Breaking His Rules (The Clifford Brothers #1)

I visited our main offices outside Portland at least once a year. This week, I was in Seattle. The city had many opportunities for growth. We had offices downtown, and I always requested the same room in the same hotel right next to it. I liked routine and doing things a certain way.

My schedule here was always the same: back-to-back meetings from morning until evening, then a very late business dinner. After that, I usually went to my hotel room and kept working. My mind was always racing a million miles an hour, but even more so when I was on a business trip.

This time, though, things were different. Whenever I came into my hotel room, the first thing I did was check the time. At midnight, I always called Ruby. It was like an addiction. I needed to hear her voice. The only time we could talk without any time pressure was in the middle of the night.

“Hello, handsome. I was looking forward to your call.” Her voice sounded nasally .