Page 7 of Prince of Her Heart
“Tell me what news?”
The familiar voice froze him.
Ramzi turned.And there she was.
Tabitha stood just inside the doorway, looking like she’d been carved from cool marble—elegant, composed, and glaring absolute daggers.Her grey wool dress hugged every delicious curve, and the V at her neckline hinted at a softness that Ramzi had tried very hard not to think about.
Too often.
Grey washed her out.He made a mental note to have Bethany subtly steer her toward warmer tones.But her pallor now wasn’t from color choice.
It was from fury.
Her hazel eyes locked on him, then snapped to her mother.“Mother,” she hissed, crossing the room swiftly to take Tilda’s hands to steady her, “what have you done?”
“I’ve asked your boss to help you,” Tilda said matter-of-factly, pausing in the doorway to cast one last glance over her shoulder at Ramzi.
Sizing him up.
She gave a nod, like a general approving a war plan.“He never goes back on his word.”
Tabitha stiffened.“No.Ramzi is very honorable,” she said, her voice tight.
Ramzi nearly laughed.The look she shot him held enough fury to ignite his desk.But then she turned, and all rational thought left his brain.
Her hips swayed with that unintentional elegance he could never ignore.That lush, feminine figure of hers made restraint an Olympic-level event.And beneath all that beauty was a razor-sharp mind that could dissect supply chains, identify weaknesses in market strategy, and predict global impacts before most executives even realized a shift was coming.
He also caught the blush that stained her lovely cheeks.
It stopped him.
Unexpected.And telling.
Ramzi’s eyes narrowed slightly as he studied her disappearing figure.Had he been misreading her all this time?Had the one woman who managed to get under his skin actually been harboring feelings of her own?
He crossed to his desk and opened the bottom drawer.For a moment, he just stared at the small black velvet box resting in the back corner.Untouched.Forgotten, but not discarded.
He picked it up and flipped it open.
The diamond ring inside gleamed with quiet promise.
He’d bought it three years ago—six months after Tabitha had joined his team.Even then, he’d known.She was the one.But he’d held back.Waited.Because something in her eyes warned him that she wasn’t ready.
Now, he was beginning to understand.
If Tilda was right—and Tabitha’s ex had cheated on her—then there was no chance she was still in love with him.Tabitha didn’t cling to what wasn’t working.She didn’t tolerate disrespect or make excuses for betrayal.
She wasn’t weak.
She was razor-sharp.Fiercely loyal.And when someone broke her trust, they were cut from her life with surgical precision.
No, Tabitha wasn’t in love with some man back home.
Which meant something else was holding her back.
He closed the ring box and slipped it into his jacket pocket.
He knew everything about her.
