The One You Want. Gena Showalter

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      “I’d like a moment of your time,” he said.

      She opened her mouth, closed it, then took a step away from him. He got the distinct impression she meant to refuse him, which amazed him. Women more often than not did whatever he asked. Of course, they either worked for him, so he was paying them, or they were dating him, so he was screwing them.

      “Please,” he added, and the word felt foreign on his tongue.

      Her shoulders slumped just a little. “Oh, all right.”

      He almost grinned. Almost. “Your enthusiasm is heartwarming.”

      They made it out of the overly crowded sitting room without interruption, Chumley forgotten, and stepped into the library blocked off from guests. It had been so long since he’d been inside this room, and he had mixed feelings about being there now. A bittersweetness. As a child, it had been his favorite place to play, but also where his world had crumbled.

      He and his younger brother, Daniel, used to build forts in here while their dad worked, but when Daniel had died about six months before Thomas and Roanne began their affair, Dane had come in here to cry. To be alone with his shame and guilt.

      He was surprised to discover nothing had changed. Same oak paneling on the walls, the shelves stacked with countless books. Same paintings by Lucas Cranach the Elder, Pieter Brueghel the Younger and Van Goyen. The triptych above the door still depicted the biblical story of Abraham and the holy sacrifice of his son Isaac.

      “Sit,” Dane said to Kenna, and motioned to the couch. At the wet bar, he poured himself three fingers of whiskey. When he turned, Kenna was standing just where he’d left her, nervously shifting from one foot to the other. Wasn’t going to trust him or relax. Okay, then. He leaned against the edge of the desk, unwillingly snared by her loveliness. “I want to apologize for my behavior the last time you were here.”

      “Okay. Wow. I kind of expected to be ice picked.” She toyed with the top of her scarf, causing it to shift, revealing even more of that freckled cleavage. “But an apology? Not even a blip.”

      He felt as if he was falling back into that oven. He was hot, sweat suddenly trickling between his shoulder blades. His heart pounded erratically, as if trying to escape his chest. His hands itched, and damn if his slacks didn’t tighten, nearly choking the life out of his favorite appendage.

      “If you can forgive me—” he began.

      “Which I haven’t,” she interjected.

      “But if you did—”

      “Though I probably won’t.”

      “Yeah, but if you did, I would—” The teasing glint in her gorgeous green eyes shut him up. “Are you laughing at me?”

      “Only a little.” A smile lifted the corners of her lips, brightening her entire face. Suddenly she glowed, and he realized he wasn’t just falling back into the oven, but rather he’d already been cooked.

      Stick a fork in me. I’m done. Charred all the way to the bone.

      He must have been radiating heat, because the air between them began to sizzle. She lost her smile, her features dimming. He cursed the loss. Other women must have glowed like that, surely, but as he racked his brain, he came up empty.

      “Sorry,” she said after clearing her throat. “I couldn’t help myself. You were just so...intent. And really, there’s no need for you to apologize, Mr. Michaelson.”

      “Dane.”

      “You were a kid,” she continued. “You were reacting to the horror of the situation.”

      “You didn’t react to the situation.”

      Her next smile was slower to come but no less bright. “That just means I’ve always been more intelligent than you.”

      Smart mouth.

      Gorgeous mouth. How did it taste?

       Stop. Stop!

      What kind of rare creature continuously teased the big, bad ruler of the Michaelson fortune? A golden unicorn at the end of a rainbow? It was new to him. But...he liked it, he realized.

      Was this how she’d stolen the hearts of all her lovers?

      He stiffened, hating the thought. Earlier, he’d convinced himself that West was right...that Kenna was just a sweet girl caught up in the falsity of rumor. He suspected, perhaps, that he hadn’t wanted to believe it, that he hadn’t wanted her to be just like her mother. But here she was, charming the uncharmable, stoking fires of a jealousy he’d never before experienced.

      “Do you have a kid?” The question left him before he could stop it.

      Her features shuttered, hiding all emotion. “Yes.”

      Well, then. If one rumor was true...

      “She’s six,” Kenna added. “But don’t strain yourself doing the math. I’ll just tell you. I got pregnant at sixteen and had her at seventeen.”

      Something about her tone bothered him. He heard affection and love, sure, but also sorrow and pain. “Is the father—”

      “Now, just hold on a sec, Mr. Michaelson.”

      “Dane.” Her insistence on calling him Mr. Michaelson frustrated him.

       A lot of things are frustrating me tonight.

      “I’m not discussing that part of my life with you,” she said.

      Fair enough. The fact that he’d even broached the topic stunned him. He, one of the most private people in existence, often refused to answer the simplest of questions about himself, and he always despised those who dared to ask, and yet here he stood, grilling Kenna about the most intimate details of her life. As if he had a right to know.

      He should walk away from her. He’d done what he’d set out to do. He’d apologized. But he was loath to leave things so strained between them. They would be seeing each other again, after all.

      Yeah. That’s why. Not for any other reason. “I heard you say you’re a student. What are you studying?”

      Leery, as if she expected him to laugh, she softly admitted, “Elementary education.”

      Admirable. “When do you finish?”

      “Two years. I hope.”

      “Why the late start?”

      “My daughter.”

      Reminded of the child, he frowned. “The girl whose father you refuse to name.”

      She pushed out a heavy sigh. “We’re not going to get very far like this, so I retract what I said about not discussing that part of my life. What is it you really want to know? If her dad was married СКАЧАТЬ