Heiress Under Fire by Jennifer Morey

Author:Jennifer Morey [Morey, Jennifer]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

“I have not.”

“I can tell when they’re too low to be trained on Shay’s yacht.”

He didn’t respond and Haley pivoted. “Go ahead, enjoy yourself. The rest of us will stay here and work.”

“I’ll go, but only to keep up appearances.”

“Yeah, right.”

Farren changed into her lime-green swimsuit and lamented that she hadn’t packed any full-piece suits. Her breasts were too big. They were full and round and her cleavage was way too pronounced. For Elam.

Tying a pink sarong splashed with lime-green martini glasses around her waist, she left her hair down and put a light coat of gloss on her lips. Not for Elam. It wasn’t. But a tiny voice persisted in her head. It was for him.

Taking a deep breath, she grabbed her sunglasses and left the cabin.

In the salon, Elam and Travis waited. They both wore swim trunks and leather sandals and nothing else. Farren couldn’t keep her eyes from drinking in the sight of Elam’s chest, lightly covered in hair that gathered in a dark line that trailed down to the waistband of his trunks. His legs were long and muscular, but not so much that it ruined his streamlined physique.

Seeing Travis and Haley notice her gaze, she directed her attention away from Elam. “Let’s go.”

She marched out the door onto the aft deck and then onto the dock, slipping her sunglasses over her eyes just as Elam came in step beside her. Travis walked behind them.

“Helllllo, down there!”¥

Farren inwardly cringed at the polished woman waving her hand on the aft deck of her glorious yacht. Exotic instrumental music played, soft drums and piano and flute lilting.

She climbed aboard first. A servant appeared with a tray of champagne glasses. She took one.

Four women had chartered the yacht. Two thirtysomething women and their gray-haired mothers. All four were single. One mother was divorced and the other widowed. The brunette, Beverly, or Bev, as everyone called her, was divorced and the redhead, Sara, had never married.

Bev zeroed in on Travis, her eyes gobbling up the sight of him as she went to him. She hugged him longer than was appropriate. Farren watched him give her a flirtatious grin and heard him thank her for inviting him.

“Why do all men do that?” Farren asked.

“Do what?”

“Respond to any woman who shows sexual interest?”

He looked at Travis and Bev. “Because he wants to have sex?”

Farren grunted. “Except you. You seem immune to women who show sexual interest.”

He turned his head toward her. “Are you referring to the other night?”

She shrugged. Maybe it wasn’t wise to rehash this. She was still embarrassed.

“Don’t mistake courtesy for immunity.”

“Courtesy?” How appalling! “You were being courteous by refusing me?”

“Tell me you wouldn’t have regretted it.”

She opened her mouth to do just that but stopped. It was true. She would have regretted it. She didn’t trust him to be there for her in the long run. And more than that, she was tired of putting her heart on a platter for men. It was the desperate act she’d have regretted.

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