Page 28 of Chosen By a Billionaire (Rags to Romance #24)

The next day, when the doctor gave her the all-clear, Harrison took her home in his limousine. They sat in the back seat without saying a word. It was that intense.

For Harrison it was all about the emotions she pulled out of him as if she was pulling a rabbit out of her hat.

He assumed, deep down, that it had to be love, but he’d never experienced it before to be certain.

But it was something different alright. And as much as it was drawing him closer to her, it was repelling him at the same time.

Love was no joke to Harrison. Love could lift up, but it could cut down too.

And it was the cut down that worried him.

He saw what love did to his parents when they divorced and took up with all of those different lovers and love affairs they ran through. Love nearly destroyed them both. He didn’t want that in his tidy, orderly life. Why would he want that kind of upheaval in his life?

But there he was. Right smack in the middle of something he said he’d never participate in. And he was still trying with all he had to understand why did it suddenly come into his world.

When they arrived at Jayda’s apartment and Vincent opened the door for them, Harrison walked her into the small lobby and up to her apartment.

Her landlord, who was in the lobby, stopped what he was doing and stared at them as they walked up.

Jayda wanted to say something smart, like look at me now, you bastard but she knew there was nothing to see there.

She was willing to admit her love for Harrison, but she knew he wasn’t ready to admit his love for her. If he had any love for her!

But seeing her landlord stare at them as if he just knew Jayda was above her class; as if he could tell money had walked into the building and he was wondering how did Jayda the Loser get her hands on any?

But Jayda wasn’t thinking about her landlord. She was thinking about Harrison and how was she going to deal with her own feelings.

And when he gave her a hug when they got to her apartment door, they both closed their eyes tightly and held on far longer than any simple hug would have required.

And when they pulled back, they didn’t stop holding onto each other.

Their foreheads even touched and they remained there for several seconds, as if they both were processing very strong emotions.

But they finally pulled apart. “I’ll see you on Thursday,” Harrison said, and then he left.

When he looked back at Jayda, she smiled and then went into her apartment.

She leaned against the door. He had a date last night.

Yet he stayed all night with her. But was it care and concern for her, or was it pity for her and an obligation to his investment in her?

She didn’t know which it was, and that wasn’t a good place to be.

But this upcoming week, she felt, would tell her all she needed to know.

Would he check on her between now and Thursday?

Will they get together again? Or would he avoid her like the plague?

This coming week, she believed, would say a lot.

But as Harrison made it back downstairs, he was just as torn as she was. First he made sure the security detail assigned to her was in place, which it was, and then, as Vincent held his limo door open, he got inside.

But he was nowhere near the self-assured image they saw. Harrison was thrown. He left Jayda’s apartment as convinced as she was that they had made yet another major connection too. But was it the wrong connection?

They were going down the love connection road as sure as he was sitting there, when this was supposed to be a business access road.

He had to get back on track. He wasn’t ready to lose himself in somebody else and then fall to pieces if it didn’t work out.

He knew business. He knew nothing about love.

This was a business thing, not a love thing.

And he was bound and determined to keep it that way.

An easy fix. If his heart wasn’t in it.