Hot Picks: Secrets And Lies. Dani Collins

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СКАЧАТЬ scanned the headlines, then picked up his phone to see a text from Ramon. A question mark. Obviously he’d seen the headlines and wondered why Henri was seeing that woman from the nightclub again.

      Henri ignored it and returned a text from Angelique with a video call.

      “Problème?” he asked, continuing in French. “That was a cryptic message. Why are you worried about something you said to Trella about Sadiq? Are they having a romance I don’t know about?”

      “What? No! Of course not. No, I think he’s falling for someone back in Zhamair. Do you know if that’s true?”

      “He didn’t say anything when I spoke to him last.” Sadiq might be the best friend he and his brother had, but they did not discuss their love lives. They talked about important things like stock prices and politics.

      “Why does that affect Trella?” he prompted.

      “I don’t know.” She frowned in her introspective way and he knew to give her a moment to gather her thoughts. Angelique was a quieter personality, more like him, preferring solitude, while Trella and Ramon were the extroverts. Everything Trella did was full bore, including a nervous breakdown. She had been making him mad with worry since her birth, when she had turned blue in his arms the first time he held her.

      He often thought that if it had been Angelique outside the day of the kidnapping, and her tutor had called her over, planning to stuff her in his van, she would have waited for Ramon and insisted he hold her hand and come with her. Shyness had been a hurdle for her, but it was a type of self-protection that served her well.

      Trella had possessed none of that. She had run headlong over to the tutor, eager to be helpful and say she wasn’t Angelique.

      They had stolen her despite her kicks and screams, because how effective was a nine-year-old girl against two strong men?

      The trauma affected his sister to this day, which made him blind with fury if he didn’t carefully drip-feed himself those memories. It made him want to hurry Angelique to tell him how she imagined Sadiq, their friend who had actually helped save Trella, could be a threat to their sister now.

      “I was just talking to her about him,” Angelique continued as though still gathering her thoughts. “And saying it was bound to happen that he would marry someday, even if he’s not in love now. She got really quiet. Now I feel…” She shrugged. “You know. Like she’s upset.”

      “Deeply upset?”

      “No.” She said the word on a rush of relief. “Normal upset. But I think she’s worried that if he did get married, she wouldn’t be able to go to his wedding.”

      “We can cross that bridge when we come to it,” he said. “But thank you for telling me.”

      Trella had been stable for half a year. They were all holding their collective breath that this time she was actually conquering her panic attacks.

      He heard Cinnia and glanced up to see her with dry, windswept hair, wearing one of the hotel robes. “I, um, just want my phone.” She scurried to where he had set her handbag on a table after finding it on the floor, where she’d dropped it last night.

      “Who’s that?” Angelique asked.

      “A friend.” A very beautiful goddess who had done wicked, devilish things with him in the night. He had not misremembered the power of their chemistry. He kept reminding himself he wasn’t a man to be led by his organ, but as many times as they’d made love last night, it wasn’t enough. That’s what he kept coming back to. He wasn’t prepared to go another few weeks, let alone a lifetime, without making love to her again.

      “Don’t run away,” he ordered Cinnia before she could lock herself in the bedroom. “I’m finishing up here.” To his sister, he said, “I’ll touch base with her later. Let me know if anything changes.”

      He ended the call and stood, still conflicted now his sister had reminded him of the threats they faced daily and their far-reaching effects.

      At the same time, his hands rolled of their own accord, silently inviting Cinnia to come to him.

      She didn’t move, only hugged herself and flicked her glance to his phone. “Who was that?”

      “Gili. Angelique. My other sister.”

      “You’re very close to your siblings.”

      “They’re the only people I trust completely.”

      She looked at her bare toes. “I speak French. I wasn’t trying to eavesdrop, but I heard a little.”

      “And?”

      “And nothing.” She shrugged. “I feel bad for your sister. I don’t imagine something like that is anything you get over. I mean, I still cry about losing my dad and it’s been over a decade, but it sounds like she’s quite haunted and I’m sorry she’s still affected.” She glanced up, expression so soft with compassion it cracked things inside him. “I know you lost your father, as well. I’m sorry for that, too.”

      “You’re sorry for a lot of things.” Deepening their relationship would come with many types of risk, he realized. Long-term relationships demanded more of this sort of thing. He was not eager to open up to her, but he hated the distance she was keeping between them right now. The physical distance, at least.

      “Are you sorry about last night?” he asked, trying to understand why she wasn’t rushing into his arms.

      “A little,” she mumbled.

      “Why?” he demanded, not pleased to hear it.

      She kept her head down, but he could see her growing red. With embarrassment?

      He swore and went to her, tugging her close with gentle roughness so they knocked together and she threw back her head to scowl at him.

      The vulnerability in her eyes made his heart swerve. He was not the only one disturbed by the level of intimacy between them. He found himself rubbing his thumbs against her upper arms where he gripped her, trying to offer reassurance.

      “We gave each other a great deal of pleasure. That’s not something to be ashamed of.”

      She swallowed and hid her thoughts with a lowered gaze. Her mouth pouted, maybe even showed a hint of bruising from their thousand rapacious kisses.

      Oddly, that hint of injury was the turning point, allowing him to make his decision. They needed time so they could pace themselves. Otherwise, they were liable to kill each other.

      “I like that you held nothing back,” he told her. “Quit being shy about it or I’ll do all those same things to you right here on the floor in the lounge. In daylight.”

      Cinnia was tempted to scoff and say, “You can try,” but she had a feeling he would.

      And she’d let him.

      He started to kiss her, but the knock on the door interrupted. “Breakfast,” he said СКАЧАТЬ