The Spanish Millionaire's Runaway Bride by Susan Meier

Author:Susan Meier [Meier, Susan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2017-11-15T15:59:06+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

A KNOCK AWAKENED Morgan the next morning. She grabbed her new pink satin robe and ran into the main living area of her condo. “I’m coming!”

Though it was foolish, she wished it was Riccardo. From the second he’d turned from his door and sauntered over to her the night before, her stomach had been in knots. Her chest had tightened. Her breaths felt shivery. He hadn’t seemed to be able to pull himself away from her, and she was absolutely positive he was going to kiss her.

Just the thought had been delicious. Scary, yet wanted. Her throat got so tight, she’d have paid every cent in her trust fund to swallow—

But for the second time, he hadn’t kissed her. He’d gone into his condo, leaving her with no choice but to enter hers, and the disappointment had been like an ache in her chest.

She’d tried to prevent her mind from jumping to the logical conclusion, but that was like telling her brain not to think of the color blue. The realization popped into her head like a neon light.

She liked him.

Not the way she’d liked Charles, the convenient, easy man who was always around. She liked Riccardo the way a woman was attracted to a man. A man who made her pulse skip and her insides quiver.

And he liked her, too. Enough to almost kiss her twice.

But when she answered the door, Nanna stood in front of a smiling man who pushed a cart with a tray of buttery croissants, a large bowl of fruit and a pot of coffee.

“I normally drink tea,” Nanna said, motioning for the tall man to bring in the cart. “But for you and Lila, I’m more than happy to join you with coffee.”

“That’s very sweet,” Morgan said, tightening the sash on her robe, fighting misery that made no sense. Even though it had been hard for Riccardo to walk away the night before, he had walked away. Maybe because he didn’t want to get involved with the daughter of one of his biggest clients? Maybe because he still saw himself as being responsible for her?

And that seemed wrong. Now that she had her bearings, she could as easily spend the time before her dad’s trip to Stockholm in Paris, and Riccardo would be off the hook. He did not need to be her keeper anymore. She was fine. She could leave.

Of course, if she left, she probably wouldn’t see Riccardo again. If something didn’t happen here in Spain, whatever was going on between them would be nothing but a few thoughts, a few almost kisses, a few nice conversations, easily forgotten when he got back to his real life in New York City.

“Are you okay, dear?”

Morgan’s head snapped up. “Yes. Yes. I’m fine. I was just thinking about when I go home.”

“Oh, honey. Of course you are.”

The gentleman with Nanna slid the cart beside the table that sat between the kitchen and the arrangement of the sofa and club chairs that formed the sitting area.

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