Nick stood on the dock and watched

Nick stood on the dock and watched the line of boats bob in the water. Cranky waves rose and hit the shore as a harbinger of winter. The burnt orange sunset cut through the threatening dark and illuminated the archway of lights from the Newburgh Beacon Bridge. He stuck his hands in his Armani suit jacket and breathed in the fresh, clean air. Calmness seeped through his body as he stared at his beloved mountains, and once again, he knew this was where he belonged.
Ten years ago, the waterfront property had been infested with drug dealers and crack addicts. The beautiful lines of the river were steeped in garbage, the elegant brick buildings stood empty, their broken windows a cry for help. Eventually, investors saw the potential of the area and began to throw money into a dream of restoration.
Nick and his uncle watched the project carefully and bided their time. Somehow, they had both suspected the opportunity would finally come for Dreamscape to profit locally. The first daring person to open a bar in the area began to draw a new crowd who wanted to have a beer and some Buffalo wings while watching the seagulls. As the cops descended into the heart of the city, cleanup projects sprouted up from not-for-profit organizations. The last five years proved the project was worthy of investors’ attention. The restaurants and spa Nick wanted to build would change the Hudson Valley forever. And he knew he was the one meant to build it.
His mind flashed back to his meeting with Hyoshi Komo. Nick had finally closed the deal. There was only one man left who stood in the way of his dream.
Michael Conte.
Nick swore softly as he watched the sun begin to sink. Hyoshi had agreed to give Nick the contract only if Michael Conte backed him. If Nick couldn’t convince Conte he was the man for the job, Hyoshi would pick another architect and Dreamscape wouldn’t have a chance.
Nick couldn’t let that happen.
He was a man who had traveled widely in search of an education for architecture. He’d looked upon the glittering gold domes in Florence and the tall elegant towers in Paris. He’d seen pristine exotic islands, the majestic Swiss Alps, and the raw, carved rocks of the Grand Canyon.
Nothing in his sight or mind or heart came close to his mountains.
A mocking smile touched his lips as the corny thought caught and held.
He studied the view for a long time, as his mind sorted his problems with his wife and the contract and Conte and still came up empty. His cell phone rang and interrupted his thoughts.
He punched the button without checking caller ID. “Hello.”
“Nicky?”
He smothered a curse. “Gabriella. What do you want?”
She paused. “I need to see you. There’s something important to discuss and I can’t over the phone.”
“I’m down by the river. Why don’t you come to the office tomorrow?”
“By the marina?”
“Yes, but—”
“I’m on my way. Be there in ten.”
The phone clicked.
“Son of a bitch,” he muttered. He quickly went over the options and reminded himself he had every right to leave. Then the guilt pricked. Gabriella may still be upset he’d ended the relationship so abruptly. Maybe she needed to yell at him some more. He knew women believed in closure, and had a thing about competition. She was probably driving herself crazy that Alexa had “won” him.
So he decided to wait and listen to her ranting, then apologize and get on with his life. Fifteen minutes later, Gabriella showed up.
He watched her climb out of her silver Mercedes convertible. She walked over with a lazy confidence that invited men to look their fill. He neutrally admired the cropped black T-shirt that exposed her flat stomach and showed off her belly ring. Hip hugger jeans slung slow, cinched with a thin black belt. Low-heeled black boots crunched on the gravel until she stopped in front of him. Wine red lips pursed in a professional pout.
“Nick.” Her eyes burned but her tone was chilly. “It’s good to see you.”
He nodded. “What’s going on?”
“I need some advice. I got a contract offer for Lace Cosmetics.”
“That’s a huge account, Gabby. Congratulations. What’s the problem?”
She leaned in. The expensive scent of Chanel drifted in the air. “It’s a two-year deal but I’d need to relocate to California.” Emerald eyes widened with the perfect amount of innocence and desire. “This is my home. And I hate Baywatch mentality. I’ve always been a die-hard New Yorker. Like you.”
A warning bell clanged somewhere in his brain. “You need to decide this for yourself. It’s over between us. I’m married.”
“We had something real. I think you got spooked and jumped at the first female you could control.”
He shook his head with a twinge of sadness. “I’m sorry, that’s not true. I have to go.”
“Wait!” One moment she stood a few inches away, the next she was squished against his chest with her arms looped around his neck and her hips seriously grinding against his.
Jesus…
“I miss this,” she murmured. “You know how good we are together. Marriage or no marriage, I still want you. And you want me.”

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Nick berdiri di dermaga dan menyaksikan garis kapal Bob di dalam air. Rewel gelombang naik dan memukul pantai merupakan pertanda musim dingin. Oranye terbakar matahari terbenam memotong melalui ancaman gelap dan diterangi kolong lampu dari Jembatan Beacon Newburgh. Ia terjebak tangannya dalam nya Armani jas dan bernapas di udara yang segar dan bersih. Ketenangan merembes tubuhnya saat ia menatap pegunungan tercinta nya, dan sekali lagi, dia tahu ini adalah di mana ia milik.Sepuluh tahun yang lalu, properti tepi laut telah dipenuhi dengan pengedar narkoba dan pecandu crack. Garis indah sungai yang tenggelam dalam sampah, bangunan elegan bata yang berdiri kosong, jendela pecah mereka teriakan minta tolong. Akhirnya, investor melihat potensi daerah dan mulai membuang uang ke mimpi pemulihan.Nick dan pamannya menyaksikan proyek dengan hati-hati sambil menanti kesempatan mereka. Entah bagaimana, mereka berdua telah diduga kesempatan akan akhirnya datang untuk Dreamscape keuntungan secara lokal. Orang pertama yang berani untuk membuka sebuah bar di daerah mulai menggambar kerumunan baru yang ingin memiliki bir dan beberapa Buffalo wings sambil menonton burung-burung camar. Sebagai polisi turun ke jantung kota, proyek-proyek pembersihan tumbuh dari tidak-untuk-laba organisasi. Lima tahun terakhir membuktikan proyek ini layak perhatian investor. Restoran dan spa Nick ingin membangun akan mengubah Hudson Valley selamanya. Dan dia tahu dia adalah satu dimaksudkan untuk membangunnya.His mind flashed back to his meeting with Hyoshi Komo. Nick had finally closed the deal. There was only one man left who stood in the way of his dream.Michael Conte.Nick swore softly as he watched the sun begin to sink. Hyoshi had agreed to give Nick the contract only if Michael Conte backed him. If Nick couldn’t convince Conte he was the man for the job, Hyoshi would pick another architect and Dreamscape wouldn’t have a chance.Nick couldn’t let that happen.He was a man who had traveled widely in search of an education for architecture. He’d looked upon the glittering gold domes in Florence and the tall elegant towers in Paris. He’d seen pristine exotic islands, the majestic Swiss Alps, and the raw, carved rocks of the Grand Canyon.Nothing in his sight or mind or heart came close to his mountains.A mocking smile touched his lips as the corny thought caught and held.He studied the view for a long time, as his mind sorted his problems with his wife and the contract and Conte and still came up empty. His cell phone rang and interrupted his thoughts.He punched the button without checking caller ID. “Hello.”“Nicky?”He smothered a curse. “Gabriella. What do you want?”She paused. “I need to see you. There’s something important to discuss and I can’t over the phone.”“I’m down by the river. Why don’t you come to the office tomorrow?”“By the marina?”“Yes, but—”“I’m on my way. Be there in ten.”The phone clicked.“Son of a bitch,” he muttered. He quickly went over the options and reminded himself he had every right to leave. Then the guilt pricked. Gabriella may still be upset he’d ended the relationship so abruptly. Maybe she needed to yell at him some more. He knew women believed in closure, and had a thing about competition. She was probably driving herself crazy that Alexa had “won” him.So he decided to wait and listen to her ranting, then apologize and get on with his life. Fifteen minutes later, Gabriella showed up.He watched her climb out of her silver Mercedes convertible. She walked over with a lazy confidence that invited men to look their fill. He neutrally admired the cropped black T-shirt that exposed her flat stomach and showed off her belly ring. Hip hugger jeans slung slow, cinched with a thin black belt. Low-heeled black boots crunched on the gravel until she stopped in front of him. Wine red lips pursed in a professional pout.“Nick.” Her eyes burned but her tone was chilly. “It’s good to see you.”He nodded. “What’s going on?”“I need some advice. I got a contract offer for Lace Cosmetics.”“That’s a huge account, Gabby. Congratulations. What’s the problem?”She leaned in. The expensive scent of Chanel drifted in the air. “It’s a two-year deal but I’d need to relocate to California.” Emerald eyes widened with the perfect amount of innocence and desire. “This is my home. And I hate Baywatch mentality. I’ve always been a die-hard New Yorker. Like you.”A warning bell clanged somewhere in his brain. “You need to decide this for yourself. It’s over between us. I’m married.”“We had something real. I think you got spooked and jumped at the first female you could control.”He shook his head with a twinge of sadness. “I’m sorry, that’s not true. I have to go.”“Wait!” One moment she stood a few inches away, the next she was squished against his chest with her arms looped around his neck and her hips seriously grinding against his.Jesus…“I miss this,” she murmured. “You know how good we are together. Marriage or no marriage, I still want you. And you want me.”