Unbroken Hart (The Hart Family) Read Free

conscience dismiss her out of hand without reason, so I decided to give her a chance.
    Within a week I knew that Sabrina was going to be an even better assistant than Helen had been.  That was really saying something, because I had felt secure that the things I needed to have done were being taken care of under Helen.  The difference was that Sabrina read me in a different way.  She seemed to understand what I was going to need before I did.  The other difference was that Sabrina was interested in the business as a whole, and she loved what she was doing.  She was bright and dedicated, and I knew that I wasn't going to be able to find anyone who would do the job better.
    Like a moth to the flame, I couldn't stay away from her.  My brother had been away when Sabrina started working for me, and I missed him terribly because I felt that he would have talked me down from the ledge about her.  Without Damien to remind me why I needed to avoid her, I didn't. 
    I got to know her in a different way than I'd ever known anyone before.  I was anxious to peel back her layers, to discover wha t it was that set her apart from everyone else on earth.  Why was a twenty-four year old woman so mature and focused?  She was calmer and more serene than any of the other assistants who had tried out for the job, and some of them had been twice her age.
    A few days after she started, I noticed that she'd put some personal items on her desk.  I made my way over to her area, anxious to see what meant enough for her to look at every day.  There were two photos on her credenza, and I quickly noted that neither of them included a boyfriend as I breathed a sigh of relief.
    The first photo was of Sabrina and a beautiful girl that could only have been her sister because the similarity was apparent.  The sister was beautiful like Sabrina was, and her smile lit up her entire face.  The second photo was of Sabrina, her sister and their parents.  Again, the resemblance was self-explanatory.  Their mother looked exactly like the girls, just a bit older, the only difference between her and her daughter's being that they had their father's eyes.  All four of them had joyous smiles that lit up their entire faces.  For a moment, I was jealous.  Clearly Sabrina had a loving relationship with her parents, something I knew nothing about.
    Right at that moment I heard her enter our work suite.  Turning to her, I smiled and held up the p hoto I'd been looking at.  "Sorry, I'm being nosy and I had to peek at your pictures.  This is a lovely family photo.  You look just like your parents. Do they live around here?"
    It was clear that I'd said something wrong when her eyes filled with tears.  Shaking her head, she dabbed at her eyes with her fingertips.  I was across the room in a second, putting my hand on her arm in a gesture of comfort as I asked, "Is everything okay?"
    Her lower lip quivered for a moment before she got herself back together.  Smiling sadly, she nodded.  "I'm sorry about getting emotional.  My parents were killed just over a year ago in a car accident.  It's still hard for me to wrap my mind around. It's just my sister and I now.  Fortunately we're extremely close, so that helps."
    I was mortified that I'd up set her.  "I'm so sorry Miss Tyler.  I didn't mean to upset you or make you unhappy."
    She shook her head at me, pulling away as she walked to her desk to grab a t issue.  "It's not your fault, Mr. Hart. You couldn’t have known."
    That was true, but it didn't make me feel any better.  I cared about her already, hate d to see her hurting.  I hoped that she was as close to her sister as she'd said, and I wanted to make sure of that for myself.  Before I could censor myself I said, "First, don't ever call me Mr. Hart again. I'm done calling you Miss Tyler as well.  From now on I'm Dante and you're Sabrina.  Also, I'd like to meet your sister.  Would you be open to letting me take you both out to dinner Friday