Surrender to a Donovan (Kimani Romance) by Arthur A.C

Author:Arthur, A.C. [Arthur, A.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin Enterprises
Published: 2012-09-30T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 12

“How did you cut your hand?”

“With glass,” was Patrick Dennison’s tight reply. “Just get me a towel, would you?” he yelled at the maid, who, in his estimation, was way too smart for her own good. Giselle was her name, and she was always in his face. Smiling and asking questions, touching his arm or glancing at him from beneath those long, dark lashes she had. He knew what she wanted, what she thought he had to give, and ordinarily he would have been eager to give it to her. But his return to Miami hadn’t been planned.

Tate wasn’t supposed to be here, but she was. And so he’d had to come.

He hadn’t thought about her in months. Hell, to be perfectly honest, Patrick hadn’t thought about Tate since the day he’d walked out of their apartment nine months ago. The divorce had been quick and painless—no contest, no reconciliation, just done. She hadn’t even asked for child support for the baby. And Patrick hadn’t offered a thing. He’d hung around Maryland for a while after that, spending his newly acquired fortune on booze and women. The next part of his plan consisted of long days on some secluded beach and hot, sultry nights with any willing female. Instead he was here, looking for Tate.

The first time he’d seen her had been three days ago at the Excalibur Business Center. He’d thought he was seeing things, because she didn’t look the same. Her face appeared softer, her clothes more attractive. This wasn’t the woman he’d married who’d worked at the local newspaper and read the obituaries just because. He’d been sitting in the car waiting, which was how he spent most of his time these days. She’d come out of the building talking with another woman, then they’d crossed the street and entered a parking garage.

The next day he’d shown up around the same time and followed her through the garage, noting that she drove the same car she had in Maryland. Now he knew where she lived and where the child went to day care. He didn’t really care about the child, not beyond how she fit into his current plan.

“You should maybe see a doctor, señor,” Giselle said, wrapping a bathroom towel around his right fist.

“I’m fine,” he told her, frowning so hard his temples throbbed.

Briana hadn’t been in her crib. He’d watched their apartment at night for the past two days. It faced the back of the building, and there was a Dumpster that put him up just high enough to pull down the fire escape and climb up until he was at their windows. From what he could see, Briana had a pretty room. So did Tate. She’d actually done better for herself than he’d thought she would.

In fact, that’s what had surprised him most about seeing her again. He’d been sure she would have run back to her family in Maryland, begging them to forgive her. She’d been so upset about cutting her ties with them, but Patrick was sure it was for the best.

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