The Millionaire's Redemption. Therese Beharrie
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Название: The Millionaire's Redemption

Автор: Therese Beharrie

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Контркультура

Серия: Mills & Boon Cherish

isbn: 9781474060035

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СКАЧАТЬ to think that she had been making out with someone upstairs. That the thing she had refused to do with him—the thing he had found someone else for—she was now doing with someone other than him.

      She would probably think that it was a terrible decision later, but as she fluffed her coiled curls and rubbed her lips together to smudge her lipstick she only hoped one thing—that Nathan’s brother had a sense of humour.

      ‘Lily?’

      Kyle’s voice immediately sent her skin crawling and her heart galloping. She couldn’t believe that she’d once found that voice attractive. Now she heard the slime curl around every word.

      She lifted her eyebrows. ‘Kyle? I didn’t see you there. How are you?’

      The of-course-you-saw-me glint in Kyle’s eyes set her teeth on edge and had a small part of herself recoiling.

      ‘I’m well. How are you? I heard you managed to get that bookstore up and running eventually.’

      ‘It’s doing really well, actually. My initial investment was quite substantial, as you know.’

      Kyle’s eyes hardened, and satisfaction pumped through her. But then it gave way to the usual feelings of disgust at the thought of how their relationship had ended. At how she’d compromised her integrity, her dignity.

      She ignored the fact that her self-confidence was deteriorating with every moment she spent in his presence.

      ‘You’ve never met Michelle before, have you? At least not officially.’ Kyle pushed the woman forward. ‘We’re getting married in a few months.’

      ‘Congratulations,’ she answered, and though ice stiffened her spine at the woman’s cold look she felt nothing else at the news that Kyle was getting married.

      That didn’t mean relief didn’t wash over her when she heard steps behind her.

      Not even considering that it might be someone else, she spoke again. ‘I didn’t think you needed that much time to recover, honey...’

      She turned around, and the words tailed off when she saw her supposed ‘boyfriend’ for the first time. His skin was the colour of coffee with cream, complemented by dark hair tousled in a style that made her fingers wish they’d been the ones to style it. His dark eyes were stormy, and she realised she had taken a massive gamble with the man—he was clearly still upset about the conversation he had just had.

      But the storm cleared immediately after that thought, and was replaced by a look of calm that made her feel even more uneasy. His eyes flickered over her, and then looked at Kyle before resting on her again. The calm then transformed into interest—amusement, too, she thought—with the faintest hint of some secret knowledge that made her skin heat.

      He looked nothing like his traditionally handsome brother. His face was made of rugged planes that suggested he had a thousand stories to tell, and just above his mouth was a scar that she could imagine feeling during a kiss.

      When the sides of the lips she was admiring curved upwards, she flushed. He might not be traditionally handsome, but he sure as hell was sexy.

      ‘“Honey”? You and Jacques...you’re dating?’

      Kyle interrupted her perusal, and Lily felt her tongue stick in her mouth when she realised that Kyle knew Nathan’s brother—Jacques.

      You should have thought of that, Lily admonished herself.

      She knew that Kyle was here because Nathan worked in Kyle’s family’s law firm. Nathan loved his job, and hadn’t wanted to upset the prestigious Van der Rosses by not inviting the man who would one day become his boss. Caitlyn had assured her it was the only reason Lily’s ex-fiancé had been invited.

      ‘Yes, we’re dating.’

      The smooth baritone of Jacques’s voice sent shivers down Lily’s spine, and she struggled to shake the feeling.

      ‘For how long?’ Kyle said, and she turned back to see the smugness disappear.

      It bothered him, she thought, her heart accelerating in an instinctual response to Kyle’s anger. But then she paused, and told herself she didn’t have to be worried about him lashing out.

      She didn’t have to worry about him at all any more.

      ‘Almost six months now,’ she said as Jacques moved down a step to stand beside her. He was a full head taller than she was, and she tried to ignore the awareness that realisation brought.

      ‘Six months?’ Kyle repeated, and she saw his eyes flash.

      They’d broken up a year ago, and clearly he thought six months was too short a time for her to mourn for him.

      ‘It doesn’t feel like six months, though,’ Jacques said, and she shifted her gaze to him. ‘I barely feel like I’ve scratched the surface with you.’

      So he did have a sense of humour, she thought, and smiled. When he responded with a smile of his own her breath caught and she thought something crackled between them. Her heart thudded when Jacques wrapped an arm around her waist, and for a moment she forgot that it was all a game and lifted her hand to brush at a piece of his hair.

      ‘How did you two meet?’

      Kyle’s voice punctured the tension in the air and she looked at him with a foggy mind. It took her a minute, but when she came out of her Jacques-induced haze she noted the grim set of Kyle’s lips. He really didn’t like this, she thought, and waited for the panic. For that quick rush of trepidation that anticipated that she was about to be put in her place.

      But nothing came. And somehow she knew it was because of the easy strength exuded by the man at her side.

      ‘I’d love to tell you all about it, Kyle, but we were up there for far too long.’

      Lily shot a flirtatious glance at Jacques, and briefly wondered how deep a hole she was digging when she saw a flash of heat in Jacques’s eyes.

      ‘We should probably spend some time with the happy couple. Enjoy the rest of your evening.’

      Taking Jacques’s hand, she hurried down the stairs, weaving her way through the guests. She only stopped once they were outside on the balcony, and then she immediately let go.

      ‘I’m so sorry about that,’ she said hurriedly, her chest suddenly tight.

      Just breathe, Lily, it’s over now.

      ‘Care to explain?’

      There was a slight breeze in the air and Lily walked to the edge of the balcony, turning her face towards the wind. It helped steady her, and when she opened her eyes—when she saw the view in front of her—that did, too.

      Nathan’s new house stood at the top of the Tygerberg hills in Cape Town, and she could see Table Mountain and most of the city from where she was. It reminded her of how small her problems were.

      Even the after-effects of a bad relationship.

      ‘How about we start with an introduction?’

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