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
“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
Her fluttering heart closed its wings and shrunk inside itself. Her mind cringed with embarrassment. She’d misread his invitation to dinner. The attraction she felt towards him wasn’t mutual and she’d just made a gigantic fool of herself.Defense instincts sprang into action. The fertile creativity in her mind was fast-tracked into finding a scenario that would wipe out his impression of availability signals being flaunted.“Hi!” she said brightly, quickening her step towards him, holding out her hand, fixing a wry little smile on her mouth. “Excuse the glad rags. A bit out of place here. But I’m going on to a party afterwards and it was easier not to have to do a change of clothes later.”“Please don’t apologies. No man could look at you tonight without feeling a sense of pleasure,” he rolled out, politely intent on putting her at ease, though the hand holding hers made that impossible. It gripped hard, almost possessively, sending a charge of heat into her bloodstream. “Meeting up w
She had that look of curious wonder in her lovely green eyes again—almost childlike in its wishful search for understanding.It tugged at Peter. He barely resisted the urge to tell her,” You’re my adventure, Erin Lavelle.”That truth could very well offend her, make her withdraw from him, halt his progress in finding out more about her. So far, it was all good. No boyfriend.What family she had—divorced parents—had no strong claim on her. She was free to do whatever she chose, and tonight she’d chosen to have dinner with him before going off to a party.Not that she would get to that party.Peter was determined on holding her with him.“Today has not been my usual scene,” he conceded, aware she wanted to be given a reasonable explanation for his actions. But it has felt surprisingly good and I guess I want to finish it up still feeling good.”“Why were you in the park?” she asked, pinning him down to detail. Because you were there.Would she be flattered to hear that? Or frightened?H