Too Wicked to Keep. Julie Leto

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      “Abby?”

      She arched a brow. “Wow, and here I thought you wouldn’t recognize me after all these years.”

      “I’d know you anywhere.”

      The words were out before he could stop them, before he could put a lid on the Pandora’s box of emotions flying through him. He never thought he’d see her again—never wanted to. He’d avoided taking any jobs in Chicago—hell, he avoided the whole Midwest altogether. He’d survived Abby once, but barely. A woman like her was lethal.

      Dangerous.

      Gorgeous.

      He grabbed his jacket from the back of his chair and shrugged into it. He eyed the door. His flight wasn’t leaving for another six hours, but maybe he’d be smart to head out to the airport now. Maybe he’d rent a car and drive back to California.

      Or maybe he’d just crawl under a rock.

      She leaned in close so that her breath, sweet with mint, caressed the skin on his neck and ear. “Come on, Daniel. After all these years, you’re not going to at least tell me how beautiful I look?”

      This was the advantage of meeting up again with a woman who already knew you were an asshole. He could look his fill and she wouldn’t think any less of him—it wasn’t possible. She took a step back, hooked one hand onto her slim waist and waited while he drank in the whole delectable picture.

      He deserved this. The torture of dragging his gaze up her long, tanned legs cut at his core. Her curved hips, trim waist and slim belly taunted him so that he nearly squeezed his eyes shut before he reached her sweet, round breasts. But as much as he wanted to look away, he couldn’t.

      The flavor of her skin danced on the memory of his tongue. The sound of her pleasured moans echoed through his dreams. The feel of her lips lingering on every intimate part of him was like a chained ghost, haunting him with the sins of his past.

      The irony that Abigail Albertini would show up in New Orleans the very night Danny had done the first good deed in his life couldn’t be denied. He glanced at the stupid ring his brother had shoved onto his finger less than an hour ago, as a reward for Danny’s help in rescuing Michael’s lover from a crazed rapist. His younger brother had spouted some nonsense about how the two-hundred-year-old heirloom would change his life, but Danny hadn’t believed a word.

      Now he wasn’t so sure.

      “Like what you see?” she asked boldly.

      He tried not to groan as she twisted sideways so that the full impact of her curves hit him like a battering ram.

      He reached for his drink.

      “Marriage agrees with you,” he muttered.

      The edge of her mouth quirked at the corner. “Thank you.”

      As much as he didn’t want to look, Danny made a quick survey of the bar. He’d never met Marshall Chamberlain, so he just looked for any man whose veins were popping out of the side of his skull. That’s what he’d look like if the guy who’d tempted his fiancé to cheat on him had suddenly appeared in their vicinity. But none of the guys nursing their beers or strolling through the casino looked the least bit interested in him or Abby.

      Danny clicked his tongue. The guy really was a moron. If he had a wife as passionate, beautiful and barely reined as Abby, he’d never let her out of his sight.

      Of course, he didn’t have a wife like Abby and that was no one’s fault but his own.

      “So,” he said, wanting to put himself out of his misery sooner rather than later. “Where is the lucky guy? I never did offer my congratulations on your nuptials.”

      “That’s probably best, don’t you think?”

      “I’m not known for doing what is best,” he reminded her.

      “Sure you are,” she said, sliding on the bar stool beside him and signaling for the bartender. “As long as it’s best for you. Trust me, you and Marshall running into each other would not have been good for anyone.”

      While she ordered a bottle of champagne, Danny swigged the last of his scotch and wondered how the hell the past couple of days had gone from bad to worse. First, he’d left California for Louisiana, hoping to find his brother Michael and maybe make good on his plan to steal their father’s ring, sell it and use the profit to start a new life somewhere fresh…or at least, somewhere that didn’t have Wanted posters with his name on them.

      The Netherlands, perhaps? Outer Botswana?

      But once he’d arrived in the Crescent City, he’d ended up helping his brother, an FBI agent, solve a case and save the woman he loved. On top of that mess, Michael had ended up giving Danny the damned ring voluntarily, which took all the fun out of it.

      For revenge, the stupid gold-and-emerald heirloom was now nearly cutting off the circulation in his right hand. And as the pièce de résistance, the one woman who’d broken his heart had, for some unknown reason, now traveled cross-country to rub his nose in her long and happy marriage.

      This was karma. It had to be.

      “So, what are you doing here, so far from the man who stole you away from me?”

      She laughed, but there was no trace of humor in those brandy-colored irises.

      “Is that how you remember things? Because as I recall, you were the one who did all the stealing.”

      Five years of time and distance, plus wearing, even under duress, his infamous ancestor’s ring, gave him the balls to snag her by the waist and pull her in close.

      Five years of marriage gave her the confidence to remain still, a curious grin playing on her lips while she waited to see what he’d do next.

      Those five years did not, however, protect him from the instantaneous slam of need that exploded through his system from the scent of her perfume and the silky warmth of her skin.

      “You stole my heart,” he murmured.

      She twisted away from him, but she probably hadn’t even heard him over the music and clanging sounds of the casino. “You lost the right to touch me a long time ago.”

      He leaned back into his chair. Maybe if he exuded his typical casual air, the heartbeat ramming against his chest wouldn’t be so obvious.

      She hadn’t meant to lose her cool. Danny could see the combination of anger and shock in her eyes. But her intense reaction proved one thing—she hadn’t gotten over him. Maybe she still hated him. Maybe she spent every day cursing his name. But at least she hadn’t forgotten him. That was something.

      “You’re right.” He took another drink, grateful for the smooth burn of the scotch as it slid down his throat. “But you know exactly who I am, Abby. If you wanted to rub my face in how hot you look after five years of marriage, then you’ve accomplished your goal. If you want to slap my face or have me arrested, then go ahead.” He leaned forward, his newly acquired ring glittering on his hand. “But don’t parade that luscious body of yours so close to mine and expect me to keep my hands off. Every man has his limits. СКАЧАТЬ