Six Of The Best Of Desire 2016. Maisey YatesЧитать онлайн книгу.
going to be a wimp in front of my team.”
“They wear helmets.”
“I have a thick head. Just ask anyone I work with. Or those I don’t work with.” He tried his best to crack that smile wide-open, but Erika’s face was as solemn as ever. She was shutting him out and he didn’t understand why.
“I’m not laughing.”
“You want to be serious? Then let’s be serious. Erika, I want you to move in with me. Hell, to be honest, I want you to marry me, but I will settle for you moving in here. Go to school here. Let’s be together. Life is complicated enough. Let’s enjoy more popcorn dates and sex in the screen room and every other room in this place. And in my cars. I have many, you know.” The declaration was earnest. He wanted her. For now. Forever. And not just because they were having children together.
Erika slammed her hand on the desk, a quiet rage burning in her fine, regal features. “I am still not laughing, Gervais. We cannot build a relationship on sex. I need something meaningful. I have fought so hard to build a life for myself, to be seen as someone more than ornamental. A royal jewel in the crown meant to bear an heir to the line, defunct or not.”
“Erika. It’s not like that. I don’t think of you as a crown jewel.” Gervais searched her face, trying to understand her.
“All you have done since I told you I was pregnant is press for marriage. I have worked hard to gain my independence, my happiness, and I will fight for my children, as well. They deserve something more.”
“Erika, I—” Gervais, the man who always had a plan, stammered, fighting for words.
Tears glistened in her eyes, but she stood tall, her shoulders braced as she backed away. “I will wake one of your brothers. It is morning anyway.” Erika turned, was already to the threshold and then gone before he could even think of words to delay her.
He had botched this chance to win her over. And what a helluva time to realize just how much he loved her, this proud, strong woman. He loved her intelligence, her passion, even her stubbornness. He adored every hair on her head.
He loved her so deeply he knew any fear of repeating his father’s mistakes would not happen. Gervais loved Erika. Real love. The kind that he knew damn well was rare in this world.
And in rushing her, he may have ruined his chance to have her.
* * *
As Erika let her feet dangle over the edge of the dock, she focused her attention out on the lake’s waters. The late-afternoon sun cast golden shimmers on the surface of the water.
She felt as if the whole day had been a training exercise. Nothing had felt real to her. Since she stormed out of Gervais’s room last night, Erika had felt disoriented.
The problem was simple. Despite logic and reason, she was madly in love with Gervais. These past few days had proved how easy it would be to fall into a routine together.
But they had also shown her how difficult it would be for them to become more than...well, whatever this was.
A breeze stirred her loose blond hair, pushing strands in front of her eyes. Though it was humid, and the bugs played a loud symphony, she was comforted by the noises, smells and sights of this foreign land. It was starting to feel a bit like home. Another confusing feeling to muddle through.
The wind gusted stronger, stirring the marsh grass into a beautiful shudder. Boats zipped a ways off from the dock, and she watched the wakes crest and crash into each other.
It was practically silent, except for the boats and bugs. Everyone had gone. She’d packed her family into their limos, watched from the dock until the landscape of New Orleans swallowed them up.
The Reynauds were gone on a day trip. Theo’s idea, actually. He’d even taken Gramps with them. All the Reynaud men, save for Jean-Pierre, on one trip in one spot. Probably something that didn’t happen too often.
Inching backward on the dock, she pulled her knees to her chest. Erika was at a complete loss of what to do.
If only it could be as simple as the word love. She loved her children. She loved their father. But she still didn’t know if he loved her back. On the one hand they hadn’t known each other long, yet she was certain of her feelings. She needed him to be just as sure.
Her head spun with it all.
And her heart twisted.
She knew what she wanted, but it didn’t make sense. She wanted to say to hell with logic and stay here with Gervais. To move in. To love him. To build their family together and pray it would all work out.
Footsteps echoed along the dock, startling her an instant before she heard Gervais’s deep voice.
“You did not leave with your family.”
Whipping her head up, she took him in. Fully. And a lump formed in the back of her throat.
“Did you think that I would do that without saying goodbye to you?” She would never have done something so cruel. Not after what she felt for him and all they’d been through together.
His chin tipped, the moonlight beaming around him. “Is this your farewell, then?”
“I am not going home with them.”
He pressed further, drawing near to her. “And to school in the UK?”
Decision upon decision. Layer upon layer. “Do you think I should?”
“I want you to stay here but I cannot make this decision for you. I don’t want to rush you.”
His answer surprised her. “I expected you to try to persuade me.”
“I’ve made my wishes clear. I want you to stay. I want us to build a life. But I can see you’re afraid. I’ll wait as long as you need.” He knelt to her level, touched her face with his steady hand.
She bristled. “I am not afraid. I am wary. There is a difference.”
“Is there?”
She churned over his words. “If you want to mince words in translation, then all right. I am afraid of making the wrong choice and having our children suffer because of it.”
“And you think we are the wrong choice?”
“I think that I love you.” There. It was out there. This was how she’d make her decision. Let him know exactly where she stood.
“I know that I love you.”
She swallowed hard and blinked back tears, barely daring to believe what she was hearing. “You do?”
“I absolutely do. No question in my mind.” His voice wrapped around her heart like a blanket, soothing and private and intimate all at once. He was...everything.
“I believe you and I want so very much to believe that will be enough.”
“Then be willing to challenge that warrior spirit of yours and fight for what we feel for each other.”
Fight? Erika had been used to fighting for the things that mattered to her. Maybe this battleground wasn’t so foreign, after all. “Fight.”
“Yes, stay here. Get to know me. Let me get to know you. And every day for the rest of our lives we’ll get to know more and more about each other. That’s how it works.”
“I will move in with you?” The idea was tantalizing this time and she wondered why she had dismissed it so readily before. Out of pride? The thought of losing herself in her family again reminded her how hard she had fought for her freedom to live her life. And truth be told, she wanted to live here, in this fascinating town with this even more fascinating man. She wanted to give her children a family life like the Reynauds.
She wanted Gervais.
Looking over his shoulder, her eyes took in the mansion.
“Yes.