Love Remains

by Zrinka Jelic

  Love Remains

  Zrinka Jelic

  Avon, Massachusetts

  This edition published by

  Crimson Romance

  an imprint of F+W Media, Inc.

  10151 Carver Road, Suite 200

  Blue Ash, Ohio 45242

  www.crimsonromance.com

  Copyright © 2013 by Zrinka Jelic

  ISBN 10: 1-4405-7046-9

  ISBN 13: 978-1-4405-7046-9

  eISBN 10: 1-4405-7047-7

  eISBN 13: 978-1-4405-7047-6

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, corporations, institutions, organizations, events, or locales in this novel are either the product of the author’s imagination or, if real, used fictitiously. The resemblance of any character to actual persons (living or dead) is entirely coincidental.

  Cover art © 123rf.com; istockphoto.com/Mlenny

  Contents

  Acknowledgments

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  About the Author

  A Sneak Peek from Crimson Romance

  Also Available

  Acknowledgments

  I’d like to thank my wonderful critique partners from Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal critique loop, editors from Crimson Romance, and all others who contributed and helped me shape my novel to this final project.

  “In Love Remains, Ms. Jelic has once again written a highly imaginative paranormal romance with believable characters that are both flawed and compassionate with a plot that will keep you guessing until the end.”

  Debbie Christiana, author of Twin Flames and Solstice.

  “Zrinka Jelic has achieved a higher level of success with her time-travel story, Love Remains. Olivia had a difficult job, chopping employees’ heads, and then to travel to another dimension where she had a husband and children was felling. However, as with any Jelic story, the romance is strong and I was happy to travel with Tom and Olivia. At the end of life isn’t that what we seek — the warmth of love?”

  jj Keller, Trade Agreement, LASR Best Book

  Dedicated to all women, juggling families and careers, your love lives on in the lives of your children, and that’s something worth living behind.

  CHAPTER 1

  Poor fools, they made her laugh. Like squirrels busy digging for nuts, the Intelcorp’s employees turned to work in hopes their name wouldn’t get called. They knew their numbers would reduce when Olivia Owen from headquarters made her appearance, and so far she glided through her job of weeding out the slackers. The management preferred to call it a downsizing maneuvers — good for the investors and hell for the workers. Her gaze trailed a slouched man on his way out of her office. Bet now he wouldn’t scoff at the early retirement package he’d refused two years ago.

  The hot security guard shut the door after the man. The watchman assigned to her to protect her from possible verbal or physical abuse of disgruntled employees assumed his usual pose, straight back, wrists crossed in front. Since this morning, Olivia eyed the young guy every chance she got. He exchanged a few flirtatious glances with her, and the thought of what lay hidden under his navy blue uniform sent heat to her core.

  His shirt stretched over his chest and shoulders and bunched around his biceps. He had everything she’d want in a causal sexual partner. She crossed her legs tighter, sending pleasant vibrations between her thighs. Both hands on her wristwatch pointed at three. If the last of the employees didn’t give her any grief over getting laid off, she might squeeze in a hurried encounter with her personal guard. It always helped loosen her tension and clear her mind. With a head shake, she dismissed the notion and returned her attention to the task at hand. These employees weren’t going to lay themselves off. She performed her duty with utmost professionalism and candor. That was why management sent her to their office in British Colombia.

  But her best was never good enough. Not to the kind of mother she’d been dealt.

  The elastic holding her hair in a ponytail left a sore spot at the back of her head. Loosening the band, stray locks of hair slid over her face. She gathered them in one hand and flipped them over her shoulder. A click of the mouse and the screen displayed the profile of the last unfortunate soul. This employee took too many sick days during the past year.

  A seductive smile crept onto her lips and she nodded to the security guard. He replied with a smirk and a flick of his eyebrows. Yeah, she’d regret not getting him in the sack, damn her tight schedule. His trousers stretched over his taut butt as he bent to open the door and usher in the next employee to be chopped off, a thin woman named Nela Larin.

  Olivia pointed at the chair in front of her desk. “Have a seat.”

  Nela plopped down, exhaling a heavy sigh. Olivia shuddered when Nela’s tired eyes settled on her. Odd. She’d done this job for the past five years without so much as flinching, but this exhausted woman made her tremble with only one look. Of course, the employee knew why she was summoned.

  From across her desk, she scanned the woman. Stringy hair tucked behind her ears, ordinary office attire, a grayish shirt and a pair of black slacks. Besides her plastic wristwatch, the girl wore no jewelry. Olivia’s routine was proven: Thank the employees for their contribution, slide the envelope to them and wish them all the best in their future endeavors. Never get on the pity wagon with them. It was what management required of her. She didn’t always agree with the big boss, but she kept her tongue in check.

  “I believe you’ll find everything you are entitled to in here.” Olivia slid the brown envelope toward Nela. “On behalf of Intelcorp I wish to thank — ”

  “I’m a single mother.” Nela’s stern voice made Olivia flinch. Or could it be her thick accent, the way she stressed her r’s hard. “If you fire me you’ll be taking food and shelter away from an innocent child.” Her mousy appearance fooled Olivia. The woman had some guts after all.

  Olivia nodded to the security guard. When he straightened from the wall he’d leaned on, she returned her stern gaze to Nela. “I am sorry about your — ”

  “The hell you are!” Snatching the dismissal package from the desk, Nela sprang to her feet. “It’s a cold day in this province when a woman gets fired because she stayed home with a sick child one too many days. What was I to do? Hmm?”

  The security guard stepped to Nela and grabbed her elbow. “Ma’am, please leave the office,” he said.

  “Don’t worry,” Nela retorted with a trembling chin, pronouncing w’s as v’s. She freed her arm of the man’s hold. “I powered my computer down and emptied my desk as instructed. There’s no need to escort me out. I can find the door by myself, thank you very much.”

  A long breath failed to loosen Olivia’s tight chest at Nela’s stormy exit. Eyes fixed on the computer screen, she addressed the security guard. “She was the last one. Your duty is over.”

  He stepped to her desk, cocked his head and gave her a suggestive wink. “You dismissed a lot of employees today. Maybe I should escort you on your way out?”

  A minute ago, she might have said yes. But now, she regarded him with a cold stare while she scrambled into her jacket. After the exchange with Nela, the atmosphere in this room had changed. All Olivia wanted was to get out and home as fast as possible. “It won’
t be necessary.”

  The tall man nodded once and left the spacious office.

  The familiar log out tune chimed on her laptop. She lowered the lid and stored the Dell in its suitcase. On her way out, she stopped by the manager’s office. “If there is nothing else on the agenda, I’m off to the airport. My flight leaves in three hours and I want to avoid the afternoon rush-hour traffic.”

  The man stood, unbuttoning the suit jacket over his round stomach. “That is all, Miss Owen. Unless — ”

  Need sparked his brazen gaze, while disgust churned her stomach. A little drunk and very lonely at a last year’s Christmas office party, he turned out to be a mistake that would never leave her. “No, Charles, and you should think of your wife.”

  “Have a pleasant flight.” Frost laced his voice. He took a long step back and returned to his desk.

  Without thanking the manager, she continued down the office. The whispers behind her back followed the glares of the remaining employees as she strutted past their cubicles. She was the bitch from headquarters who made her appearance once every year only to throw more work on those fortunate enough to keep their jobs.

  Sticks and stones. She didn’t allow a hint of regret. Though she lost all her friends along the way, her hard work never let her down. It got her where she was today — two notches below the top of the corporate ladder. At thirty-five, she was the youngest in the history of Intelcorp to get to such high position. And if she pushed hard enough, in another year, two at the most, she’d get on top. Yes, her biological clock was ticking, but this was her choice.

  Yeah, she could keep saying it, but she wasn’t fooling anyone. She’d never had a choice in her career. Listen to your mother, Olivia. In this world, nothing’s free. You have to learn a business that will put food on your table. Then you can peck at piano keys if that’s your fancy. Mother knew the best, of course.

  The pouring rain washed the city, making the streetlights lining the parking lot glisten on the pavement. Clutching tighter to her jacket, she closed the distance from the building entrance to the limo in a few long strides. The heated leather seat inside the luxury vehicle soothed her backside. She pulled her raincoat tightly around her as a chill settled in her chest. Dark gray clouds hung low above the city, as if striving to touch the roofs of the skyscrapers and hide the mountains in the distance. November in Vancouver was too depressing. Not that it was any better in Toronto, but she longed to return to her house, order her favorite chop suey and soak in the tub.

  She tilted her head to the side, counted the raindrops sliding down the glass. Nela Larin would have plenty of time to do the same now that she was unemployed.

  A yawn broke Olivia’s thought and she pressed her hand to her mouth. Why should she care about that woman? She’d accomplish a lot today and tomorrow was another day.

  Arriving at the airport, she queued up in the excruciatingly long line at the luggage check-in then headed to the boarding gate. The same routine played out every few months in her life. Seatbelts snapped in the plane’s cabin. The flight attendants in navy blue uniforms closed the overhead compartments. She gave a polite smile to her seatmate, a large woman in a sari, then changed her focus to stare out of the window as the city disappeared under the gray blanket.

  The seatbelt light went off, and she reclined her backrest. The captain’s voice came through the speakers, welcoming them aboard the Air Canada non-stop flight from Vancouver to Toronto. A few rows back, in coach, a baby cried with all his might while its mother pushed the bottle in his mouth. Honestly, people with small children should stay at home and not subject others to their kids’ cranky behavior. Reaching into her purse, she pulled out noise cancelling headphones and plugged them in her iPod.

  Getting comfortable in the business class shouldn’t have presented a challenge, but shivers raked through her body. Again, she thought of the last employee she’d dismissed today. Damn woman wouldn’t leave her. Olivia tucked the blanket under her chin and nestled her head into the sterile aircraft pillow. Fuzziness surrounded her. The relaxing music coming through the headphones finally calmed her down. She yawned. Normally she wasn’t an afternoon nap-taker but it had been a long and tiring day. Her heavy eyelids fluttered as she struggled to keep them opened, but she lost the fight within minutes and drifted off.

  • • •

  “Miss?”

  Olivia opened her eyes to find a thick hand grabbing her shoulder. She turned to the flight attendant in a white shirt and red bow tie. “We’re on our final approach, I need you to return your seat to upright position and fasten your seatbelt.”

  Dazed, she nodded.

  God, she had barely slept. She must have fallen into a sleep coma. Her seatmate was gone. Maybe the woman joined someone in coach. Olivia scanned the business class. She hadn’t paid too much attention to any of the passengers upon boarding, but she could have sworn she never saw these people. Even the flight attendants were dressed differently. Their uniforms and round caps now flashed in a bright red, not blue as when she boarded. Sitting up straight, she moaned as her knees bounced into the seat in front of her. What the hell? How could the space have shrunk while she slept? She scanned the rows of seats behind her. The sight reminded her of the movie scene of an overfilled bus on the muddy roads in Columbia, not a first class cabin. A few rows down, there was no mother holding a baby. Instead, a man with a cowboy hat gave her an acknowledging smile. What on earth was going on?

  After a smooth landing, she grabbed her carry-on and staggered out of the plane. She’d get a coffee at the first stand to chase this sluggishness away.

  In the baggage claim, limo drivers held up signs with names of their passengers, but none carried hers. Her ditz of a secretary had forgotten to arrange an airport pick up, again. She dumped the half empty coffee cup in the bin, reached inside her purse and pulled out her cell. She highlighted the number from the list then pressed the call button. Three rings later, her assistant’s voice sounded through the phone.

  Hi, you’ve got Jess. Leave me a message!

  “What?” Olivia shrieked into the mobile as anger flared in her. “This phone is never to be left on voice mail. Where is my limo? This is inexcusable. Do you expect me to grab a cab? Consider yourself fired!”

  She snapped the phone shut. Her outburst should have made her feel better, but a long line at the taxi stop caused her to grind her molars with anger.

  An hour of waiting got her into a cab that smelled of stale coffee and god knew what else. The driver’s name displayed on the license was unpronounceable.

  “Where to?” he asked with a thick Indian accent.

  “Turn this music down,” she yelled over the Bollywood tune coming through the speakers.

  The man’s dark eyes widened. “You don’t like Chack De India? Very, very popular.”

  “I’m sure it must be, but my head is just short of exploding.” She pressed her fingertips to her temples, holding the pressure until the throbbing eased.

  Shaking his head, the cabby lowered the sound to bearable decibels. “So where to?”

  With a loud sigh, she sunk into her seat at the back. “Ninety-seven Rosedale Avenue.”

  “That’s downtown.” The driver threw his remark over his shoulder. “It’ll be twenty dollars extra. Cash only.”

  “Of course.” No doubt the man smelled money on her as soon as he figured she lived in one of the posh parts of the city.

  The first drops of rain left streaks on the dirty windows as the cab rolled away from the airport. Olivia tapped her fingers, pondering whether to fire her secretary. This miserable, smelly taxi ride certainly could have been avoided. A smile crept to her lips, despite the worse than bad situation. She’d make the airhead walk on eggshells for the rest of her pathetic life.

  The traffic on eight-lane 401 highway thinned out across the core of the city. The cabby swirled in and out of the lines, and from his snippy tone, Olivia concluded he was cursing in his native language while passing trucks. On
e hand on the door handle, she clutched her purse to her chest with the other.

  Forty minutes later, the cabby parked in front of her house. “That’ll be sixty three dollars.”

  She pulled four twenty dollar bills from her wallet and handed the money to the driver.

  “I don’t have any small change,” he said, pocketing the cash.

  The door opened with a clatter and she placed one foot on the interlock driveway. “In that case, you’ll have to stick with sixty dollars.”

  He threw a look of disgust her way. “The meter says forty three plus twenty for downtown drop off.”

  “Seventeen dollars is a hefty tip for your service.” The cabby appeared to have no intention of hauling her luggage out of the trunk.

  He released his breath through his nose and handed her the money. “I always help those in need.”

  She stepped out of the car, dragged her suitcases out of the trunk and slammed the lid down. The cab reversed from her driveway onto the street and drove away, tires smoking and screeching.

  Keys in her hand, she took the two steps to the front door. She had left a few lights on, but the smell of home cooking wafting in the air stood her hair on end. Who the hell was in her house? Heart drumming, she gripped her cell just in case she needed to make a fast call for the police, then she crept through the foyer toward the kitchen. The candlelit table set for two in the dining room indicated whoever was here expected a romantic evening.

  His back to her, a man stirred a pot on the stove. His tight butt swayed to an Elvis classic coming from the stereo. Had she made a date prior to her trip but forgot to cancel it? Impossible, she wouldn’t pass up on such a handsome man. Despite her dry mouth, Olivia swallowed. Whatever food the hunk was preparing on the stove smelled delicious.

  The frills on his apron swirled around him as he turned to her with a smile that would have melted ice caps. Light from the ceiling reflected on his wavy brown hair. “Hi, honey. I was beginning to worry.”

  He stepped to her, leaned down and pecked her cheek with an odd familiarity. “Your trip must’ve been exhausting. I’m sorry the flight was overbooked, but at least the airline found you a seat in coach.”