Winning His Heart: The Millionaire's Homecoming / The Maverick Millionaire. Melissa McClone

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       CHAPTER FOUR

      DAVID’S HAND LANDED on her shoulder, and he spun her around.

      “When?” he demanded. “When did I ever lie to you?”

      “We kissed that one night on the beach,” Kayla said, carefully stripping her voice of any emotion.

      His hand fell away from her shoulder, and he stuffed it in the pocket of his shorts and looked away from her.

      “And then,” she said, her voice a hiss, “you would barely look at me after that. That, David Blaze, is the worst kind of lie of all!”

      He drew in his breath, sharply, and looked like he had something to say. Instead, his expression closed.

      That same cool, shutting-her-out expression that she remembered all too well from after their ill-fated kiss!

      “I don’t want to talk about it,” he said. “I don’t want to talk about any of this.”

      His tone was dismissive, his eyes that had been so expressive just a moment ago, were guarded. His features were closed and cold, his mouth a firm line that warned her away from the place he did not want to go. Which was their shared history.

      And that was not a problem. Because Kayla didn’t want to go there, either.

      “You brought it up,” she reminded him tightly.

      He scraped a hand though his hair and sighed, a sound heavy with weariness. “I did. I shouldn’t have. I’m sorry.”

      * * *

      “Thank you for your help,” Kayla said with stiff formality. “I can take it from here. I’ve taken enough of your time. You should go.”

      David was aware Kayla was taking her cues from him. Slamming the door shut on their shared past.

      David was aware he had managed to hurt her feelings, and make her very angry and he was genuinely sorry for both.

      Her husband was dead. What momentary and completely uncharacteristic lack of control had made him tell her, after all these years, about what had happened that day?

      He supposed it was because she had taken Kevin’s word and way, absolved him of responsibility by blaming those poor parents, as innocent in the whole thing as their child had been.

      The drowning had been ruled an accident. But the tension between him and Kevin had never been repaired.

      It was only the fact that he had just saved Kayla’s life that was making her struggle for even a modicum of courtesy. In other circumstances, David was aware that he probably would have found that struggle, so transparent in her face and eyes, somewhat amusing.

      You should go. That was a good idea if David had ever heard one.

      He still could not believe the anger he felt when she said that about it being the parents’ responsibility, his anger at how completely she had bought into Kevin absolving himself.

      Still, it was all a long time ago. Her voice saying that, soft with compassion, was something worth escaping from.

      It was a long time ago.

      Sometimes months could go by without him thinking of it.

      But that was not while looking at the beach, with Kayla at his side. He didn’t like it that she had seen, instantly, that it still bothered him.

      And he liked it even less that her hand had rested on his wrist, her touch gentle and offering understanding.

      Kayla. Some things never changed. She was always looking for something or someone to save, Kevin being a case in point.

      Kevin had died in a car accident on a slippery night, going too fast, as always. Had he not cared that he had responsibilities? The accident had happened very late at night. Why hadn’t he been home with his beautiful, young wife?

      David shook it off. It was none of his business, but he wished she had not brought up that kiss. He remembered every single thing about it: the sand of the day clinging to them both, the bonfire, the sky star-studded and inky, the night air warm and sultry, the velvety softness of her cheek nestled into his hand as she gazed at him with those huge, liquid-green eyes. His lips had been pulled to her lips like steel to a magnet. And when he had tasted them, they had tasted sweetly of the nectar that gave life.

      Until that precise moment, that electrifying meeting of lips, they had just been friends in a circle of friends. But they had been at that age when awareness is sharpening...where the potential for everything to change is always shimmering in the air.

      It was true. What he had done after was the worst kind of lie.

      Because the next day, Kevin, who had not been at the bonfire the night before, had told David he had fallen for Kayla. That he’d known forever that she was the girl for him, that he had СКАЧАТЬ