Wear My Ring: The Secret Wedding Dress / The Millionaire's Marriage Claim. Элли Блейк

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      All bar one.

      Paige sensed Gabe a good second before his deep dark voice said, ‘Miss Danforth, how good of you to come.’

      She took a quick heartening gulp from her champagne, then turned and said, ‘Why, of course.’ At least she planned to. But nothing came out.

      In leather and a three-day growth Gabe Hamilton looked like a sexy pirate. In pyjama bottoms and nothing else he was every woman’s fantasy. In a cool pin-striped jacket, navy cashmere sweater, and dark jeans he looked so delectably tactile he was more dangerous than ever.

      When he leant to place a soft warm kiss on her cheek she had a fair idea of what oxygen deprivation must feel like—all breathless and weak and woozy, with a touch of delirium thrown in.

      ‘For you,’ she said, shoving the small box between them. ‘Housewarming present.’

      He took the package, his brow furrowing as he stared at it. And suddenly she felt silly for bringing anything at all.

      She flapped her hand at him. ‘On second thoughts, give it back. It so won’t go with your gorgeous new decor.’

      Pulling the gift out of her reach, he glanced up under his thick dark lashes. ‘You noticed.’

      ‘I’d be pretty sucky at my job if I didn’t. It looks great. You did good.’

      He cocked his head in thanks. Then brought her gift to his ear and gave it a little shake. ‘So long as it’s not a throw cushion I’m sure it’ll do fine.’

      All she could do was shrug, while she felt more and more sure that what was meant to be a funny little trinket was too ridiculous, too overfamiliar, too obvious he’d made an impact on her. But then she thought of the big changes he’d made to his apartment, because of her, and didn’t quite know what to think any more.

      He opened the box, a wash of surprise, bewilderment, and laughter playing over his beautiful face as he stared at the hot-pink flamingo in his big dark hands.

      ‘For your phone,’ she explained, sliding her hand to the inside pocket of his jacket, knowing that was where his ever-present phone would be. She drew it out and placed it neatly into place in the crook of the bird’s bent leg. Tilting her head for him to follow, she slipped through a gap in the crowd to put the phone holder on the kitchen bench.

      She turned and, with a ta-da move, said, ‘To keep the doughnut crumbs away.’

      Gabe blinked at the kitsch splash of pink adorning his sleek dark kitchen, then back to her. His silky dark eyes looking right into her. She knew how Lois Lane felt knowing Superman’s X-ray vision meant he could tell what colour undies she wore. She felt the same desire to hide behind something big and solid for protection.

      Waving her hand in front of her dramatically pinking face, she said, ‘It’s a silly little—’

      ‘It’s perfect,’ he said, placing a hand over his heart. ‘Thank you.’

      ‘My pleasure.’ And it was. He was. Her complete and utter pleasure. A pleasure she’d actually thought might fizzle in the glaring light of a public outing.

      The crowd jostled and she bumped against him. He gathered her with a strong arm until she was flush against his big strong front, the heat of him bleeding through her barely there dress. Again she wondered how she’d gone so long without a man in her life. Without the mouth-watering ache inside her. How? Because it had never felt like this before.

      ‘Let’s get the hell out of here,’ Gabe’s voice rumbled through her.

      Paige laughed. ‘But the party’s just started.’

      ‘Really? Feels like it’s been going on for days.’

      When it began to dawn on her he might not be kidding, she glanced over his shoulder at the party going great guns behind him. ‘But don’t you need to—?’

      ‘Not so much.’

      Her eyes swung back to his to find them drenched with desire. For her. The hot ache sank and spread until she would have collapsed in a quivering puddle of pure need had Gabe not been holding her.

      When the urge to grab his hand and run, dispatching a coat-hanger tackle on anyone in her path, swelled hot and fast inside her, Paige knew then that she’d gone past the point of curing her dating-drought.

      She’d cracked.

      Relinquishing a degree of control had seemed a worthy price to pay to find her feet again. But the raging desire to give in and do whatever Gabe asked of her was so strong it scared her. It felt like a heck of a short trip from that to becoming her mother, watching the clock, marking off the calendar, blushing hopefully every time the phone rang. And living a life of perpetual disappointment.

      She locked her knees and pressed her hands into his chest, steadfastly ignoring the urge to curl her fingernails against the hard planes. ‘Gabe, you have to stay.’

      He slowly shook his head. ‘I have to have you.’

      Good God. Paige licked her lips, preparing to explain why he’d have to wait but there were simply no words. She bit her bottom lip to stop from whimpering. His dark gaze honed in on the movement, a muscle jumping in his cheek. The hastening of his heartbeat beneath her palms was her undoing.

      ‘Okay. Let’s go,’ she said.

      Apparently that was all Gabe needed. He grabbed her hand and drew her through the crowd, parting it like a hot knife through butter.

      ‘Gabe!’ a voice broke into her buzzing sub-conscious.

      Fully expecting Gabe to accelerate into a sprint, Paige was so surprised when he actually stopped she banged into his back, and had to grip his arm in order to steady herself. He wrapped his arm around her in order to steady her, so she was all wrapped up in him when she found herself the subject of some shrewd attention from a man she’d never met.

      ‘Now what?’ Gabe said, his impatience clear as day.

      The party guest, handsome in a clean-cut jock kind of way, smiled patiently at Gabe, and then at her.

      Gabe sighed, then said, ‘Nate Mackenzie, Paige Danforth.’

      Nate grinned as he held out a hand. ‘The infamous lift monopolist. Pleasure.’

      Paige laughed in surprise. Then glanced at Gabe to find him quietly fuming at his friend. A friend he’d talked to about her. While she’d never said a word to Mae. Mae who was somewhere at the party, clueless she was about to do a bunk. Her stomach clutched more than a little.

      ‘One last thing before you depart,’ Nate said to Gabe. ‘The men in grey by the window. Go say “hi”.’

      Gabe growled so low Paige winced. ‘Another time.’

      Paige felt Nate’s attention focus on her even as he held Gabe’s dark gaze with his deceptively smiling eyes. ‘This is the only time. We need them. For the … deal.’

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