Page 91 of Billionaire Unforgettable: Tanner

Tanner wanted to acquire this particular company, and he’d been a little uptight about this meeting.

The acquisition was personal to him because it was a research company that did important medical research, and it had fallen under bad management.

Like the amazing man he was, Tanner wanted to get the company operating at its full potential again because it had so much potential to cure deadly diseases.

I’d been in Billings to meet with some of my contractors, so I’d picked up lunch for Tanner.

I knew he wouldn’t be leaving his office today until that meeting happened around four o’clock.

The crazy man forgot about food when he was troubled about an acquisition.

“Well, I’m going to disturb him,” I told Joyce determinedly. “He has to eat.”

Tanner had been ready for this meeting for at least a week.

He didn’t need to keep going through the figures over and over.

She shot me a relieved look as she stood and grabbed her purse. “I’m pretty sure you’re one distraction he won’t mind. Have a nice lunch.”

I smiled at the woman as she departed for lunch.

While it was true that Tanner didn’t let KTD rule his life anymore, there were still times when he got a little uptight about work.

I got that.

He’d given up his entire life for a long time to build this company, and it was important to him.

My company had only been open for a few months now, and there were times when I obsessed about my growing company, too.

Tanner had been there to support me every step of the way.

And I was going to be there to support him when things were stressful at KTD.

I didn’t worry about his company taking over his life anymore.

He showed me every damn day that I was always his priority.

Things had been nearly perfect between the two of us since we’d returned from New York. So perfect it was almost scary.

I opened the office door quietly because my hands were too full to knock.

His office was contemporary, large, and impressive, just like the entire KTD building.

But I wasn’t really thinking about his beautiful office when I peeked into the large room.

My focus went directly to the man sitting behind the desk.

Tanner was on the computer, probably going over figures for about the millionth time.

As always, he took my breath away in his custom navy blue suit, but I frowned as I saw that his hair was mussed, like he’d been raking his hands through it in frustration.

“Not now, Joyce,” Tanner said gruffly without looking up from the computer. “Whatever it is, I’ll deal with it later.”

I smiled.

It never ceased to amaze me that Tanner could go from a congenial, small town guy in jeans to a gruff, demanding business tycoon so easily.

There were so many layers to Tanner, and I loved all of them.

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