JAMES (7 Brides for 7 Brothers Book 6) by Roxanne St. Claire

Author:Roxanne St. Claire [St. Claire, Roxanne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: South Street Publishing
Published: 2016-12-05T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Time stopped melting. Now it froze. The days passed, but for James, time seemed to stand still. He’d never gone so many days—and nights—without working. He barely looked at his phone and hadn’t turned on his laptop. Just hours and hours of walking, boating, laughing, talking, taking pictures, and seeing so much beauty, it made him ache. And that was just looking at his tour guide.

At night, after long, late, delicious dinners, Kyra left his hotel, and he fell asleep, exhausted and happy.

Of course, he’d have been happier if she’d stayed. If their good-night kisses turned into overnight kisses, but something stopped them both. He wasn’t entirely sure what was stopping her, but as long as that Whitehouse Wineries offer was open and on the table, he couldn’t take her to bed. But that didn’t stop him from holding her close, from kissing her and sliding his hands up and down her body, and making out with her like they were teenagers, until they were panting and weak.

She always managed to slip away, with plans for the next day of travel, leaving him alone and feeling like the sucker who continued to agree to one more night with Scheherazade just to get to the end of the story.

Before going to bed, he’d stare long and hard at that Whitehouse offer on the desk, almost ready to text Hayward and kill the deal, but something stopped him from doing that, too.

He’d told his business manager he was looking things over and then let everything hang, while he was paralyzed in Positano. Not in control. Not making a profit. Not doing anything but, at the moment, sitting by the Eden Roc rooftop pool with the brightest, most charming, and sexiest woman he could imagine.

What the hell was he doing?

“So this must be what a vacation is,” he mused out loud.

On a chaise next to him, Kyra laughed. “Yes, James. This is what a vacation is.”

“But you’re taking one, too.”

“Oh, I’m working,” she assured him. “I’m here on behalf of Villa Pietro.” She grinned. “Guest liaison.”

“I’m not a guest,” he said, his voice slightly tight as the pressure of his decision—and the fact that he hadn’t even told her he had the decision to make—weighed more on his shoulders.

“But you are having fun.” Kyra turned her head on the chaise, shielding her eyes even though she wore sunglasses.

“Are you?” he asked.

“Of course, although I really wanted to take you to the Duomo di Sant’Andrea today.”

“I didn’t want to go to a church.”

She snorted. “It’s so not ‘a church,’ but this is okay. Especially when you do things the Brannigan way.”

He grinned at her, lifting his own sunglasses a bit because he didn’t like anything impeding his view of her body in that bathing suit. “I didn’t want anyone else around.”

“So you paid the hotel for the exclusive use of the pool for the entire day.”

He shrugged. “Private, isn’t it?”

“And you sent the concierge to town to buy me an overpriced bathing suit when I could have had someone from the winery drive one down to me.

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