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

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      Evangeline made him crazy. She provoked sensual—okay, downright erotic—impulses from him. Pulled his soul from the deep freeze and made it okay to say whatever he wanted. Feel whatever he wanted. He couldn’t do that forever. His life—his real life—had order and structure. No surprises. He had to get that back.

      And he didn’t want to be in love.

      Never again. If he was doomed to suffer forever for falling in love with Amber, he certainly didn’t want to repeat that mistake. Especially not with Evangeline, who made him feel so much. Especially not now.

      How much harder would it be to love his child’s mother and lose her?

      The thought of losing either the mother or the child squeezed his chest so hard, he couldn’t breathe. He cursed—was it already too late?

      “A baby isn’t dependent on love, either,” he said. Harsh. But true. Neither of them could afford to keep up the fantasy they’d been living, and he needed to internalize that fact as much as she did. Real life wasn’t about mystical connections and Venetian love affairs between incompatible people.

      “We’re getting married,” he repeated.

      Her eyebrows came together. “Who said I wanted to get married? You didn’t even ask me.”

      He dismissed her words with a wave. “That’s just a formality. Marriage will be good for you.”

      Her career was over—but she could be a wife and a mother. He had to make her see that. There was so much more to consider than whether he’d asked or not.

      She recoiled as if he’d slapped her. “A formality? I deserve to be asked. With a ring. And you know, something along the lines of ‘I love you and want to be with you the rest of my life.’ Try it and then I’ll give you my answer.”

      She was right. He’d gone about proposing the wrong way, but God Almighty, who could blame him? This humdinger of a development had flipped him inside out.

      “I don’t have a ring. As far as I knew, we were kissing each other goodbye today. I’m sorry.” He took a deep breath and slid her palm to his mouth, kissing it in silent apology before he released it. “Let’s figure out the next steps together.”

      She smiled. “The first step is to remember we’re going to be happy.”

      Happy. Happiness had been a sheer impossibility when he left Dallas. But Evangeline had changed that.

      They could be happy outside of Venice. Evangeline was amazing, strong, resilient. Look at how she’d walked into the lion’s den of that horrific interview. Faced down the reporters. Played the piano. She could adapt to the role of Mrs. Wheeler and enjoy a life with roots. After all, they’d have a baby and a household to keep her busy and content.

      She’d been searching for the next steps, and he’d give them to her. Being his wife would keep her demons away permanently, and she’d definitely become less...glittery. Then they’d gel in Dallas as well as they did here in Venice.

      He returned her smile, and somehow it relaxed him. “Well, at least we already know we can live together without killing each other.”

      He didn’t have to give her up. It was easier to picture her in Dallas if he forgot about all the reasons he and Evangeline wouldn’t work and instead focused on what would be great.

      “I’ll let you cook. All the time. I have no problem with a man in my kitchen. It turns me on.”

      Her thumb smoothed over his and for the first time since he’d walked into the hornets’ nest, he actually felt in control again.

      * * *

      Evangeline tucked her feet up under her and leaned into Matt’s warm chest. Finally, things had clicked into place, and he’d lost that panicked edge, poor guy. She got that it was a little rough to have something so life-changing dropped on you out of the blue. The adjustment was still messing with her, too.

      Marriage—of course he’d want that, and she was still contemplating it. If he came up with a really good proposal, she might actually say yes.

      There was a shock. She’d thought Rory had crushed the desire for marriage out of her forever. But Matt wasn’t like other men, and to him she was so much more than a broken voice.

      “There’s a lot to discuss,” he said, and she nodded against his shoulder.

      “First off, I’d like to talk about Monte Carlo.” Thankfully, she hadn’t brought it up yet. This way, it was practically a foregone conclusion. “The party is already in full swing but if we leave by Thurs—”

      “What?” Matt tilted her head up to pierce her with a puzzled gaze. “We can’t go to Monte Carlo. Especially not to a party.”

      “That’s where all my friends are. We can tell everyone the news, and of course I can’t drink any champagne, but you can have a glass for me.”

      It would be a fantastic way to celebrate. Not exactly the kind of party Vincenzo and his crowd were used to, but fun all the same. Maybe someone would volunteer to throw her a baby shower.

      “We don’t have to stay long,” she added. “A week, tops. Then I suppose we can come back to Venice until the tourist season star—”

      “There’s no more Venice.” His lips curved up in a half smile, maybe in apology for cutting her off again, but the rest of his face was pure confusion. “Surely you’ve realized that. We’ll be flying to the States. We can leave as soon as you’re ready. Somewhere along the way, I’ll buy a ring and we’ll get married at my parents’ house.”

      A little discombobulated, she frowned. “I thought we already talked about the marriage proposal. And there still hasn’t been one. Plus, I don’t want to go to America. I hate it there. You think the press is bad in Italy, wait until you’ve dealt with the gossip websites.”

      “I don’t want to deal with the press at all. Unfortunately we don’t have that choice because America is where Dallas is and that’s where we’re going.”

      “Dallas? You want to go back to Dallas?” The harsh consonants rang in her ears. She’d always known that was his goal, but things had changed. He had changed. And he’d said more than once he didn’t think he could go back yet. Monte Carlo was an opportunity to continue healing. “What’s in Dallas for you?”

      “Dallas is where my family is, my job,” he explained, and his tone implied she should have already figured this out. “And that’s where I have to live in order to do it. Also, my mother is there. She’ll help you with the baby.”

      “I have a mother.”

      In a manner of speaking—she’d rather eat Brussels sprouts than ask her mom for parenting advice, and honestly, she might not mention the baby to her mother at all. Evangeline hadn’t darkened the door of her mother’s in a year or two. It wouldn’t be out of the realm of possibility to keep the pregnancy from her.

      “Your mother is welcome to come and stay for as long as you want her to,” Matt offered, and she tried not to gag at the thought. “But my mother will be involved. СКАЧАТЬ