The Billionaire's Convenient Bride by Liz Fielding

Author:Liz Fielding
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Harlequin
Published: 2019-01-07T19:06:07+00:00

CHAPTER SEVEN

The parure is a bust. I am bust. Where are the matches?

Agnès Prideaux’s Journal

‘IT’S JUST A SCRATCH.’

Agnès, head spinning, took a step back.

Kam had been going to kiss her again and every cell in her body had been screaming for her to lean in to him and take the initiative. Show him how much she wanted that.

Like that had worked so well before.

There had been half a dozen times since he’d been back when they had seemed to be hovering on the threshold of a kiss but one or other of them had taken a step back.

The kiss on the island hadn’t been like that. It had been no more than a reaction to her outburst. For a moment she had allowed herself to respond but had torn herself away before she had betrayed herself utterly.

Kam hadn’t come back for her.

He’d made no secret of the fact that he blamed her for what had happened to him and his mother, that it was his avowed intention that she should lose her home at his hand, as he had done at hers.

The realisation that he couldn’t buy it had forced him to reconsider. He’d softened towards her, apparently sharing her concerns, but there was nothing here for him except the chance to achieve some kind of closure by finishing what she had started.

She couldn’t afford that kind of self-indulgence.

‘You left your bag on the step,’ she said, needing to escape before she flung herself at him like the desperate teenager she had once been. ‘I’ll bring it in. Check on the dogs.’

‘Leave it. No one is going to run off with a bag of dog food. I’ll pick it up later and if you’ve never heard the phrase let sleeping dogs lie...’

Kam cleared away the tainted cheese, lifted down an omelette pan that was hanging from the overhead rack, turned on a burner.

‘Bread?’

‘In the larder.’ He raised an eyebrow. ‘You want me to get it?’

‘I’ve got my hands full. Don’t forget the butter.’

‘Eggs, cheese, butter... Can your heart take it?’

‘I rowed across the creek and I’ve walked seven miles today. I think my heart could do with a break, don’t you?’

There it was again, that look, that connection. It grew with each exchange, with each smile, each touch.

It would be so easy and maybe, if the stars lined up, the baby would be a small version of him, grow into a boy to run wild in the woods like his father. Who she could teach to fish and swim, the way he’d taught her.

No. Just no.

This wasn’t about the past. Every moment of discord, every half-smile, teasing moment, touch laid down a new memory, some bitter, some sweet, but all risking a deeper hurt.

She fetched the bread, took butter from the fridge, filled a jug with water, laid out a knife and fork for him while Kam, very efficiently, created a fluffy cheese omelette that he broke in half and divided between two plates he’d taken from the warming rack.

He placed one in front of her, the melted cheese oozing out.

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