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Автор: Lucy Monroe
Издательство: HarperCollins
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left unsaid.

      Kayla was terrified that after tonight the only person she’d considered family wouldn’t be anything but a bad memory. But if she was right, if her place in his life was what she thought it was, that was all he’d been for six years and she’d been fooling herself all along.

       CHAPTER FOUR

      ANDREAS HADN’T BEEN this out of control since his father had come storming into Andreas’s life, demanding he move to Greece, forcing him to use the Georgas name, pretending it meant something that they were blood.

      When it hadn’t meant anything at all. He’d hated being a Georgas. Hated living in that mausoleum mansion that had been the family home for generations.

      Formally recognized as heir to the Georgas shipping empire, Andreas had been trained to his father’s likeness, all the while planning his escape.

      He’d wanted nothing of the man who could so callously discard the woman who had loved him with her whole heart. Melia Kostas had been an amazing mother who had not allowed a broken heart or the rejection of her family to stop her from raising her son to believe he had value and that he was worth every sacrifice she’d had to make to give him a different life.

      She’d immigrated to America, only to die when Andreas was a teen, leaving the door open for Barnabas, that bastard, to come swooping in. That was the one time in Andreas’s life that he’d felt completely helpless. He’d done a lot of yelling before settling down to plan.

      Not until today had he felt so completely at the whim of another again. He had not felt such fear since the day his father had him physically carried onto the Georgas private jet and forced to fly to Greece against his will. Kayla leaving Portland, leaving Andreas, had paralyzed him. They were a team. Didn’t she realize that?

      Clearly not.

      Never was his temper so close to the surface, so beyond his control.

      But seeing that playboy actor’s lips on his Kayla’s face? That had made Andreas see red. She deserved better.

      Kayla Jones deserved the best.

      Maybe once Andreas was settled down with a wife who would complete his revenge plan on his father, he would hire Genevieve to find Kayla her own Prince Charming. A man who would care for her like she deserved. Someone who could appreciate the rare gem that she was.

      Not some damn New York actor just looking to add another beautiful notch to his bedpost.

      Andreas shifted in his seat, trying to control his urge to demand Kayla explain her remark about six years ago. It wasn’t just a restaurant full of strangers he didn’t want witnessing their very private conversation.

      Andreas had no intention of giving their nosy cabbie any more fodder for his curiosity.

      When they arrived at the hotel, Andreas waited on the sidewalk for Kayla to scoot out of the back seat. He would usually go ahead of her, trusting her to follow, but in her current state, he wasn’t taking anything for granted.

      She stopped in front of him, tugging the hem of her sexy little dress down. It hugged every curve, reminding him of how beautiful she was, that no other woman had ever measured up to the perfection of Kayla Jones since that first day he’d seen her across the quad at university.

      He shoved those thoughts away. “Are you ready to go inside?”

      “Do I have a choice?” she asked, 100 percent attitude.

      Rather than grab her, he shoved his hands into his pockets. “You act like I’m some kind of tyrant.”

      “Do I need to remind you of the events of the last hour?” she asked in that sarcastic tone that made him want to do things he’d made himself forget.

      He forced an even tone. “None of which would have happened if you had been waiting in the suite when I arrived.”

      “That was not going to happen.”

      “So, you wanted to go shopping.” It had not surprised him to find out she was in the garment district. Kayla liked to shop when she was stressed. She’d worked out a few knotty computer codes with “shopping therapy,” as she called it. It was discovering she was with Jacob Tarkent that had Andreas’s blood pressure spiking. “Did you have to pick up a date?”

      Kayla stepped past him with a saucy sway of her sexy hips. “He picked me up.”

      “I figured.” Andreas followed, forcing himself to ignore the way her dress and attitude were affecting his libido.

      He had six years’ experience ignoring these sexual urges. It shouldn’t be so damn hard.

      “So? I’m single. It’s allowed.”

      “You are in a strange city. He could have been anyone.”

      “But he’s not.”

      “No.” As soon as he’d known whom she was with, he’d had a background check run on Jacob Tarkent, by Hawk’s company coincidentally.

      They were very thorough and fast.

      “So, you knew I was safe.”

      He put his hand on her arm, stopping them outside the doors to the hotel. “You didn’t.” And that was the damned point, even if she wanted to ignore it.

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