“There’s one part of this job we haven’t discussed.”
“Which is?”
“Sex.”
“Ah,” Lucius said. An expression came into his eyes, one that had her throat going dry and a hot pool of want forming in her belly. Waves of it lapped outward, roiling and seething in endless demand. “How could I have neglected something so vital?”
“I gather that’s a yes.”
“No.”
She stiffened, shocked by his answer. Had she miscalculated? Had he considered their kiss a mild and forgettable flirtation, easily forgotten and dismissed, while she’d built it up into something far more serious and memorable?
“Not a yes?” she asked faintly.
“Not a yes,” he responded gravely, “but rather a hell yes.”
Dear Reader,
More Than Perfect brings together two people who have experienced betrayal and must learn to trust again. Add to the mix a baby in desperate need of a mother and father, and you end up with one of my favorite types of books to write—one that is emotional, has a touch of humor and deals with issues from the past that must be overcome.
Trust is one of my favorite themes to explore because so many of us have trust issues. We’ve all been let down by those we love and must decide to either keep our hearts tucked safely away, or take that leap of faith. I’ve always chosen to try one more time, to take the risk and hope that somehow, someway everything will work out. So, it never fails to delight me when love overcomes the scars and pain from the past.
For those of you with scars, I wish healing. For those wondering whether or not to take the plunge again, I hope you’ll go for it. And for those of you who’ve risked everything, I wish you the ultimate success … love.
Warmly,
Day Leclaire
About the Author
USA TODAY bestselling author DAY LECLAIRE is described by Mills & Boon® as “one of our most popular writers ever!” Day’s tremendous worldwide popularity has made her a member of the “Five Star Club,” with sales of well over five million books. She is a three-time winner of both a Colorado Award of Excellence and a Golden Quill Award. She’s won RT Book Reviews Career Achievement and Love and Laughter Awards, a Holt Medallion and a Booksellers’ Best Award. She has also received an impressive ten nominations for the prestigious Romance Writers of America’s RITA® Award.
Day’s romances touch the heart and make you care about her characters as much as she does. In Day’s own words, “I adore writing romances, and can’t think of a better way to spend each day.” For more information, visit Day at her website, www.dayleclaire.com.
More than
Perfect
Day Leclaire
To friends and family
who have been with me from the beginning.
My thanks and my love.
Prologue
He awoke to soft morning light and an empty bed.
Lucius Devlin turned his head toward the subtle indent where Lisa should have been … and wasn’t. In the distance, he caught the soft murmur of her voice and couldn’t quite decide if he felt relief or regret that she hadn’t left.
Last night had been a mistake. A bad one.
He rolled off the mattress and crossed to his dresser. In the bottom drawer he found an old pair of drawstring sweatpants and yanked them on before heading to the kitchen. Lisa was there and at his appearance, she ended her call and flipped her cell phone closed. She sat at the table, wearing her red power suit from the day before, a cup of freshly made coffee resting at her elbow. Thank God she’d made coffee. Right now he needed it almost as desperately as he needed air to breathe.
She regarded him with eyes every bit as dark as his own while he filled a sturdy mug to the brim. “You’re dressed,” he said, stating the obvious. He took a swift, settling hit of caffeine, his eyes narrowing at her through the haze of steam. “I gather you’re leaving?”
“Yes.” She played with her cell phone with long, supple fingers and actually allowed a slight frown to crease the space between her winged brows. Damn. If she were risking wrinkles, that meant it was serious. “I am leaving, this time for good.”
“Or until you and Geoff have another fight?” He gestured toward her phone. “I’m guessing he called.”
Her mouth tightened a fraction. “You always were too smart for your own good.”
“That makes two of us.”
Lisa sighed. Leaning back in her chair, she crossed her spectacular legs and eyed him with reluctant amusement. “Why couldn’t you have been a stupid billionaire and made the incredible mistake of marrying me when we were first together?”
He took her question at face value. “Probably because stupid and billionaire are incongruous since I wouldn’t be a billionaire for long if I were stupid.”
“That’s true in your case.” She tilted her head to one side, her gaze watchful. “I’m not sure you can say the same about Geoff.”
Great. Now she’d forced him into the bizarre position of defending his best friend to the woman who’d slept with them both—first with him, then when he wouldn’t stick a ring on her finger, she’d moved on to Geoff, the head of his PR department at Diablo, Inc. Lucius suspected it was a foolish attempt to force a proposal out of him, one that had proved a spectacular failure.
“Geoff is neither a billionaire, nor stupid,” Lucius informed her. “Naive, perhaps, especially when it comes to women like you. But he’s solid gold.”
“Unlike us?” She didn’t need his silence to confirm her question. She already knew the answer. She picked up her cup and took a dainty sip. “He’s an angel with two devils sitting on his shoulders, poor boy. Would you care to place a small wager on which devil he’ll listen to, Lucius? Which devil he’ll obey?”
He refused to participate in whatever game Lisa seemed intent on playing. “What do you want?”
“From you? Nothing.”
“And from Geoff?”
She offered a catlike smile, full of sly confidence. “I have what I want from him, as well.”
Lucius stiffened, something in her tone warning of incoming mortar fire and he braced himself for the hit. “Which is?”
“A marriage proposal.” Her smile grew. “That was Geoff on the phone. He’s seen the error of his ways and asked me to hop on the next plane to Vegas with him. We’ll be married this afternoon and on our honeymoon by tonight.”
The words pounding through Lucius’s brain were coarse and crude enough that he refused to speak them aloud, even in front of Lisa. “Fast work. You roll out of one man’s bed one night and into another’s the next, then back again on the third.” He tilted his head to one side in consideration. “I think there’s a name for that ….”
Her smile died and her dark eyes swam with accusation and fury. “At least when I roll back into Geoff’s bed I’ll be wearing a wedding ring. That’s more than you ever offered.”
“And if I call and tell him where you were last night?”
“He