunch, lady.”

  “That sounds even better. I love you.”

  “Love you too. And now I’ll be counting the minutes until you come home to me.”

  Lee hung up the phone and hugged herself. True love did exist.

  Chapter 15

  Three weeks later, Lee opened the door to the cabin and stopped to enjoy the sight of her new home. Since she’d decided to quit her job as a divorce lawyer, every day had been filled with love and joy.

  Her uncle had offered her the chance to purchase the cabin and she’d jumped at the opportunity; she and Rocco wanted to move in together, but his place was much too small to accommodate both of them and his newly acquired impressive drafting table.

  The night before, Rocco had asked her to marry him, and despite the short time they’d known each other, Lee knew deep in her heart he was “the one” and had enthusiastically said “Yes.”

  The wedding itself would have to wait until next year in the spring, so all of their friends and family would have enough time to make travel arrangements into Beaver Creek.

  Rocco had immersed himself in designing and managing the construction of the new ski resort and all of the condos to be built, which would keep him busy for the next year. And Preston Armstrong, who’d become a good friend to Rocco and Lee already, wanted Rocco to design his next resort.

  Lee had become Preston’s lawyer of choice for all things environment-related. She’d been full of energy and love for her job when they’d negotiated with the environmental groups and authorities to bring the ski resort well on its way.

  In the little spare time this work left her with, she’d started looking for an office in Beaver Creek and had already acquired her first client, Dennis from the hardware shop. She smiled as she remembered Rocco’s sting of jealousy when she’d told him. But she’d dispersed his worries with some extraordinary, awesome sex.

  As Lee surveyed her surroundings and the fantastic changes Rocco had done to make the cabin a cozy home for them, she heard steps and felt an arm entwine her waist. She leaned back against Rocco’s hard chest.

  “A penny for your thoughts.”

  She grinned. “I was remembering our first meeting and the spectacle I made of myself.”

  He pressed her harder against his body and whispered into her ear, “It was a spectacle all right. And I very much liked your birthday suit. How about we have a look at that one right now?”

  With his hardening erection pushing against her back and his lips placing soft kisses down her neck, how could she resist?

  ***The End ***

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  POWER OF LOVE

  The Armstrongs, Book ONE

  Jessica Gray

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  Sometimes Trevor Armstrong hated his job. It was a sentiment that made him question why he’d gone into law to begin with. The courtroom was slowly emptying out, the conversations fading away, leaving an unsettling quiet behind. He was beginning to hate this particular courtroom, as the only cases he ever mitigated inside it were marriage dissolutions!

  Tamping down his irritation, he gathered up his paperwork and tapped it on the wooden table a few times to align the edges of the papers together. He stuck them inside the manila folder with the name of his client emblazoned in red across the top tab, and put the folder inside his opened briefcase.

  Closing the brown leather case, he lifted his head up to see his latest client, the ex-Mrs. Cecilia Patton, watching him with a calculating gleam in her eyes. He smiled at her, trying to maintain his professional façade for a few moments longer. “Mrs. Patton, congratulations.” His voice lacked any enthusiasm, despite the fact that he’d just won a major commission for his firm.

  The blonde bombshell gushed her thanks a little more profusely, stepping close enough to lay an elegant hand with fire-engine red nails against the stark white of his dress shirt and bright yellow of his tie. “No, thank you! I can’t tell you how much I appreciate how well you handled Dennis.
Without you, I’d probably be out on the street right now!”

  And looking for another sucker to marry and divorce! Trevor kept that observation to himself, backing up a step and making it look as if he’d been allowing her to precede him from the courtroom. “All in a day’s work. Can I walk you out?”

  Mrs. Patton batted her eyes at him and gave him a smile that was more enticement than it was appropriate. She was the worst type of client; the longer he stayed in her presence, the dirtier he felt.

  Making short work of the walk towards the exit of the justice center, he excused himself at the men’s restroom, in dire need of ending his association with Mrs. Patton and trying to salvage what was left of this day. He saw the opposing counsel as he exited the restroom, and schooled his features into a normal mien, not giving any indication whether or not he was happy he’d just won his client nearly $35 million of her ex-husband’s money. “Trevor, you realize the only reason you won was because of a technicality?” the man he’d just faced across the courtroom asked.

  Trevor inclined his head. He liked the opposing lawyer, but he wasn’t in the mood to talk to him today. And this was business. “I followed the letter of the law. Persons under the age of twenty-one in this state cannot enter into legally binding agreements of any kind without a parent’s or guardian’s signature. Mr. Patton should have been more diligent and allowed his legal team to more thoroughly research the woman he chose to marry.”

  At the time Cecilia Patton had signed the prenuptial agreement, she’d been three days away from her twenty-first birthday. This detail made her signature invalid on the prenuptial agreement, but perfectly legal on their marriage license. The only exception to the age restriction was for marriage, which allowed persons upon reaching the age of eighteen to marry whomever they wanted without a parent’s or guardian’s cooperation.

  The law was confusing, and not something that most people would even think to research, but it was on the books, and therefore, enforceable. Mrs. Patton had received half of her ex-husband’s money on a technicality, even though the prenuptial had said she’d get next to nothing if the marriage lasted less than five years or failed to produce a male heir.

  The marriage had lasted sixteen months, and Cecilia Patton took fertility shots, not wanting to chance losing her youthful figure by becoming pregnant!

  He had discovered the age discrepancy, shutting down the court case and winning for his client. The decision left no room for a counter-defense. He’d won, so why wasn’t he happy? It was a shallow victory at best. Another marriage flushed down the toilet.

  He headed towards the rear entrance and his vehicle. He knew that the front entrance would contain numerous reporters waiting to question and congratulate him on his latest win, and he simply didn’t have the heart for it today.

  They’d come to his office to pester him there, but his secretary would take care of it. She was very good at shielding him from unwanted intruders. She’d give a press release and soon the reporters would be bored waiting for him – off to the next sensation. If there was one thing he hated even more than awful clients, it was those reporters.

  He was disappointed with the idea of love, and after days like today, he wondered if it was anything more than a fantasy. In his work as a divorce lawyer, he saw failed marriages every day. His clients weren’t the happy couples one saw on television, or in advertisements, they were real people, hurting and hating the person they had once professed undying love for.

  Most of the time he did his best to find the good in them. He tried to see things from their perspective, and that strategy worked about half the time. The other half fell into the same category as today’s client. Cecilia Patton was not a nice person. She wasn’t even the injured party. She was an awful fortune-seeker who had used her ex-husband’s desire, to spend the rest of his life happily spending his fortune on his beautiful young wife, against him in the most heinous way.

  As he pushed through the glass door at the rear entrance of the courthouse, he shook himself, taking a breath of fresh air to rid himself of the last few hours. Cecilia Patton had gotten her divorce, and her money. She’d also attempted to lure him into becoming the next notch on her bedpost, but Trevor had absolutely no interest in her or her type of woman.

  Trevor had a hard and fast rule about sleeping with clients. He didn’t do it! Ever! It would only bring trouble.

  He knew his good looks were viewed as a challenge by some members of the female population, especially some of his clients like Cecilia Patton, but he detested being viewed like a piece of meat on the market of available men.

  Sure, he worked out – a lot. But not to impress women; no, it was because he liked being in shape. And as a high-profile lawyer he always had to look impeccable. He kept his appearance neat, allowing his dark hair to grow just long enough to touch the top of his collar, but never any longer. His dark blue eyes were framed by thick dark lashes that more than one woman had lamented didn’t belong on a man. And at his core, he was a gentleman. A fact that many women tried to use against him.

  He wasn’t looking for love, or anything even close to resembling the emotion. He worked too much. He used the little free time he had to visit the gym or play squash with his buddies, and any remaining hours in his week were spent with his family.

  As he entered his vehicle, his thoughts drifted to his younger brother Dean. Dean had just recently found the love of his life, and Trevor found himself skeptical at first. After meeting Melissa, though, he’d changed his opinion. Dean and Melissa looked at each other with such affection; it was plain to see they were made for each other. They complimented each other perfectly, in every way!

  Trevor was happy for his brother, he really was. But he wasn’t expecting to ever find that kind of relationship for himself. He saw so many broken relationships in his everyday life; a love like Dean’s and Melissa’s only happened once in a blue moon.

  No! He was perfectly happy with the way his life was going. He had a small collection of women who would go out with him, knowing that nothing serious or exclusive was part of the deal. And given his current workload, the last thing on his mind was finding a woman to spend the rest of his life with. In fact, she didn’t exist, and he was fine with that.

  He activated the hands-free car kit with the words “Call Ryan.” He just loved that little technical toy. It allowed him to use the driving time in his car for work. Then he waited for his brother Ryan to pick up. Ryan was an artist who worked with precious metals – gold, to be specific. He made and sold his own jewelry, and together they were working on a special surprise for Dean’s engagement.

  “Hey, how’s it going?” he asked Ryan, not having to identify himself as he knew Ryan had a specific ring tone for each of his siblings. All seven of them!

  “Trevor, are you finished with court for the day?”

  “Yeah. I won.”

  “Do I congratulate you? Shouldn’t you sound a tad bit happier?”

  “No, it’s fine. Just a lousy client who worked the legal system to take her husband for a cool $35 million for sixteen months of so-so sex and no loyalty.”

  “Whoa there, bro! You’re sounding jaded. I never understood why you went in for law. And divorce law of all things!”

  They’d had this discussion many times. Ryan loved all things beautiful. Gold, precious metals, gemstones, diamonds. That was why he had chosen his career as goldsmith and jeweler, to make the world a more beautiful place. At least, that was his explanation. Trevor believed it was because it gave him the opportunity to hook up with many beautiful women.

  Anyhow, Trevor wasn’t up to discussing his career choice today and changed the topic. “I was calling to see when you wanted to get together and finish the design for Dean’s engagement present. You know Mom will not sit on this very long before she takes over and plans the entire thing.”

  Ryan laughed. “Well, planning was kind of her thing while we were growing up. I think she misses it, and Melissa and Dean are givin
g her the perfect opportunity to come out of retirement. She doesn’t get many opportunities to have us all gathered under the same roof these days, and knowing Mom, she won’t let this chance pass her by.

  “As far as schedules go, we could meet Thursday. I have to finish up a diamond necklace with matching earrings, but after that I’ve got plenty of time to get the piece for Dean designed and constructed.”

  “Great! How about Thursday morning before work? I’ve got a easy schedule for the rest of the week.”

  “That sounds good. How about I meet you at the gym and we play a few games of squash before we put our creative juices to work? I haven’t had a chance to best you in weeks.”

  “As if you can! Bring it on, bro. I’ll meet you at the gym and give you an opportunity to back up those words with your sweat and tears. When I beat your ass, you’re buying.”

  “Deal. See you Thursday.”

  Trevor disconnected the call, only to have it ring back immediately, “Yeah? Calling to call off the challenge?” he asked, assuming the caller was Ryan.

  “Uh, Trevor? It’s Blaine.”

  He laughed. “Sorry about that. I thought you were Ryan calling back. What’s up?”

  “I heard you won the Patton case and was just getting ready to head out. Want to meet at Charlie’s for a drink before you do?”

  “Sure. I was just sitting in my vehicle before heading out. I’ll meet you on the north side of the building. There’s no way I’m going back into the building. I don’t have it in me to deal with reporters today.”

  Blaine chuckled. “Copy that. Okay, see you in a few.”

  Trevor disconnected the phone once again and then slid back out of his vehicle. A drink would be welcome, and then he could head home and hopefully get a good night’s sleep.

  (End of Sneak Peak)