A Diamond In The Rough. Catherine Mann
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Название: A Diamond In The Rough

Автор: Catherine Mann

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Короткие любовные романы

Серия: Mills & Boon By Request

isbn: 9781474081351

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СКАЧАТЬ “Your grandmother loves you.”

      “I know that. I do,” he said with certainty. “But she’d already brought up her kids. She was supposed to be my grandmother. Not my parent.”

      “Did she tell you that?” She knew full well Mariah never would have said anything of the sort to Stone. Johanna just wanted to remind him of how very much his grandmother loved him.

      “She didn’t have to say it.” He went silent for the length of two rolling waves crashing to the shore. “When I was eleven, I found the private detective’s report of her search for my biological father.”

      “Of course she would want to know everything about you. Perhaps she was worried that he might try to take you away. Did you ever consider that?” When he didn’t answer, she continued, “You said she didn’t find him. So how did you locate him?”

      “The report uncovered a wealth of data about my mother’s activities then.” His face went darker. “Suffice it to say, my mother led quite an active party life.”

      “That reflects on her.” She squeezed his arm. “Not on you.”

      “I understand that.” He braced his shoulders, his eyes cold with an anger Johanna knew wasn’t directed at her. “I’m not a drug addict like my mother. And while I’m not a monk, I’m monogamous during a relationship. I am my own man. I control myself and my destiny.”

      She rubbed soothing circles along his arm. Even if this conversation wouldn’t change things between them, she knew he needed to get these words out and for some reason she was the person he trusted most to tell.

      She drew in a bracing breath of salty air before continuing, “How did you find out about your father?”

      “My mother told me.”

      “That simple?”

      “Apparently so. She was high at the time and to this day doesn’t remember telling me.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I was twenty-five when she let it slip about the man who fathered me—Dale Banks.”

      Johanna gasped in recognition. “The Dale Banks? The country music star?”

      “My mom was a groupie back in the day.” He shrugged. “She hooked up with him and here I am.”

      She studied his features with a new perspective. Wind whipped her hair over her face, and she scraped the locks aside. “You do look a little like him. I never noticed until now....”

      “I needed more reassurance than a look-alike contest. So I confronted him.”

      “How did you get past his security guards?”

      “I have influence of my own.” He smiled darkly. “Remember the benefit concert we sponsored a few years back?”

      She did the quick math and realized Stone would have been in his mid-twenties then. She couldn’t imagine how difficult that meeting must have been. “You arranged that to speak with him?”

      “I’m not above using philanthropy for my own good, as well.”

      “You don’t need to be sarcastic to cover your emotions.” She slid her hand to his back and tucked her body to his side as if it was the most natural thing in the world to share his burdens. And it was. She drew in the heat and salty scent of him, her senses starved after months without him. “That had to have been difficult for you, confronting him.”

      “I didn’t. I got a DNA sample during dinner.”

      “What?” She looked up sharply, unable to believe she’d heard him correctly. “You tricked him?”

      “Easier than forcing the matter with a conversation where he denied it and I had to prove him a liar.”

      He didn’t fool her for a second with this blasé act.

      “What did he say when you finally told him?”

      “He doesn’t know. Why should he? He slept with a woman he didn’t know and didn’t care enough to follow up.”

      “Stone!” She cupped his face and made him look at her. “Maybe he’s changed. Perhaps he has regrets and would like to know you now.”

      “I don’t need him in my life,” he said in a cold tone that left no room for negotiation.

      “Maybe he needs you,” she suggested. “People are so much more important than money or fame.”

      “That’s right. You grew up poor but loved,” he said sarcastically.

      Again, he didn’t fool her. She patted his cheek just a touch harder than a love tap. “Don’t be a jerk.”

      “Maybe I’m letting my real side show.” He turned his face to kiss her palm, then nipped it gently.

      She wouldn’t let him divert her with sex. She slipped her hand back down to his shoulder. “How did we spend so much time together and never talk about these things?”

      “You were right in saying I was holding back.”

      She couldn’t believe he’d admitted it. “Why are you telling me now? And please be truthful.”

      “I’m not really sure.” He snagged a strand of her hair and stroked the length with gentle pressure. “Maybe because there’s nothing left to lose between us. You’ve already ditched me. Why bother working my ass off to impress you?”

      “You were working to impress me?” She couldn’t resist smiling.

      “Clearly, I failed.” He looped the lock around his finger until he cupped the back of her head.

      “Not totally.” She stepped closer, unable to resist the sizzle, especially not combined with the vulnerability he’d shown in sharing what he’d found out about his father. “I did agree to marry you.”

      She arched up on her toes and kissed him. How could she not? Her body ached to be with him. They were two consenting adults, alone together, attached to no one else and both so very aware of the price of being together.

      His arms banded around her, thick, muscled arms that held her with such gentle power she leaned closer until her breasts pressed to the hard bare wall of his chest. His mouth tasted of the salty ocean and sweet tea, a heady combination for a woman already teetering on the edge of losing control.

      She sketched along the hard planes of his back, still damp from his swim and perspiration. So many nights she’d lain awake yearning to be with him again and now those restless fantasies were coming to life. Being away from home gave her the freedom to act on those impulses.

      Stone caressed down her back to her hips, molding her closer to him, his arousal pressing against her stomach.

      “Johanna,” he groaned against her mouth. “You’re killing me here. If you want to stop, we need to put the brakes on this now. It’s up to you what happens next. How are we going to handle this attraction that’s tearing us both apart?”

      She dipped her hands into СКАЧАТЬ