The From Paris With Love And Regency Season Of Secrets Ultimate Collection. Кэрол Мортимер

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      Matthew swore. That had never crossed his mind.

      Saul Richards owned the Houston real-estate market and the Wheelers owned North Texas. It was understood that Richards stayed on his turf and the Wheelers stayed on theirs. The shift wasn’t a mystery—Richards had scented Wheeler blood with Matthew out of the picture.

      Matthew shouldn’t be out of the picture. Lucas had been handling it. Now he needed help. Wheeler Family Partners had been in business for over a century, and Matthew refused to be the one who let it fail.

      It was time to go home.

      The thought didn’t fill him with dread like he’d expected. His life in Dallas had been inescapably intertwined with Amber, with the expectations of creating a family and upholding traditions. But she was gone and as he’d flippantly, but accurately, told Lucas, he still had a pulse. Lucas had married a wife who helped him succeed, and they were happily working on the continuation of the Wheeler line.

      There was no pressure for Matthew to fill his old role until he was ready.

      The healing had happened so gradually, he hadn’t realized it.

      Evangeline called his name, and he glanced up to see her waltzing across the patio from the stairs. Sunlight beamed across her face, and she smiled. It slid down his throat with a jagged edge and sliced something in his gut.

      God Almighty, she was almost ethereal. But sexy. Strong. Luminous.

      Fingers numb, he dropped his phone to the concrete and pulled her into his lap to kiss her thoroughly. She smelled like sleep and Evangeline and everything good in the world. She’d helped him heal. Brightened up his house. His soul.

      As the familiar lightning-fast rush of heat filled him, it suddenly occurred to him that if he went home, he’d have to end things with Evangeline.

      Then he had the most dangerous thought—what if she came home with him?

      No. He couldn’t fathom issuing such an invitation. An invitation for what? To hide away in some lover’s nest while he stormed the gates of Saul Richards’s blockade on the Dallas real-estate market? She would grow bored with Dallas in about five minutes. She’d grow bored with Matthew Wheeler in four.

      He could imagine going home for the first time in a long time. But he could not imagine Evangeline there, fitting into Amber’s role as the woman behind the Wheeler. Mostly because bright, glittery Evangeline could never blend into the background the way Amber had, quietly providing support and encouragement, organizing get-togethers and charity events with his mother. The women in his world were beige.

      Evangeline shifted in his lap, straddling him, her tongue finding creative ways to tease him. Yeah, she was as far from beige as Venice was from Dallas, and he forgot about everything but the warm breeze on his face and the hot woman in his arms.

      She drew back, breathing heavily, with a businesslike glint in her eye. “I came to talk. Stop distracting me.”

      Talk. That sounded bad.

      He scooted her back an inch, off his blazing erection, in deference to the directive. “Hey, I’m not the one looking all sexy and disheveled and climbing all over you.”

      “Can’t help myself,” she murmured and sighed, thrusting her chest into his. “You’re so tempting.”

      She wasn’t wearing a bra and talking was pretty much the last thing he wanted to do.

      “What did you want to talk about?” he asked, and snaked a hand under her T-shirt, which was actually his, and hell if that wasn’t the most arousing thing ever. He fanned a palm across her bare back, gradually working it around to the front where her breast fell into his eager fingers.

      She moaned and arched against him. “Monte Carlo.”

      He paused, thumb and forefinger wrapped firmly around her nipple. “What about it?”

      The end of things now had definition. She was going to Monte Carlo, and he did not want to think about all the implications.

      “There’s a party.” She gasped. “Don’t stop. Whatever you’re doing, it feels amazing.”

      “You mean this?” Tweaking her nipple again, he shoved her up against his erection because maybe they were going to talk and have sex. It would be the first time in several days they’d connected outside of bed.

      “Yes. That.” She writhed against him, igniting his flesh. His eyes crossed. “I didn’t bring a condom. Fair warning.”

      “Well, now. That sounds like a challenge. Hmm. What can I do that doesn’t require a condom?” He yanked the T-shirt up and closed a nipple between his lips, sucking for all he was worth. Her warm skin felt like velvet in his mouth and she moaned his name, bucking against him.

      He loved her responses, loved that he could do that to her.

      He slipped a thumb down her shorts and inside her panties to circle her trigger-point, and relentlessly pleasured her until she came apart. Beautiful. He could watch that over and over.

      Boneless, she slumped against him, and he breathed through his nose until his erection subsided to merely painful instead of excruciating.

      “You were telling me about a party?” he prompted when her breathing slowed.

      This was it. She was taking off. Maybe later today. This might be their last time together.

      He did not want to give her up.

      “I was?” She rolled her head to nuzzle his neck, nearly sending him off the edge of the chair.

      “In Monte Carlo. Talk fast because we’re finishing this in about four seconds downstairs.” He stood with her in his arms, sad it was over.

      No, not sad. Devastated.

      “Um...” She met his gaze and smiled, but it never reached her eyes. “Never mind. We can talk about it later. Take me downstairs.”

      Swallowing, he nodded. She didn’t want to ruin their last time together with unpleasant reminders of what was about to happen. Neither did he.

      Evangeline was the best thing that had ever happened to him, enlivening him, encouraging him—but also encouraging him to keep hiding. To keep being a runaway.

      It was best to go their separate ways, like they’d always planned. Lucas needed him, and the sting of reentering his old life without Amber had mellowed. When he went home, Matt would disappear forever, and there’d be no more wild and crazy, totally-un-Matthew-like Venetian affairs. He’d have his identity back. A plan. Security.

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