ONE WIFE TOO MANY by Susanne Marie Knight

Author:Susanne Marie Knight [Knight, Susanne Marie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary Romance
ISBN: 9781601741103
Publisher: Uncial Press
Published: 2011-02-18T08:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER NINE

Once again, Will felt as if life had kicked him in the balls. "In shock" was too mild a term to describe what he was feeling.

Turned upside down, inside out, wouldn't even begin to cover it.

He was, to use a term from the academy award-winning movie, Braveheart, fooked.

As he drove on Highway 19 back to the Lawai'a house, he glanced over at his sleeping passenger. Her thick dark lashes gently fluttered against the soft curve of her cheeks. Her pink lips, pouting as she slept, just begged to be kissed. The neckline of her black dress had slipped down on her shoulder, revealing more skin with which to tempt him. More skin to fondle, to caress.

He groaned. Yeah, he must've royally pissed off the gods. He no longer had any doubt that this woman was indeed Andrea. Seven years ago, she'd just started to work her magic on him. To weave her way into his psyche. She'd only been eighteen. Now she was twenty-five.

That she was Andrea explained his immediate attraction to her. Beyond the physical attraction was her very sweetness, her eagerness to please.

But that was before her memory had returned, of course. Now she loathed him. And he could understand why.

He pulled into the Lawai'a driveway and parked. Whatever this woman thought, she was not home. She had to return to Virginia. She had to be reunited with her father.

Seeing Andrea again would restore Randolph Ernst's zest for life, his vigor. But the actual reunion would have to be carefully planned. Without proper preparation, a shock of this magnitude just might kill him.

Once again Will carried Andrea to the house, only this time she wasn't conscious. As he held her close, her head lolled against his chest. For a moment, he leaned his cheek against her hair, savoring her fragrance of roses and jasmine.

If only...

He shook aside his regrets and rang the doorbell.

Mrs. Lawai'a hustled to the door, then opened it. "Gracious me! My little coconut! She is unwell again?"

"No, only sleeping, Mama Lawai'a." He kept his voice low. "Let me get her to bed, then I need to talk with you."

Her face grave, she nodded slowly. "I wait down here."

Ten to one she knew what the topic of conversation would be about.

Andrea's weight was inconsequential. He took the stairs two at a time. Inside her bedroom, he laid her on the bed and removed her high-heeled shoes. That was all he had the right to remove. He lifted a patchwork quilt at the end of the bed and pulled it over her.

She hadn't wakened. She still slept peacefully.

For a long moment, he watched her. A lump formed in his throat. Thank God she was alive.

He quickly left the room and closed the door behind him.

Downstairs, Mrs. Lawai'a sat on the white couch with her hands folded in her lap. "We are alone," she said. "My oldest is courting his newest client, my youngest is spending the night at a friend's, and Mr. Lawai'a is working at Hilo International Airport.

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