“Is that right?” Yes, he’d mentioned needing great people while looking at her, but she hadn’t wanted to read anything into it. But had he been talking about something other than work? Did she dare hope?
“Yes. And I think you will do well together.” He escorted her over to where Brandon stood on the dance floor.
“Thanks, Unc. I’ll take good care of her.”
“I expect no less, son.”
Faith stood there trying to figure out what was going on. Brandon slid his arm around her waist and started a slow sway. A flood of memories engulfed her—what she’d missed, how his touch made her feel. She missed the warmth of his hands gently caressing her spine, his hard body pressed against hers, the steady beat of his heart. The last time he’d held her this way had ended with him making love to her all night.
As if hearing her thoughts, Brandon said, “I missed holding you in my arms, feeling your heart against mine.” He held her close and continued moving.
She laid her head on his shoulder and melted into him, savoring being held this way. She wished it could be like this always.
“Come take a walk with me,” he said when the song ended. He took her hand and led her out of the ballroom and to the hotel’s garden area. They walked along the path a short distance, and then he stopped and pulled her in front of him. “I practiced all day what I wanted to say to you and now…now the only thing I can think about is how much I’ve missed you.” He tilted her chin and locked his eyes with hers. “How much I love you and need you in my life.”
“Brandon,” Faith whispered.
“I should have listened to you, shouldn’t have forced you to give up what rightly belongs to you. If I had to do it all again, I’d give it all up just to have you.” He paused as if trying to bring his emotions under control. “Faith, I thought having that job was the most important thing in my life, but you mean more to me than anything. And I don’t care about running the company, if it means I can’t have you.”
Faith was speechless. His passionate confession went straight to her heart. “Are you saying…?”
“Yes. I’m saying I love you and whether you take the job or not, it will always be there for you and so will I. Please give me another chance to show you how much you mean to me.”
“I…yes. I love you, Brandon.” She heard his soft gasp of relief just before he lowered his head and kissed her with a searing intensity that left them both trembling.
Brandon brushed tender kisses along her face. “Thank you for giving me another chance, baby. How long are you going to be here?”
“Until Sunday,” she murmured against his lips. “Why?”
“Can we spend some time together tomorrow?” His lips continued to roam lazily over her neck and shoulder.
As she ran her hands over his broad chest, she wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of tonight reacquainting herself with every part of his body, but she’d settle for the next day. “I’d like that.”
He eased back. “I’ll pick you up around eleven. Is that okay?”
It was better than okay. She had the man she loved back in her life.
“What are we doing here?” Faith asked the next morning as Brandon parked in the underground garage of the company’s office building.
Brandon got out, came around and helped her out of the car. “You’ll see.”
She narrowed her eyes. “You’re smiling. What are you up to?”
He gave her a quick kiss and pressed the elevator button. “I’m smiling because I have you back in my life.”
“Mmm-hmm.” They rode the elevator up and exited on the same floor as she had on her first visit. With it being a Saturday, they were the only people there. She followed him down the long hallway to a set of double doors.
He opened the doors with a flourish and gestured her inside. “What do you think?”
The spacious office had a large, polished mahogany desk, a window that extended the length of one wall, a bookshelf and another equally polished table on the other side of the room with seating for four. “It’s fabulous. Is this your new office?”