Meet Graham Decker from Dora Hiers’s latest release, Rori’s Healing:

“Graham Decker. Great to finally meet you.” I try hard not to blink at
the strong odor, a mixture of cleanser, steel and rubber, as we shake
hands, his grip firm and confident.

The man lapped a track at almost two hundred miles per hour. His grip
should be firm, and with the number of wins and top five finishes he’d
accumulated, he’d earned the right to be confident.

“Come in. Please.” With his trademark smile, Graham gestures for me to
enter his office and sit. “Is this your first time visiting Graham
Decker Racing?”

“Yes. What gave it away?”

He chuckles, the sound genuine and down-to-earth, as he settles way back
in a leather chair. “Might’ve been the wrinkled nose. If you’d like, my
assistant can give you a tour after we’re done.”

“That’d be great. So tell me a little about yourself, Graham. Besides
the fact that you’re a highly competitive racecar driver. Everybody
knows that.” I push the record button on my phone and set it on the
desk.

“Let’s see. I just got married.” Graham’s face lights up and he leans
forward abruptly. As if he couldn’t wait to ditch me and head home.

I couldn’t blame the guy. I’d seen pictures of his wife. “Rori, right?”

He nods.

“Wasn’t her father the—”

“Yes.” The warm welcome slips away. His jaw snaps closed tight as a jail cell.

Hmm. Interesting, but I better switch tracks. “So do you still live in Charlotte?”

“No. In Harrison at the Forever Family Animal Sanctuary. Rori’s like a
llama whisperer. She works wonders with the animals that come to live
with us.” Pride laces his tone. “Actually, that’s how we met.”

“Through your non-profit?”

“Yes. My sister does a fabulous job running the Foundation, but she was
on bed rest because of complications with her pregnancy. She asked me to
make a site visit since Rori had applied for a time-sensitive grant.”

“Not the typical way to pick up a woman.”

He smiles, wistful like, as if he remembers something special. “Rori’s anything but typical. And so was our meeting.”

“Care to elaborate?”

His mouth stretches to a grin. “Nah. She values her privacy and might
not appreciate me sharing all the details. Let’s just say it involved
mistaken identity and a llama delivery and leave it at that.”

He was going to leave me hanging with that juicy tidbit? I make a mental
note to redirect later. “Ohhhkay. So how did you know Rori was the one?
After all, you’ve been married before, right?”

“Yeah. That didn’t turn out so well, but it was my fault. God wasn’t at
the center of that relationship. Unlike with Rori.” He scrubs a hand
across his whiskered jaws, his expression lightening as if the sun just
came out. “And Rori didn’t recognize me.”

Really? How was that possible? I have no words.

He steals a glance at the clock and drums a pencil against the desk.

I’m losing him. “So was it love at first sight?”

“Definitely on my part, but not so much hers. We had some issues to work through before she’d commit.”

“Like what?”

“For starters, I had to prove that I wasn’t going anywhere. That I could
be there for her—” His cell phone buzzes, and he checks the number.
“Excuse me.”

I can’t help but eavesdrop. I lean forward slightly, refusing to miss
any opportunity for a scoop. Besides, I’m sitting close enough that I
can almost hear her voice. At the very least, my recorder might be
picking up their conversation.

“Jumbo did what?” He launches from the chair, banging my phone off the desk.

So much for that. I bend over, retrieve the recorder, and hit the off
button. It didn’t take a doctorate degree to know that this interview
was over.

“No problem, sweetheart. I’m just finishing up here. Be there soon. Love
you.” He disconnects, mashes a cap on his head. “It’s been a pleasure,
but—”

“I understand.” I do. Really. The guy’s practically still on his
honeymoon. No wonder that fat grin is plastered across his face.
Jealousy sprouts and curls up my spine like a weed. “Hey, does Rori have
any unattached sisters?”

On his way to the exit, Graham angles over a shoulder. “Sorry. Just twin brothers, Beck and Burk.”

He dives into a sports car and cranks the engine, those high-performance
tires squealing out of the parking lot. Nope. He doesn’t look the
slightest bit sorry to be going home.
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Learn more about the racing phenom, Graham Decker in Rori’s Healing. . .and don’t miss Beck’s and Burk’s stories, coming soon.

Still stinging from the publicity surrounding her father’s death, social
phobic Rori Harmon prefers the solitude of her animal sanctuary,
accepting that marriage isn’t in her future. Racecar Driver Graham
Decker refuses to be wrangled into a relationship by another
money-hungry female. On a philanthropy mission, he arrives just in time
to assist Rori with a llama birthing, but his appearance thrusts her
into the media spotlight again. Has Graham found a woman who doesn’t
care how deep his wallet extends? Has Rori finally met a man who will
stick around when times get tough? Is healing for a hurting heart
finally within Rori’s reach?

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