The Sweetest Love (Love Conquers All Book 5) by Victoria Wells Page A

she felt so mixed up and out of sorts was when Abby had died.
    How strange was that? More tears fell from her eyes. First she lost Abby and now Adam.
    But you don’t have to lose Adam. Just call him again, the tiny voice in her heart whispered.
    Wiping her eyes, Roxy’s fingers glided across the keyboard as she googled the law firm where Adam worked.
    Taking a deep breath, she picked up her phone and dialed. When the perky receptionist answered, she asked to speak with Adam West.
    “Mr. West isn’t in the office. May I take a message?”
    Disappointment crushed Roxy. “No, thank you.”

    Adam stretched and yawned. He’d been up since six this morning doing research for a new case. Sleep had been hard to come by these last few nights. Throwing down the file he’d been reading onto the coffee table, he rubbed his tired eyes.
    Blowing out a harsh breath, he cussed. This so-called vacation hadn’t gone the way it was supposed to. He had planned on spending time with Roxy, getting to know the grown up woman. But that hadn’t happened. For some reason unbeknownst to him, she had pretty much told him to go to hell without so much as an explanation. And then the next day she had blown up his phone with messages wanting to talk.
    Too damn bad. She should have talked when he wanted to talk. He didn’t have time for her wishy-washy demeanor. He was too old to play games. If she didn’t want to be bothered, then so be it.
    Standing, he stretched again. Going over to the fridge, he pulled out a beer and twisted off the cap. He took a long draw from the bottle before setting it down on the counter. This was why he kept women at a distance. The first time you did something they didn’t like they were either ready to make you pay for it with blood, sweat and tears or they were ready to kick you to the curb.
    Once a woman crossed that line, there was no going back for him. Roxanna Harris was no different.

    Roxy’s heart pounded in her chest. She had never been so anxious in all her life. But this was something she had to do. Her fingers trembled when she pressed the doorbell.
    She waited for what seemed like an eternity when in reality it was only about thirty seconds before the door swung open. Her stomach churned in nervousness. The dark scowl he wore screamed loud and clear; he was not happy to see her.
    Adam held his stern mask in place as he stared down at Roxy. In spite of all that smack he was just talking to himself, he had an overwhelming urge to grab her in his arms. He wanted to kiss her until she was dizzy and then shake her until she told him what he had done so wrong for her to push him away.
    Shifting from foot to foot in her stilettoes, the lines she rehearsed in her head on the cab ride over suddenly vanished. She couldn’t remember her own name! “Umm… umm…”
    Adam lifted a thick brow. If he didn’t know any better he’d swear she never mastered the English language. “Are you alright?”
    Embarrassment burned her cheeks, turning them a deep crimson. “Yes… I mean no… I mean… I just came to apologize,” she stammered, feeling like a complete idiot.
    Before she could turn and make her hasty getaway, Adam reached out and gently pulled her across the threshold and into his arms. He could tell it had taken lots of courage for her to come here and face him.
    Dropping her purse on the floor, she wrapped her arms around his midsection. She wanted to weep. He felt so good. She thought she’d never feel those strong arms around her again. Thought she’d never inhale that scent that was so masculine, so him.
    “I’m sorry I was so nasty to you, Adam,” she murmured, embarrassed all over again.
    She became worried when he released her and didn’t say anything. Reaching around her, he closed and then locked door. She followed him when he led her to the sofa and motioned for her to sit.
    “Do you want something to drink?” he asked as he headed to the kitchen.
    “Water please.” She needed