Lea touched his face with the soft palm of her hand, her expression full of concern. ‘Oh, Dave, it's not your fault. Stop being guilty. Maybe Mary tricked you into marrying me, but it seems like you’ve had to be strong for everyone else here in the castle. I may not have known you long enough, but it’s in your nature to take control and make sure everyone is okay before you see to your own needs. But your needs are important too. You can’t put them on hold forever.’Dave cradled one side of her face with his hand, his other hand still holding her hand anchored to his thigh. ‘Lea, how’d you get to be so wise and wonderful?’Something passed through her gaze, and she lowered her eyes to focus on the region of his collar. ‘I’m not that wonderful…’ She bit her lip, and a frown pleated her smooth brow.He lifted her chin, so her gaze came back to his. ‘Hey. Why do you think that?’Her expression faltered as if she were in two minds over answering. But then she gave a jagged sigh and spoke
Lea frowned, her heart missing a beat. Why was he looking so cold and distant? ‘What’s wrong?’He drew in a sharp breath, moved a few paces away, released the breath, and then turned back to face her. ‘Do you not think it might have been appropriate to ask me first before accepting an invitation like that?’Lea swallowed a bauble-sized lump in her throat. ‘But I thought you’d be honoured to—’‘You thought wrong,’ he said, brows drawn down heavily in a brooding frown.'Dave...' She tried for a conciliatory tone but missed the mark. ‘Why are you so upset? Being asked to be a godparent is such a lovely thing. It’s mostly symbolic these days, but, still, it’s wonderful to be asked. I would feel awful saying no. And besides, they want both of us.’“I’m not signing up for any more responsibility, especially when we’re not really a couple. Or at least not for the long term.’Not really a couple. Not for the long term.The words hit her like slaps. Cold, hard-stinging slaps of truth. A truth
Lea booked herself into a bed and breakfast in Haymarket on the west end of Edinburgh and fell into bed but not into sleep. She lay on her back, her eyes streaming with tears and her chest aching with emptiness. What a fool she had been to admit she loved Dave! A gauche fool who should have known better than to think he would ever return her feelings. He had locked away his heart, and she had been crazy to think she, of all people, held the key. She didn’t. And never would.She looked at her bare ring finger and sighed. She’d left his grandmother’s engagement ring and her wedding ring on Dave’s bedside table. There was no way she could keep his family heirloom. The ring would just have been a painful reminder of how she had failed to win his heart—of how her dreams had been shattered like a robin’s egg on concrete.She picked up her phone and checked if he’d replied to her text, informing him she had arrived safely. He had, but in characteristic fashion, kept it brief.Okay.There wer
Thomas Alexander, a connoisseur of untruths throughout his existence, especially concerning his stunningly deceitful ex-girlfriend, found himself confronted with a revelation that eclipsed all previous falsehoods in magnitude.In a state of bewildered shock, he addressed the doctor, vehemently refuting the disconcerting information. "It can't be true," he exclaimed, fixing a piercing gaze on the physician. "Leah De Nero is lying!"In response, Dr. Brandon, adopting a somber demeanor, asserted, "I assure you, Mr. Alexander, it's true. She possesses no recollection whatsoever. Not of you, not of me, and not even of her recent accident. Strangely, there's no detectable physical injury."Thomas, gripped by disbelief, insisted, "Because she's lying! She's undoubtedly lying!" His accusatory gaze bore into the doctor, emphasizing his conviction.Exhaling a weary sigh, Dr. Brandon persisted, attempting to shed light on the perplexing situation. "But she was wearing a seat belt when her head i
Thomas Alexander, a connoisseur of untruths throughout his existence, especially concerning his stunningly deceitful ex-girlfriend, found himself confronted with a revelation that eclipsed all previous falsehoods in magnitude.In a state of bewildered shock, he addressed the doctor, vehemently refuting the disconcerting information. "It can't be true," he exclaimed, fixing a piercing gaze on the physician. "Leah De Nero is lying!"In response, Dr. Brandon, adopting a somber demeanor, asserted, "I assure you, Mr. Alexander, it's true. She possesses no recollection whatsoever. Not of you, not of me, and not even of her recent accident. Strangely, there's no detectable physical injury."Thomas, gripped by disbelief, insisted, "Because she's lying! She's undoubtedly lying!" His accusatory gaze bore into the doctor, emphasizing his conviction.Exhaling a weary sigh, Dr. Brandon persisted, attempting to shed light on the perplexing situation. "But she was wearing a seat belt when her head i
She could feel the beat of his heart against her cheek through his black button-down shirt. She was enveloped in his masculine scent, sandalwood and amber, exotic and woodsy. Against her will, she closed her eyes. She breathed in his smell, heard the beat of his heart, and felt his warmth.Everything else faded. The private hospital room, the nurses and doctor visible through the window of the door, the sound of one of Thomas’s men speaking urgently into his cell phone in some language she didn’t recognise, the antiseptic smell, the beeps of the machines—it all faded.There was only this.Only him.Held securely in his strong arms for the first time since her accident, she felt safe and loved. She felt as if she had a place in the world. With him.He kissed her hair softly. She felt the warmth of his breath and the hot caress of his lips, and a tremble went over her. Fear? Longing?Did he love her?She reached upward, cupping his rough jawline with her hands. Though his clothes were s
“Please, Thomas.” Leah’s sapphire eyes gleamed. “I want to see my home.”His brow furrowed as he looked down at her pleading face. Fuck, he thought, how could he trick her now? There was no way he would allow her to see her family.Leah really had changed, he thought. His woman had never begged him for anything. She’d never even said, Please.Except…Except for the first night he’d taken her to his bed, when all her defences had been briefly stripped away and he’d discovered the most desired woman in the world was, against all expectations, a virgin. As he’d pushed himself inside her, she’d looked up at him in a breathless hush with those violet-blue eyes, and he’d thought—he’d almost thought—He cut off the memory savagely.He wouldn’t think about how it had once been with her. Thomas wouldn’t think about how she had nearly made him lose everything, including his mind.Leah De Nero was a fatal habit that he’d finally broken—and he intended to keep it that way.“Very well,” he ground
Drawing in a deep breath, she shifted her focus away, fixing her gaze upon the evolving landscape beyond the rain-streaked windows. The scenery had undergone a transformation since they departed from the outskirts of Chicago, transitioning into a lush and verdant panorama. Trees adorned in shades of orange and yellow contributed to the rich autumnal tapestry amidst the enduring green."Leah." Thomas's voice interrupted her contemplation. She turned back to face him, captivated by his darkly handsome and authoritative presence. At that moment, his sensual mouth was etched into a firm line, indicative of his unwavering determination to assert dominance.Yet, an innate resistance stirred within her, compelling her to push back against his influence. "Thank you for asking me to marry you," she said awkwardly. "It's a warm and loving gesture, but my baby won't be born for months—""Our baby," he interjected."I can't be your wife when I can't even remember you," she reasoned."We'll see,"