The Tycoon's Rebel Bride / The Billionaire's Unexpected Heir. Kathie DeNosky

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      “Have you given up then?” Madeline asked as she tapped her foot impatiently.

      Isabella gave her an unhappy frown.

      Madeline shook her head in exasperation. “This marriage would be a disaster. You know it and I know it. Theron has to know it somewhere behind that thick skull of his.”

      “I thought you had a strict policy against interfering in your employer’s personal life?” Isabella said.

      Madeline snorted. “I’m not going to interfere. You are.”

      Isabella raised her eyebrows.

      “He plans to propose this Friday night after the opera. He has the tickets, the ring, the entire evening planned. I’ve given you the information. What you do with it is up to you,” she said with a shrug.

      “So soon?” Isabella whispered.

      “Yep, which means you have to move fast,” Madeline said cheerfully.

      Isabella slowly nodded. Her mind was already racing a mile a minute.

      “While you’re pondering, let me introduce you to your security team,” Madeline said as she herded Isabella back toward the office where the men waited. “They have strict instructions to accompany you wherever you go.” She turned to Isabella and grinned. “Should make things interesting for you.”

      Isabella only half heard the introductions. She had to crane her neck to look up to the three really large men. They certainly fit the part of security, though she couldn’t imagine that subtlety was their strong point. But then subtlety wasn’t one of Theron’s strong points, either.

      As Madeline introduced the last man, Theron’s door opened and he and Alannis and her mother came out. Alannis’s arm was linked with Theron’s, and his head was bent low as he listened to something she said.

      Isabella stared unhappily at them until Madeline elbowed her in the ribs.

      “You’re being far too obvious, my girl,” Madeline whispered. “Smile. You don’t want mama bear to be suspicious. I get the impression she can be a barracuda when it comes to her daughter.”

      Isabella forced a smile to her lips just as the three approached.

      “I trust you found your security team to your liking?” Theron asked politely.

      Isabella nodded and smiled more broadly. Then in an even bigger effort to kill them all with kindness, she turned her attention to Alannis. “How was your trip? Everything went well, I hope.”

      Alannis’s smile lit up her entire face. “It did,” she said in only slightly accented English. “I’m very happy to be here.” She glanced up at Theron, and Isabella flinched at the open adoration in her expression.

      “We look forward to seeing you again Thursday evening,” Sophia said.

      “Thursday?” Isabella parroted. She glanced at Theron in confusion.

      “The cocktail party,” Theron said smoothly. “I, of course, extended an invitation to them, as well.”

      “Of course,” Isabella said faintly.

      Though his almost fiancée stood at his side, clinging to his arm like seaweed, Theron’s gaze was on Isabella, his dark eyes probing. His eyes traveled a path of awareness over her skin.

      Did he love Alannis? Did he feel a certain affection for her? She was older than Isabella, but not by much. Maybe a few years? There was youthful innocence in Alannis’s eyes that made Isabella feel older and more jaded.

      Isabella swallowed the rising knot in her throat and she turned brightly to Sophia. “I too look forward to seeing you again. Perhaps you can tell me all about Greece. I’ve heard it’s such a lovely place to visit. Maybe I can honeymoon there after I marry.”

      Sophia beamed at her while Theron’s face darkened.

      “We should go now,” Theron said to Sophia. “You and Alannis have had a long trip. I’ll have your luggage delivered to the hotel at once.”

      He nodded in Isabella’s direction as he and the other women walked past. “Let me know if you have any problems, Bella.”

      She nodded, unable to speak past the lump in her throat that she couldn’t quite make go away.

      Chapter Seven

      He couldn’t stop thinking about her. Theron rubbed his face in annoyance as he focused on what Alannis and Sophia were talking about. He’d taken them to lunch after they’d settled into their suite, but he was only reminded of having eaten with Isabella at this same table just before kissing her senseless in the elevator.

      Sophia was overjoyed with his plan to propose to Alannis after the opera. He’d planned the evening meticulously, buying tickets for Alannis’s favorite performance with a plan to end the evening with an after-party at his hotel.

      So why wasn’t he more enthused?

      Alannis was obviously excited. Theron was sure Sophia had hinted broadly of his plan to ask Alannis to marry him, although he’d asked Sophia to keep the details secret.

      It seemed everyone was thrilled except him.

      “Have you found suitable candidates for Isabella?” Sophia asked.

      “Pardon?” Theron asked as he shook himself from his thoughts.

      “You mentioned that you were trying to find her a husband,” Sophia said patiently. “I wondered if you’d found a suitable match yet.”

      “Oh. Yes, of course. I plan to introduce her to a few carefully screened men at the cocktail party Thursday night.”

      Sophia nodded approvingly. “She’s a beautiful young girl. She seems lonely, though. I doubt she’ll have any problem in finding a husband.”

      Theron frowned. No, she wouldn’t have any trouble in that area. Men would line up for a chance to be her husband.

      Sophia leaned forward, excitement lighting her eyes. “You know, Theron, I’d love to sponsor Isabella myself. She could return to Greece with me. Myron would be more than happy to introduce her to any number of fine young men from good families.”

      “That’s a wonderful idea, Mama,” Alannis said.

      “I’ll bring it up to her when I speak to her next,” Theron said. He wasn’t sure why, but the idea of her leaving the country and marrying someone so far away left a very bad taste in his mouth.

      Not that her marrying closer made him feel any better.

      He listened as Alannis recounted the details of her trip and her excitement over visiting New York for the first time. But his mind simply wasn’t on the present. His thoughts were occupied by a vibrant, dark-haired temptress with a smile that would melt a man at twenty feet.

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