Billionaire Bosses Collection. Кэрол Мортимер

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       CHAPTER ONE

      ‘IF you mention weddings or tinsel or Secret Santa one more time I’m going to ram this wax down your throat.’

      Archer Flett brandished his number-one-selling surfboard wax at his younger brother, Travis, who grinned and snatched the wax out of his hand.

      ‘Resist all you like, bro, you know you’re fighting a losing battle.’ Trav smirked and rubbed a spot he’d missed on his prized board.

      When it came to his family it always felt as if Archer was fighting a losing battle.

      Despite making inroads with his brothers Tom and Trav, nothing had changed with his parents over the years—his dad in particular. That was why coming home for his yearly obligatory Christmas visit set him on edge. And why he rarely stuck around more than a few days.

      This year would be no exception, despite Travis turning into a romantic schmuck.

      ‘What were you thinking?’ Archer stuck his board vertically in the sand and leaned on it. ‘A Christmas wedding? Could you get any cheesier?’

      His brother’s eyes glazed over and Archer braced for some more claptrap involving his fiancée. ‘Shelly wanted to be a Christmas bride and we saw no point in waiting.’

      Archer placed his thumb in the middle of Trav’s forehead and pushed. ‘You’re under this already. You know that, right?’

      ‘We’re in love.’

      As if that excused his brother’s sappy behaviour.

      The Fletts were third-generation Torquay inhabitants, so he could just imagine the shindig his parents would throw for the wedding. The entire town would turn up.

      Christmas and a wedding at home. A combination guaranteed to make him run as soon as the cake had been cut.

      ‘You’re too young to get married.’ Archer glared at the sibling who’d tagged after him for years, pestering him to surf.

      He’d spent the bulk of the last eight years away from home and in that time Travis had morphed from gangly kid to lean and mean. Heavy on the lean, light on the mean. Trav didn’t have a nasty bone in his body, and the fact he was marrying at twenty-two didn’t surprise Archer.

      Trav was a marshmallow, and while Shelly seemed like a nice girl he couldn’t imagine anything worse than being shackled to one person at such a young age.

      Hell, at twenty-two he’d been travelling the world, surfing the hotspots, dating extensively and trying to put his folks’ deception out of his mind.

      A memory he’d long suppressed shimmered into his subconscious. South coast of Italy. Capri. Long hot nights filled with laughter and passion and heat.

      Annoyingly, whenever anyone he knew was loco enough to tie the knot his mind drifted to Callie.

      ‘So who’re you bringing to the wedding?’ Travis wrinkled his nose. ‘Another of those high-maintenance city chicks you always bring home at Christmas?’

      Archer chose those dates for a reason: women who demanded all his attention, so he didn’t have time left over to spend one-on-one with his folks.

      He’d honed avoidance to an art, ensuring he didn’t say things he might regret. Like why the hell they hadn’t trusted him to rally around all those years ago.

      He wasn’t the flighty, carefree surfer dude they’d assumed him to be and he’d prove it this trip. He hoped the surf school he’d developed would show them the type of guy he was—the type of guy he wanted to be.

      ‘Leave my date to me.’ He wriggled his board out of the sand and tucked it under his arm. ‘Planning on standing here all day, gossiping like an old woman? Or are you going to back up some of your big talk by showing me a few moves out there?’

      Trav cocked his thumb and forefinger and fired at him. ‘I’m going to surf your show-pony ass into oblivion.’

      ‘Like to see you try, pretty boy.’

      Archer took off at a run, enjoying the hot sand beneath his feet, the wind buffeting his face, before he hit the water’s edge. He lay prone on his board, the icy chill of Bell’s Beach washing over him as the lure of the waves took hold. He’d never felt so alive. When he was in the ocean he came home.

      The ocean was reliable and constant—two things he valued. Two things his parents didn’t credit him as being.

      He paddled harder, wishing he could leave the demons of his past behind, knowing he should confront them over the next few days.