Название: To Tempt A Stallion
Автор: Deborah Fletcher Mello
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Короткие любовные романы
Серия: The Stallions
isbn: 9781474082716
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“Would you like to join us for lunch?” Nathaniel questioned, turning his gaze toward Elise.
“I actually have another closing in two hours so I’ll have to pass, but maybe you and I could finish this bottle of champagne later over dinner?” Her eyebrows were raised suggestively.
Nicholas smiled. “I think I’ll get a head start toward the car,” he said. He extended his hand. “Elise, it was a pleasure to meet you.”
“The pleasure was mine. I hope we’ll see each other again soon. I’d love to meet your wife. I’ve heard wonderful things about her.”
“Tarah is an amazing woman,” Nicholas said. “I look forward to you two getting to know each other.” He winked an eye at his brother. “I’ll see you outside.”
Nathaniel nodded. “I’m right behind you,” he said as Nicholas rolled himself out the door. When his twin was out of sight he turned his attention back to the woman who was still eyeing him like he was a slab of meat for the taking.
Elise took a step closer to him, drawing her palm against his chest. “So, what about that dinner?”
“I wish I could,” he said, his tone apologetic. “But I really won’t have any down time for the next few weeks. Too much to do. I’m actually meeting with the contractor this evening. Can I get a rain check?”
Disappointment washed over Elise’s face. She took a deep breath. “You owe me, Nathaniel Stallion. I think this is the third time you’ve turned me down.”
Nathaniel chuckled. He took a step back and crossed his arms over his chest. “You scare me, Elise. I’m not ready for a serious relationship and you want a husband.”
She laughed. “I’m sure if we give it some thought, Mr. Stallion, we can come to a happy medium. Something like best friends with privileges, maybe?” Her coquettish expression was teasing as she batted her eyelashes at him.
Nathaniel shook his head ever so slightly. “I need to run. I will call you and maybe then we can make plans.”
“Promise?”
“We’ll see,” he said as he winked his eye at her and headed for the door. “Have a good afternoon, Elise!”
Minutes later Nathaniel and his brother were laughing heartily together. They sat at a corner table in Dametra Café, dining on fried calamari, dolmas, spanakopita and moussaka. The cozy restaurant with its assortment of Mediterranean cuisine was one of their favorites and the two brothers ate there every time Nicholas came to visit.
“Why don’t you just tell that woman you’re not interested?” Nicholas asked.
Nathaniel shrugged his broad shoulders. “Because I might be interested once I get my head clear. Right now though I have too much on my mind. The restaurant, my medical practice, you.”
“What are you worried about me for?”
“Someone needs to worry about you. You don’t worry enough and you should.”
“I have a wife for that, and trust me, she does a great job.”
“I know. It’s why I call her regularly to check up on you.”
“So then you already know what the doctors have said about my next surgery.”
“I know it’s a clinical trial with no certainty for success.”
“Well, life doesn’t promise you certainty. Besides, they’re just going to implant an electrode stimulator along my spinal cord, flip the switch and then see what happens. We’ll keep our fingers crossed and say a lot of prayer.”
“As long as you understand this research is still in its early stages. I don’t want you to be disappointed if you don’t get the results you want.”
“I’d be disappointed if I didn’t give it a try. So I’m good with it.”
The two stared at each other. Nathaniel carried much guilt about his brother’s condition. Nicholas, a former professional football player, had been severely injured in the biggest championship game of his career. Years before his accident, Nathaniel had warned him of the risks, pointing out that previous trauma had already left Nicholas more susceptible to injury. Back then he had recommended that Nicholas retire, but always stubborn, his brother had refused. Nathaniel should have insisted but he’d supported his twin’s choice instead. Now, Nicholas was a paraplegic, permanently confined to a wheel chair, and Nathaniel felt partially responsible.
“Don’t do that,” Nicholas said.
“Do what?”
“Make me feel bad. We’re supposed to be celebrating and you’re making me feel bad. Now I’m depressed.” Nicholas grinned. “Not really!”
“Sorry,” Nathaniel said with a chuckle. He held up both hands as if he were surrendering. “Changing the subject. So, catch me up with the family. I’ve been ignoring your sisters so I know they’re pissed at me.”
“Pissed doesn’t begin to express what those two are feeling right now. I’m supposed to dial them both while I’m here with you since you won’t call either of them back.”
Nathaniel laughed. “Naomi left a vicious message. Marriage clearly hasn’t sweetened her pleasant disposition.”
“Patrick definitely has his hands full with her. But she and Natalie just want to know you’re okay. Natalie and Tinjin are planning to fly in next month, I think.”
“I’ll call them both this evening. I swear I will.”
“Have you talked to Noah?”
“Not since last month when I told him about buying the property. He’s planning to come help with my security systems.”
“Well, let him tell you before you say anything, but he and Catherine are pregnant! He told me yesterday and I’m sure he wants to tell you himself.”
“Hot damn!” Nathaniel exclaimed. “We’re going to be uncles!”
Nicholas laughed with his brother. “It’s pretty cool right? I never imagined any of us having kids. A week ago it seemed like such a foreign concept and now I’m excited. For them and us.”
“You and Tarah haven’t thought about kids?”
“We talk about it all the time. But she says she’s not ready and right now, with my situation, well...” He shrugged slightly.
Nathaniel nodded his understanding. He moved the conversation forward. “The last time I talked to Natalie she said the same thing. She and Tinjin weren’t ready yet.”
“When I talked to her she said they want to open their New York office and settle down in a home here in the United States before taking that step.”
“I really don’t see Natalie leaving Paris.”
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