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I took care of rubbing down the horses, and as I unsaddled them and brushed them, I was lost deep in thought. I still didn\u2019t understand why I\u2019d kissed Sawyer. Well, I knew why, but I didn\u2019t get why I\u2019d given into my desire like that. It had been foolish, and it only confused things between us more.<\/p>\n

I was single, and I definitely played the field, but I didn\u2019t sleep with omegas who lived on the ranch. I occasionally dabbled with guests who were just passing through, or omegas who lived in town. But I was very careful to avoid sleeping with omegas who worked, or stayed on the ranch long term. Not to mention Sawyer was now technically my boss.<\/p>\n

Sure, he didn\u2019t know how to run the ranch without me, but he signed my paychecks now. Things could get awkward real fast if we started sleeping together. Even as I lectured myself for kissing him, the memory of his mouth against mine made me yearn for more. Somewhere along the line my frustration with him had morphed into full blown lust. I guess things had changed drastically after he almost died in the river.<\/p>\n

That had made me reexamine what life would be like without Sawyer. He hadn\u2019t visited in years, but at the back of my mind, he\u2019d always been there. I\u2019d believed that one day we\u2019d reconnect, and so the idea he\u2019d have died before that could happen, rattled me deeply. I\u2019d told myself I\u2019d forgotten all about him, but I\u2019d been lying.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d lingered in my memory like the scent of a warm summer night. My attraction to him as a teenager had grown quietly over the years. Seeing him again had awakened something in me, and he was really hard to ignore now. He seemed more relaxed with me the last few days, so I was able to see his softer side.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d forgotten how funny he could be, and that he was insecure. He often used humor to deflect, when the attention was focused on him. When I\u2019d been a kid, I\u2019d seen that behavior as cocky, but now it was clearer to me that he didn\u2019t believe in himself, and he expected no one else would either. I\u2019d always resented he had a happy family, and that Joe had adored him. I\u2019d never stopped to think that maybe his home life hadn\u2019t been perfect.<\/p>\n

Something had made him grow up doubting his own self-worth. The easiest answer was his parents had chipped away at his self-esteem.<\/p>\n

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The heat and smog were oppressive today. My shirt stuck to my skin as I hurried toward the air conditioning I knew awaited me at Harrison and Harrington Stock Brokerage. I\u2019d worked on the tenth floor of this same building, buying and selling shares, for four years, straight out of college. I\u2019d been lucky to get the job, since I\u2019d been so young. Positions like mine were all about connections, and I\u2019d had an ace in my pocket with my Granddad Joe.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d roomed with Mr. Harrington himself at college, and bonded over Top Ramen and girls. When I\u2019d graduated, Granddad Joe had put in a good word for me with his old friend, and I\u2019d gotten the job. I squeezed into the crowded elevator, tugging at my tie. Mr. Harrington preferred his male omega associates wore jackets and ties, and his female omegas to wear skirts.<\/p>\n

He was a rather old fashioned alpha, but since I needed my job, I had a closet full of silk ties and fitted shirts. He was a nice man, but a bit dated in his thinking. He\u2019d even once lectured me about living with my boyfriend Jeremy. Jeremy worked at Harrison and Harrington too. Living and working with your significant other was indeed a challenge. But mostly we made it work.<\/p>\n

Although Jeremy had been extremely moody lately. \u201cHey, Sawyer.\u201d Trudy, the receptionist greeted me brightly. \u201cMr. Harrington was asking for you.\u201d \u201cReally?\u201d My stomach clenched. I hoped I wasn\u2019t in trouble. Things had been a little slow lately, but that was just how this job was. Sometimes you couldn\u2019t keep up, and other times you twiddled your thumbs. \u201cDoes he want to talk to me about my numbers? I know they need to come up, and I\u2019m working on it.\u201d \u201cI don\u2019t think it\u2019s anything to do with your work.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo? Do you have any idea what he wants?\u201d I ran a hand over my blond hair, still feeling bedraggled from the heat outside. \u201cI think someone from your grandfather\u2019s ranch called, but since you weren\u2019t here, Mr. Harrington took the call.\u201d \u201cIt wasn\u2019t Granddad who called?\u201d \u201cNo\u2026 it wasn\u2019t him. I didn\u2019t recognize the voice.\u201d The phone rang next to Trudy, and she turned away to answer. I frowned. Why would someone else have called from Granddad\u2019s ranch? Usually he called himself. My pulse sped up and I hurried toward Mr. Harrington\u2019s large office.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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