Her Best Kept Secret by Naima Simone

Author:Naima Simone
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2022-12-30T17:13:27+00:00

Eight

Joaquin pulled into his detached garage, shut off his engine and sat behind the wheel of his Aston Martin for several long moments. For once, he didn’t appreciate the meticulously organized shelves and walls with tools and parts or the collection of motorcycles and a couple of cars. For the first time since purchasing his Medina home and arriving here after work, a sense of peace didn’t settle over him. It didn’t require Sherlock Holmes-level powers of deduction to determine why.

Two words.

Nore Daniels.

Hours had passed since she and her employee left Greer’s factory after their tour, but she hadn’t evacuated his mind. And he hadn’t been able to evict her. And fuck, he’d tried. But he’d been as successful today as he’d been in the last month. Which was not at all.

Shit.

He pinched his forehead, then rubbed it, shaking his head.

The same unease that had wedged between his throat and sternum this morning remained there now, and he curled his free hand around the steering wheel, refusing to massage it. Not that it would do any good. Nothing would erase the cardinal sin he’d committed.

Never, never, did he talk about his father.

The most he’d revealed to anyone was telling Bran and Shorty the electric model would be named after him. He hadn’t gone into any more detail than that. But with Nore... He ruthlessly scrubbed a hand down his face before dragging it through his hair. With Nore he’d unloaded as if she had a degree and he’d been laid out on her couch.

Unprecedented and unwanted. As in he wanted no parts of this shit.

Doubt and caution screamed, What the fuck are you doing? In his small, insular world, trust was a rare, precious commodity, hard won and not casually given. Yet in that office, he’d handed over carefully protected information as if it were Halloween and he was liberally passing out candy to a trick-or-treater.

He couldn’t blame it on that gorgeous face with its lovely, wide golden eyes, scalpel-sharp cheekbones and impure mouth. Couldn’t fault the body of dangerous curves that he’d mapped with his hands and tongue so it was imprinted on his mind with startling clarity. No, he’d been with beautiful women before. Had hot sex. Okay, maybe not the mind-blowing, dick-twisting sex he’d experienced with Nore, but still good sex. And none had loosened his tongue so he’d spilled the secrets about his past.

But none had been Nore Daniels.

The ex of his half brother.

How did he get past that? How did he explain being so reckless with her? Not him, who might have made a living out of an adrenaline-driven career, but off the bike? Off it, he guarded every word, every move, every fucking breath just in case it betrayed him. When you grew up in the family he did, it became second nature.

He’d only been able to release that pressure valve with very few people—his father, Bran, Shorty... Not Nore Daniels.

But then she’d held his hand.

Her slender, delicate fingers had hooked around his as her soft, husky voice weighed down with regret for him.

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