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front windows framed by white shutters.
She made her way up to the newish looking front door and raised her hand to knock, but never
had a chance.
A blonde girl opened the door, wide smile on her face. Victoria Green? she asked.
Victoria blinked a few times, not expecting so much cheer this early in the morning. Yes, I m
Victoria. Katy, right?
The girl s pale skin immediately turned bright red. I can t believe Victoria Green knows my
name! she gushed.
Victoria pushed down her own desire to blush. She hadn t quite gotten used to her fame. She d
never requested it, and none of the male CEOs of Green s had ever garnered this much attention.
Something about her takeover must ve struck a chord in the media, because there always seemed to be
one or two photographers around who would pop up out of the blue at the most inconvenient times.
So what was she supposed to say to someone who admired her without knowing anything about
her? Dean says that you re a great kid. Victoria winced. This was a beautiful sixteen-year-old. Not
a kid.
But Katy didn t seem fazed. Instead, she rolled her eyes. He s a bragger.
Victoria frowned. She d never gotten the impression that Dean had been bragging about anything,
but she didn t correct Katy s thoughts about her brother. Where is Dean? We have a flight to catch.
She shifted to glance over Katy s shoulder.
He should be down soon, assured Katy.
Like the outside, the inside of the home was small. All Victoria could see was a narrow hallway
that led to the kitchen and the stairs to the second story. Though tiny, the inside was well done.
Everything was clean and updated. Not exactly what she expected from a bachelor s home, little
sister or not.
One thing in particular stood out. That s not his suitcase, is it? She pointed to the bright pink
suitcase with white polka dots.
Katy snorted. No! That s mine. I m staying at a friend s house while Dean s gone.
Victoria grinned at the idea of Dean strolling through the airport with the bright pink bag rolling
behind him. As amusing as the image was, she had a feeling it wouldn t bother him. He was the most
masculine man she d ever met, and a feminine bag probably wouldn t faze him in the slightest.
Creaking noises came from upstairs, and Victoria looked up as Dean headed down. Her breath
caught in her throat in the annoying way it always seemed to do when she saw him. But she couldn t
help it. The man was beautiful. His shoulders were so wide, he practically filled the entire staircase.
She cleared her throat as she stepped back, already anticipating how much room he d need to fit
out of the doorway. Good morning, she said, but his attention was fully on Katy.
I have Mrs. Beckett s phone number, and I will be calling her tonight to make sure you re there.
Katy s face immediately fell as she blushed red again. I got it, she murmured.
There s extra food for Rigby in the laundry room and the emergency vet number is on the
fridge.
I ve done this before, okay? Now just go before you re late. She turned and disappeared
behind a corner in the house.
He sighed and squeezed out of the door, maneuvering his duffel bag to fit better. Morning,
Victoria, he said in a less than pleased voice.
She decided not to comment on his sister and followed him to the car. The driver already had the
trunk open and was waiting for Dean s luggage. Dean hesitated a second before he handed over the
worn bag and then got into the backseat as the driver arranged the luggage.
Victoria stood on the sidewalk for a brief second. This wasn t a good idea. She was going to be
stuck with Dean for days. What would they even talk about? In her mind, she d imagined doing work
or reading articles on the plane, without giving much thought to making conversation with the man.
But now that he was there, sitting in the car and waiting for her, it all seemed too much.
She shook her head at her own hesitation. Good grief, she d spent time with people she didn t
know before. You re being ridiculous, she muttered to herself as the driver opened the door for her.
Thank you, Ron. She slid in. The car was roomy, but it wasn t exactly a stretch limo.
She leaned against the door, trying to give him as much space as possible, but even then she could
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