Wellington Series 2 by Kris Pearson

Author:Kris Pearson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: action and adventure, exotic south pacific locations, feelgood human interest stories, fiesty heroines, handsome heroes, passionate love affairs, sexy happy endings
Publisher: Kris Pearson

Chapter Eleven—Evicting Andrew

Days later, deeply content, day-dreaming outrageously, Mel lay sprawled in a lounger beside the pool, trying to read but not able to concentrate. At long last the doorbell pealed.

Cody! He was due back from Auckland today. She’d grudgingly agreed his mother could have him for a short Christmas visit as long as he returned in good time to spend New Year in Wellington.

She’d missed him deeply, because true to his word he’d been back for more. And more. They’d spent every available minute together, and the baby project had taken second place to enjoying each other’s company.

Dropping the book, she sprang to her feet and hurried through the house to greet him. She pulled the door wide open and gasped when she found a very different man.

“Nice bikini, Sis.”

Her brother’s unchanged leer turned her blood to ice. He was now ten years older, thin and hard-faced. Hair shaved to nothing, blue eyes, once so similar to hers, holding no warmth at all.

“You’re back,” she managed, edging away from him. Andrew took this as an invitation to enter, and once he was in, he had Mel trapped.

He glanced around, his gaze jealously assessing. “Mom’s right—you’re doing well. Too bloody well. I’ve come for my share.”

She fought for composure, heart pounding, head tight, all the old emotions Andy always stirred in her rising in a choking mess. “You’ve seen her?”

“Not home. Not there to welcome the prodigal son.”

Mel nodded. That made sense. “She went to Prague.”

“What the hell’s she doing in Prague? No, don’t bother, I don’t want to know. But I need money. Some to make life bearable right now, and a hell of a lot more to make it comfortable later on.”

“You’re not getting any more from me, Andy.”

He turned on her, mouth twisted, eyes burning with unholy fire. “What’s this more crap? I haven’t had any so far.”

Mel thought of the allowance she’d arranged for Lloyd Brentworth to transfer to Andrew’s prison account every month for the last ten years. Money of her own, honestly earned.

“You’ve had more than you deserve, if that’s how grateful you are,” she snapped. “Where do you think your monthly payments came from?”

He ignored that. “Grateful? What the fuck have I got to be grateful about? You all left me to rot. My family and friends… the fucking Government...”

“You were a cocaine smuggler, caught red-handed! We hired the best defense lawyers possible. Mom and Dad went to Thailand to see what they could arrange for you. You know that—you saw them in the courtroom.”

“Pack of bullshitters.”

He stalked past her and inspected the rest of the ground floor, running envious eyes over the big rooms with their avant-garde furnishings until he stopped at the open doors flanking the big courtyard and pool. “You’ve got it soft, Mel, and you’re not getting away with the lot. Dad worked hard for the money, and I’m his son. It should be mine.”

She came to an abrupt halt behind him and her temper finally erupted. “Rob and I worked hard for the money, Andrew.

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