Exposed: Her Undercover Millionaire. Michelle Celmer

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      Brandon shrugged. “I’m in every couple of days. Like I said, it gets lonely.”

      “Where is it that you work, exactly?”

      “Copper Run Ranch just outside of Wild Ridge.”

      “I’ve never heard of Wild Ridge.”

      “It’s about two hours northeast of here, in the San Bernardino mountains. It used to be a mining town. Pretty as a picture.”

      “So you commute four hours every time you have a meeting with your mentor?”

      “We meet twice a week, Thursdays and Sundays at the library. I drive in Thursday afternoon and stay in a hotel, then drive back to the ranch after my lesson on Sunday morning.”

      “And your boss is okay with you taking all those days off?”

      “He’s a generous man.”

      More generous than most. “How long have you worked for him?”

      “Eight years.”

      “Have you ever thought of doing anything … different?”

      “Like what?”

      “I don’t know. Going back to school, maybe.”

      “What for? I like what I do.”

      But didn’t he want to better himself? He was obviously an intelligent man. He could be so much more than just a ranch hand.

      The waitress returned with Paige’s wine and a beer for Brandon. “Do you need menus?” she asked.

      “No, thank you,” Paige said.

      “Are you sure?” Brandon asked. “Dinner is on me.”

      This was supposed to be one drink. Not a meal. “I really can’t.”

      “Holler if you change your mind,” the waitress said.

      “Thanks, Billie,” Brandon said as she walked away.

      “Billie?” Paige asked. “As in the Billie on the sign outside?”

      “That’s right. She opened this place with her husband thirty years ago. They have two sons and three daughters. Their oldest son, Dave, is the cook and their youngest daughter, Christine, tends bar. Earl, her husband, passed away two years ago from a massive heart attack.”

      “How do you know all that?”

      “I talk to her.” He took a swallow of his beer and asked, “So, where are you from?”

      “I grew up in Shoehill, Nevada.” She sipped her wine, surprised to find that it was quite good. Usually “house wine” meant inferior.

      “Never heard of it.”

      “It’s a tiny, hole-in-the-wall town on the Arizona border. The kind of place where everyone has their nose in everyone else’s business.” And everyone knew her mother, the town lush.

      “You still have family there?” Brandon asked.

      “Distant relatives, but I haven’t seen them in years. I’m an only child and my parents are both dead.”

      “I’m real sorry to hear that. Was it recent?”

      “My dad died when I was seven, my mom when I was in college.”

      “How did they die?”

      He sure did ask a lot of questions, and she wasn’t used to revealing so much of her personal life to clients. Usually they were the ones doing all the revealing. But she didn’t want to be rude. “My dad was in an accident. He was a trucker. He fell asleep behind the wheel and ran his truck off the road into an overpass. They said he survived the crash, but he was knocked out by the impact. He was hauling a tank of combustible liquid and it ignited.”

      “Jesus,” Brandon muttered, shaking his head.

      “My mom took it pretty hard.” Her entire world had revolved around Paige’s father. And instead of accepting his death and moving on, she’d crawled into a bottle instead.

      “What did she do for a living?” he asked.

      “Whatever paid the bills.” Although thanks to her drinking, she never held a job for very long. They spent a lot of time on welfare.

      “How did she die?”

      “Liver cancer.” Exacerbated by years of binge drinking. Not even a cancer diagnosis had been enough to sober her up. She’d given up without even trying to fight. In fact, Paige suspected that it had been a relief. That her mother had slowly been killing herself. That she would have ended it sooner if only she’d had the courage. And in a way, Paige wished she would have. She couldn’t imagine ever being so weak that the loss of the man she loved could make her give up on life, and the welfare of her child.

      She loved her mother, but Fiona Adams had been weak and fragile. All the things Paige swore she would never be.

      “That must have been tough,” Brandon said.

      “I hadn’t seen her in quite some time, and I was so busy with school I didn’t really have time to be upset. I was a junior at UCLA and working to maintain a 4.0 GPA.”

      “Lofty goal.”

      “I had to keep my GPA up to keep my scholarship.”

      “Full ride?” he asked.

      “Four years.”

      He sipped his beer. “You must be pretty smart.”

      He sounded impressed, like maybe he didn’t meet a lot of smart people. “The hard work paid off. I graduated with honors and landed a job with one of the most prestigious event planning firms in San Diego.”

      “So how did you end up in Vista del Mar?”

      “San Diego was pretty expensive for someone just starting out and my boss happened to own a rental place here. I liked the area so much that when I branched out on my own, I decided to base my business here, too.”

      “What made you decide to start your own business?”

      She sipped her wine and said, “You ask a lot of questions.”

      He fished a nut from the bowl on the table and popped it in his mouth. “I’m curious by nature.”

      He was adorable enough to get away with it, and he listened with the kind of earnest, rapt attention that said he really cared. He seemed genuinely interested in knowing more about her.

      “I was responsible for bringing in some of the firm’s highest billing clients,” she said. “Yet I was only seeing a fraction of the profit.”

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