Long-Lost Bride by Day Leclaire

Author:Day Leclaire [Leclaire, Day]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, General
ISBN: 9781459252929
Google: lkiMlXo1PWcC
Amazon: 0373035799
Barnesnoble: 0373035799
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 1999-01-01T05:00:00+00:00

“Isabella must have felt you should be told about your daughter. Why else would she have brought her?”

Shayne had keyed in on the one issue that didn't make any sense. "I’m still trying to figure that out. If Doña Isabella doesn't want me to have Sarita, why tell me about her?

Why all the games?”

"I gather she offered to let you raise your daughter?”

“To adopt her. But only if I could provide a home for her.”

"And a wife?” The hurt stormed back into Shayne's voice.

He released his breath in a sigh. “That, too.”

She fell silent for a long moment and he felt the tension building in her, thrusting against his chest and arms, rejecting him with unspoken, yet clear determination. "Perhaps this would be a good time to discuss what you require from me,” she said.

What the hell did that mean? "What the hell does that mean?"

"Jumbo wasn't far off, was he? We did make a bargain. You told me you wanted a wife who could create a home.” She slipped from his grasp before he could stop her. "You just neglected to mention the home was for your daughter, rather than for us.” She was killing him by inches. “And?”

"And I'd like to know precisely what that involves. What do you want from me?” she repeated.

He didn't have a clue how to answer that one. Rolling off the bed, he crossed to his dresser and removed a T-shirt. “Here.” He tossed her the improvised nightgown.

"We’re both exhausted and I don’t know what Jumbo did with our suitcases. Wear this might and we can unpack tomorrow.”

"I'm not sleeping here.”

"Then pick another room. Doesn't matter much to me where we bed down.”

"I mean... I'm not sleeping with you.”

He'd already figured that out. Not that it altered his decision any. "We sleep together."

He said it in a tone he rarely used, but one that made even the most ornery cowpoke scramble to obey. "Now get changed.”

He thought he heard a word he'd have sworn his precious wife didn't know. Between that and the rustle of clothing being shed, he knew he'd won this particular battle. Trying to ignore the surge of relief that one argument had finally gone his way, Chaz opened the door and recovered the tray Jumbo had left. A shaft of light slipped into the room and as he turned, he saw Shayne.

Sire knelt in the center of his bed, her legs curled beneath her and her arms lifted as she prepared to drop his T-shirt over her head. She'd removed her clothes and the light licked across her profile. Time paused for a breath, gifting him with a second that seemed to last an eternity, enabling him to look his fill. Golden hair streamed down her back, the ends stopping just shy of the full, lush curves of her buttocks. Creamy thighs joined with narrow hips, shadows taunting him by throwing a modest hand across the golden delta beneath her flat belly. Her breasts were high and round, the rosy tips pearling in reaction to the cold kiss of the surrounding air.

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