A Marriage Worth Saving. Therese Beharrie

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СКАЧАТЬ I can’t.’ She sighed, and took a sip from her wine. ‘Drinking wine after a long day with a handsome man should be the only way to unwind.’

      She didn’t realise what she’d said until she saw him smiling at her, and then she blushed furiously.

      Where had that come from?

      ‘I didn’t mean—’

      ‘To tell me I’m handsome?’

      She set her wine down. ‘Yes. It’s been a long day.’

      ‘So I could ask you anything now and you would answer it?’

      ‘Maybe,’ she said softly, caught by the expression in his eyes.

      And then she wondered who this person who was flirting with this gorgeous man was. Because surely it couldn’t be tame, safe Mila. How often had she heard those comments from boys she had dated? From her foster siblings, who’d had no interest in hanging out with a girl who couldn’t bring herself to try drugs or go out drinking every night, no matter how desperately she’d wanted to be liked?

      She closed her eyes at the pain, and picked up her wine glass again. It must have been the stress of the event that had her thinking about a past she’d thought she’d left behind.

      But before she could drink her wine, Jordan took the glass out of her hand and she froze.

      ‘Do you have a boyfriend?’ he asked her, and she realised he was a lot closer than he’d been a few moments ago. Her throat dried at the woodsy smell that filled her senses, and suddenly she wished she hadn’t flirted with him.

      ‘No,’ she answered quickly, her breathing becoming more heavy than she thought could be healthy.

      ‘Good. That makes this much easier.’

      ‘What are you talking about?’ She couldn’t take her eyes off him, and knew she should be worried that the realisation only caused the slightest bit of alarm in her.

      ‘Us.’ He pulled the clip out of her hair so that it fell to her shoulders. ‘I’m glad you won’t have to break another man’s heart so that we can be together.’

      ‘That’s presumptuous of you,’ she replied, though for the life of her, she couldn’t think of one reason why that was a problem. Even when he had her speaking her mind without the filter she usually employed with every word.

      He didn’t respond immediately, and she wondered if she’d said something wrong.

      And then her heart stopped completely when his hand stilled on her neck and he said, ‘It should be. Everything inside me is saying that feeling this way about someone without even knowing them is crazy. And yet I can’t help myself.’

      His hand moved to her face, and she thought that even if the sky fell down on them she wouldn’t be able to look away from him.

      ‘So tell me whether I’m being presumptuous when I say I know you feel it, too?’

      She couldn’t speak because the pieces that had been floating around in her head since they’d met—and the feelings that had become unsettled the moment he’d introduced himself—told her there was truth to his words.

      ‘You did all of this to...to see if I felt the same way?’

      ‘No.’ He smiled, and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. ‘I did this to make you realise that you did.’

      ‘Jordan, I—’

      His lips were suddenly on hers, and she felt herself melt, felt her resistance—her denial—fade away. Because as his mouth moved against hers, her heart was telling her that it wanted to be with him. She ignored the way her mind told her she was being ridiculous, and instead ran her hands over the muscles she had admired earlier.

      With one arm he moved everything that was on the blanket away and she found herself on her back, with Jordan’s body half over hers. But she pulled away, her chest heaving as though she’d run a marathon.

      ‘This is crazy,’ she said shakily, but didn’t move any further.

      ‘Yes, it is,’ he replied, his eyes filled with a mixture of desire and tenderness.

      She raised a hand to his face, pushing his hair back and settling it on his cheek. He turned his head and kissed her hand. And in that moment, under the stars that sparkled brightly on Valentine’s Day, she realised that she might have just fallen in love with a man she had only known for a few hours.

      Even as her mind called her foolish she was pulling his lips back down to hers.

CHAPTER ONE

      Two years later

      JORDAN STOOD OUTSIDE his childhood home and grief—and guilt—crashed through him.

      The house was like many he had seen in the Stellenbosch wine lands—large and white, with a black roof and shutters. Except he had grown up in this house. He’d played on the patio that stretched out in front of the house, with its stone pillars that had vines crawling up them. He and his father had spent Sunday evenings watching the sun set—usually in silence—on the rocking chairs that stood next to the large wooden door.

      He turned his back on the house and the memories, and looked out to the gravel road that led to the rest of the vineyard.

      Trees reached out to one another over the road, the colour of their leaves fading from the bright green of summer to the warm hues of autumn. From where he stood he could see the chapel where he’d married Mila just three months after they’d met.

      He shook his head. He wouldn’t think about that now.

      Instead he looked under the potted plants that lined the pathway to the front door for the key he knew his father had kept there. When he found it he began to walk to his father’s house—except that wasn’t true any more. He clenched his jaw at the reminder of the new ownership of the house—the house he had grown up in—and the reason he was back, and turned the key in the lock.

      He heard it first—the crackling sound of fire blazing—and he set his bags down and hurried to the living room where he was sure he would find the house burning. And slowed when he realised that the fire was safely in the fireplace.

      He turned his head to the couch in front of the fire, and his heart stopped when he saw his ex-wife sitting in front of it.

      ‘What are you doing here?’ he demanded before he could think, the shock of seeing her here, in his childhood home, forcing him to speak before he could think it through.

      She jumped when she heard him, and shame poured through him as the glass of wine in her hand dropped to the ground and the colour seeped from her face.

      ‘Jordan... What...? I...’

      In another world, at another time, he might have found her stammering amusing. Now, though, he clamped down the emotions that filled him and asked again, ‘What are you doing here, Mila?’

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