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Chapter 3Fuck.I fake a smile.Who in the hell does this asshole think he is?“I said sit. Back. Down.”Well, I say go fuck yourself, you giant condescending twat. I raise an eyebrow as he glares at me, and I smile sweetly. Then, with deliberation, I walk toward the door.He narrows his eyes and then recovers and goes back to his speech. “As I was saying,” he continues.I go into the corridor that leads out of the room, just out of his sight, and listen to his speech.For ten minutes, I fume in silence, unable to concentrate on anything he’s saying.Just the sight of this man brings out a temper in me that I never even knew I had.I peek around the corner and watch him walk back and forth on the stage. His voice is deep and commanding. One hand is in the pocket of his expensive suit trouser pocket; the other he moves around in the air with animation as he talks.He’s handsome and has this powerful edge to his personality.He’s comfortable taking center stage; in fact, he’s probably c
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He ruins family businesses for fun.How pathetic.Of course he’s presenting at a conference called Mind Masters. This is right up his pretentious alley. He thinks he is the mind master . . . what a joke.I stand. “Excuse me,” I whisper to the person next to me. I begin to shuffle past the people in my row as they sit in their seats.“Claire Anderson,” he calls from the stage.My horrified eyes meet his.“Sit back down.”“I . . .” I take another step toward the exit.“Claire,” he warns.I glance around at the 120 pairs of eyes fixed firmly on me and then back up at him.“I said sit. Back. Down.”c“Mr. Miles.”He turns back toward me.“I believe it was you that moaned my name first,” I say sweetly.He rolls his eyes. “That’s debatable.” The door clicks closed behind him, and I smile goofily up at the ceiling.That was . . . surprisingly fun.Chapter 6I wake with a jump and notice it’s light—too light for early morning.Huh?I scramble for my phone on the nightstand: 8:45 a.m.What the
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Chapter 9He screws up his face. “What are you talking about, Anderson?” he scoffs. “Get your stuff. We’re going to lunch.”What?“Are you listening to me, Tris?” I stand up.“No. I’m not. You’re talking shit.” He puts his hands on my hips and smirks down at me. “Why wouldn’t we see each other when we get on so well? That’s the most ridiculous thing that’s ever come out of your mouth.”The door opens, and we both turn suddenly.Marley’s eyes widen in horror as she sees me in Tristan’s arms. “Oh . . . sorry.” She winces.Shit.Tristan steps back from me, clearly annoyed at the interruption.“That’s okay.” I force a smile. “What is it, Marley?”“I was going to see if you wanted lunch, but . . .”“No, she’s having lunch with me,” Tristan asserts.My eyes flick to him. “I’m fine for the moment, Marley. Thank you.”Marley’s wide eyes dart between Tristan and me, and I can almost hear her brain ticking . . . just great. How the heck do I explain this?Tristan glares at Marley and raises an
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WE HAVE UNFINISHED BUSINESS.COME TO PARIS FOR THE WEEKEND.I exhale heavily. We did the business, fair and square.Fucked it to hell and back, actually.So why does it still feel unfinished? I have this haunting feeling that it isn’t over. But then I know it is.Tristan Miles is lingering in my soul . . . and the bastard won’t leave.He was supposed to be my get-out-of-grief card, my comeback into society.What he was, was an intoxicating drug and an addiction that I don’t need.So now, instead of one man lingering, I have two.My beautiful husband, Wade, the one I planned a life with . . . the one whose wishes I’m honoring.And then there’s Tristan, the gorgeous soul-sucking bastard from New York . . . who has a fun, tender side underneath.But does he really?Does he have a tender side, or is that just who he pretends to be when he’s alone with a woman? Was that all a plot to get under my guard?It worked, if it was.The man I spent time with was beautiful.I drag my hand down my f
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RichardIt was late when I finally pulled into the driveway, sighing with relief at being home. I used to love traveling for work, but now, I found I dreaded going. I hated leaving Katy and my girls.My flight had been delayed leaving Toronto, then again departing Calgary, and it had been a long day. I reminded myself to speak to our travel specialist who handled our bookings. I wanted direct flights—no more stops.I noticed although the house was dark, two lights shone in the night. The one over the front door for me and the muted glow coming from the nursery window. That meant Katy was awake with Heather, no doubt feeding her.I pushed open my car door and stretched. The streetlamp glinted off something white, catching my eye, and I glanced toward it with a frown. I jogged down the driveway, confused at the half-dozen campaign signs on my lawn. All the political parties were represented. With a curse, I yanked them all out of the grass and carried them to the garage, tossing them i
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“I hope you weren’t hurt during the blast.”“A little scorched. I’m sure you can put out the fire.” She kissed me, her lips devouring mine, hungry and urgent. I gripped her hip and wound my other hand into her hair, kissing her back. The taste of my wife, the feel of her skin on mine, was like nothing else. I loved these moments with her—when it was simply us. Together.I eased back, gazing up at her. Her quiet beauty overwhelmed me at times. I stroked her soft skin, spreading my hands over her stomach.She bit her lip, for the first time not meeting my eyes as I ran small circles over the gentle curves of her. She stilled my actions, her fingers restless on top of mine.“Hey,” I called quietly. “Katy, baby, come back to me.”She lifted her eyes, and I shook my head, knowing exactly what she was thinking. I traced the light lines that bothered her so much along her hips and stomach. It wasn’t very often she was insecure with me anymore, and this was something I needed to address, once
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“That would work.”“What would?”“Richard VanRyan. I’m not running for anything. I just wanted a damn sign. We could print them and put them everywhere.”I started to snicker at her silliness. “Maybe I will. I need to come up with a better slogan, though.”She giggled. “Richard VanRyan. Panty exploder.”I had to turn my head into the pillow to stop the loud peals of laughter. Only Katy could make me laugh this way. She was the first and the only one to be able to do so.“I don’t think that’s exactly PC.”“You have something better?”I thought about it, then grinned.“Sure. Richard VanRyan—I’m kind of a big deal.”It was her turn to be amused. “Whatever.” She rolled over, still laughing. “Such ego.”I wrapped my arm around her waist, dragging her back to my chest. I nibbled on her earlobe. “But I am, Katy.” I thrust my hips into her, letting her feel how big a deal I was.“Oh, go fuck yourself, VanRyan.”I snickered at her favorite expression. “I would rather fuck you.” I lifted her le
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I chuckled. “So does Daddy.”He lifted one eyebrow in amusement and kissed me fast. “Yes, he does. I want to spend the weekend with my girls. I’ve missed you all too much.”I cupped his cheek. “A family weekend sounds perfect.”“Great. I looked at my calendar and next week is going to be crazy. Graham has me booked solid. You have a sitter for Thursday, right?”“Yes. The dinner?”He nodded, a grimace crossing his face. “Graham is certain we’re going to grab a few awards for the campaign for BAM. Otherwise, I’d skip it.”I studied him for a minute. “Why?” He usually enjoyed the dinners and spending the evening talking with his peers about marketing and strategies.“David will be there. From the rumors I’ve heard, things aren’t going well with his company. That will make him especially nasty. I don’t want him anywhere near you.”I stroked along his jawline, feeling the tension simply talking about David caused him. “He’s in the past, Richard. He can’t hurt us now.”He huffed out a long
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