The Mogul and the Muscle (Bluewater Billionaires)

by Claire Kingsley

Everly Dalton, the woman she was interviewing, was already here. Pretty. Blond. Big smile. She and Cameron exchanged introductions and Cameron complimented her shoes.

Right as those words left her mouth, Nicholas opened the door from the terrace. Without missing a beat he said, “I’ll come back,” and left again.

“It’s not much,” he said, hanging his keys on a hook by the door. “But it’s home.”

The server came back and took our orders. I asked for a glass of Salishan Cellars white wine and she brought it a few minutes later.