After a Sunday of fielding curious questions from her brothers about Evan, Celia was relieved to go into work on Monday. She wasn’t ready to admit to even her family that she and Evan were anything more than business associates. They knew what had happened in New York and that it was complete nonsense. She loved them for their undying loyalty and their absolute faith in her. Which was why she was reluctant to confess to a relationship with Evan. It would only muddy the waters even though she and Evan both knew the truth. She was late, thanks to a traffic snarl that lasted an entire hour and an already late start from her apartment. By the time she made it off the elevator, it was closing in on noon, and her mood was in the toilet.When she saw Shelby, she knew something was wrong. The usually cheerful receptionist eyed Celia with something that looked suspiciously like pity, and she refused to hold Celia’s gaze for long.Not even wanting to know what that was all about, Celia bypasse
Tuesday morning, Celia took the coward’s way out and called Brock to schedule vacation time for the rest of the week. He didn’t like that she was hiding. It was no way to face the issue, but after hearing how horrible she sounded, he didn’t argue the matter further. The rest of the day she spent moping around her apartment, alternating between anger and fits of upset.Wednesday, she packed a bag and headed for the one place she knew she could lick her wounds in safety. Her dad’s house.He took one look at her and held out his arms for a giant bear hug. She needed it. Never had the comfort of home felt so good to her than now.He sat her down and cooked her a huge breakfast, because in his book, there wasn’t anything that couldn’t be cured by a big, home-cooked breakfast.All the time she ate, he sat beside her, eating his own food in silence. He didn’t pry or demand answers. It was what she loved most about him. He never intruded into his children’s lives. No, he didn’t have to. He
He wanted to go kill someone. Preferably whoever had started this smear campaign. No one messed with the woman he loved and got away with it.All the air left his lungs in a painful jolt.Loved?He liked Celia. Liked her a damn lot. She was beautiful, vibrant, sexy as hell. She was a great lover and partner. He had fun with her. He loved her company. But did he love her?The knot in his stomach grew. How could he be so stupid about his own personal life? Surely it would have occurred to him before now if he was in love with someone.He stopped and let his thoughts catch up with the breathless, panicky feeling in his chest.How had he gone thirty-eight years with never having fallen in love? He’d never even contemplated the idea until now. He wasn’t at all sure he liked it, either.Love was such a messy emotion. It was bound to be inconvenient. You sure couldn’t put it on a schedule and love never played by the rules. He liked rules. And schedules.Ah, hell, he was absolutely in love
She let him pull her down beside him on the couch, even if she was still horrified by the fact she was wearing a robe, with nothing on underneath, and she was wearing a wet towel on her head, for God’s sake.But when she looked at him, she promptly forgot all that. All she knew was that she loved this man, and she’d do anything to make things right between them.“I’m sorry,” she said in a low, shaky voice.He pressed a finger to her lips. “Shh. I don’t want to hear that word cross your lips. It’s me who is sorry. I was an ass. I said despicable things to you.”Her eyes widened, and she felt the ridiculous urge to cry again, as if she hadn’t done enough of that in the last few days.“First, I want to talk about this,” he said as he drew out the dreaded newspaper clipping from his pocket.She froze, her stomach seizing with dread.“Don’t look like that. I don’t believe a word of it. But it’s obviously an important part of your past. It hurt you and it’s affected a good portion of our re
Peter Ramsey saw the traffic controller step out onto the pedestrian crossing, brandishing her stop sign, and slowed his car to a halt. A tribe of preschool children, kept in check by a couple of adults, were lined up on the sidewalk, waiting for it to be safe before heading over to the park on the other side of the road. They were all carrying lunch boxes.Nice day for a picnic in the park, Peter thought, smiling at the happy little faces.“Nice car!”The appreciative comment from the traffic controller snapped his attention back to her. She had a wide infectious smile on her face, bright eyes dancing teasingly at him. Macho male in his BMW Z4 sports convertible being stopped for a pack of kids. She was enjoying her moment of power. Peter grinned back. I don’t mind, babe.She turned aside to help shepherd her flock across the road just as Peter registered a buzz of interest in his mind. He liked the look of her. Her jeans hugged a very pertly rounded backside and long shapely legs. S
“I’m his father. I’ve got every right to take Thomas with me.”“We’re responsible for him, Mr.. Harper. His mother left him with us for the day and…”“His mother took him from me. He’s my son!” “You need to sort this out with your wife.”“She won’t let me have him but she dumps him with you people who are nothing to him. Nothing! I’m his father!”“We’ll have to call the police if you take Thomas.”“Mr.. Harper, this is not a good move. If you end up in jail, you’ll never see your son.” That was Erin’s voice, gently pleading reason.A high crazed laugh derided any reasonableness.”There’s justice for you. I do nothing wrong but I lose my son and my cheating bitch of a wife just gets him given to her.”“You have to take this to the family court,” Erin pressed.”You’ll get a fair hearing.”“Nothing’s fair!” The exploding anger cracked into spurts of tears as grief and despair poured from him.”She’s told a stack of lies about me to her big-shot lawyer. I’ve got no chance except this. No cha
What a man!Part of Erin’s mind kept buzzing over him even as she carried through his suggestion of concentrating the children’s attention on another story.A big man in every sense, she decided—strength, compassion, authority, as well as having a fabulous physique emitting so much male power, her female hormones were leaping around in a frenzy of interest. Definitely a prince of a man, and I’d just love to be his princess, she thought dizzily.She’d caught a glimpse of him strolling through the park earlier and instantly liked what she saw—very impressive. When he’d settled on the bench seat in easy earshot of her storytelling, it had been impossible to resist the impulse to show off to him, pouring much more vitality into her performance than she usually did. Which was really silly because he was an absolute stranger with no chance of their meeting, given that she was caught up with a group of children.Then had come his amazing intrusion when Thomas’s father had been about to make
“Peter Ramsey,” her aunt said with almost breathless awe. Her eyes were goggling when she looked up at Erin. I should have recognized him. But why on earth would he be in that park?”Erin honed in on the most pertinent point. “Why should you have recognized him?”“Because of who he is, of course,” her aunt brushed off impatiently, then caught Erin’s grimace of frustration. “Don’t tell me you haven’t heard of him.He’s Lloyd Ramsey’s son and heir.”This stunning revelation was a blow to the fantasy that had been building up in her mind. “You mean the multibillionaire, Lloyd Ramsey ?”“The one and only,” her aunt confirmed.Lloyd Ramsey was virtually an Australian legend, making so many headlines over so many years, even Erin who’d always lived in the world of books, was not ignorant of the man’s power and how he wielded his wealth. He’d been nicknamed “the shark” because he went after a bite of just about every big business enterprise going. From Sarah’s reaction to Peter’s name, appar