A Taste Of Paradise. Leslie KellyЧитать онлайн книгу.
He wasn’t used to it from her, but he had to admit he kind of enjoyed it. Sharp, sassy Heather was someone he hadn’t met before, and he found her incredibly attractive.
“We should talk.”
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eyes, which sparkled and snapped with emotion. Anger, he’d venture to guess. “Funny, I can’t imagine a single thing I want to say to you.”
“Then I’ll talk and you can listen.”
Whatever else happened—if he succeeded in getting his father to reconsider this insane marriage to her mother or not—he needed to apologize to Heather. He had to explain why he’d said those things about her and why he’d dropped completely out of her life. He only hoped she’d believe he’d done it to protect her. After that, they could go their separate ways.
The Nate of a year ago might have considered making another play for her, seeing if those sparks were still there and if the two of them had a connection that could last. The newer, more jaded Nate knew better. Considering he believed her mother was out to marry his dad so she could suck his bank account dry, he had to wonder if Heather was a chip off that block. Even if she weren’t, once he broke up this insane engagement, she’d never want to speak to him again. So, yeah. Best to apologize and then forget all about her.
Inside the crowded room, where the bride and groom were getting lots of kissy-huggy greetings from a bunch of people he didn’t recognize, he and Heather headed, by silent consent, toward the bar. Nate noticed the attention Heather got—God, who wouldn’t stare at her? Two thirtyish men who’d been standing at the bar talking real estate both lowered their drinks, exchanged Whoa, look at that one! glances and offered her very warm smiles.
Nate had no claim on her, none whatsoever, but he still had a serious urge to smash a jaw or two.
The one in the blue suit snuck a quick glance at Heather’s ass. Definitely two jaws.
He shouldered his way between Heather and the nearest jerk, keeping his back to them, blocking her from their view.
The bartender, however, he could do nothing about, and the young guy was already flirting with her as he asked, “Would you like the signature drink for tonight’s event? Sex on the beach?”
Nate felt a little sick, thinking of next week’s beach wedding. “We’ll each have a dry martini, two olives for the lady. Three for me,” he said, remembering her drink of choice.
She frowned, but didn’t correct him, apparently needing the alcoholic fortification more than she needed to put him in his place. Nodding her assent to the bartender, she didn’t even look at Nate as she muttered, sotto voice, “Let’s just retreat to opposite corners and pretend we don’t know each other.”
“That’ll work well on a yacht,” he said.
“Maybe I’ll just push you overboard.”
“I’m a good swimmer.”
“Into a school of sharks.”
Her curmudgeonly attitude coaxed a laugh from him. It sounded rusty. Unused. “You’d have to add a lot of chum to the water to get a whole school of great whites on my tail.”
The bartender slid her drink over, his fingers deliberately brushing hers on the glass as she took it.
Nate gritted his teeth.
“Thanks for the tip,” she said as she lifted her martini and sipped it. “I’ll start gathering dead fish guts now.”
He sighed heavily. “Speaking of guts—you hate mine, huh?”
“Well, you certainly didn’t make me feel like you were any happier to see me just now.”
“I was,” he admitted, his tone low, the admission startling even himself. “Heather, I have to explain some things.”
“Don’t bother. I got the message. I happen to be fluent in silence—it’s one of my favorite languages. And yours was pretty deafening.” She smirked, then sauntered over to a table in the back corner, obviously thinking she’d had the last word.
Nate followed, unable to prevent his attention from traveling over her long, wavy red hair. His hands tightened as he remembered the feel of that silky mass twined around his fingers. Her green sheath dress did amazing things to the body he’d worshipped for three days straight, and the gentle sway of her curvy hips as she walked soon had him panting.
Whatever had happened during the past ten months, one thing was sure: he still wanted her.
Heather didn’t chat with anyone, obviously wanting to sit in a corner, alone, to lick her wounds. But he couldn’t let it go. If he didn’t succeed in getting his father to change his mind, they were going to be stuck together on a yacht for several days. He had to clear the air before that happened.
He sat beside her at the empty table, getting right to the point. “I was trying to protect you.”
She blinked and finally peered at him. “Excuse me?”
“What I said to the reporters—about you being a nobody.”
She tossed her head. “Oh, that. No big deal.”
Her tone was as breezy as a woman who’d just told her husband she didn’t mind that he’d forgotten their anniversary. I.e., blasé, but not quite hiding a promise of retribution.
“It was a big deal and I apologize. I hated myself the minute the words came out of my mouth, but you have to understand...”
“You had a pregnant girlfriend to mollify?”
He squeezed his glass. If the glass had been of lesser quality, it might have shattered in his hand. “God, no.”
“I guess I was the only one on the planet who was unaware you were involved with a pop star when we met.”
“That she had been my girlfriend is true. But we broke up before I met you.” He put a hand on her shoulder, urging her to believe him. “I swear, I’m not a cheater.”
She stared into his eyes, searching for answers. He hoped she recognized the truth. Whatever else he might have done in the past year—and he wasn’t proud of some of his actions—he’d never betrayed anyone in that way.
“Okay,” she finally said with a nod. “So you didn’t cheat.”
He didn’t breathe easily just yet. “Nor did I dump a woman who was pregnant with my child.”
“Yeah, I heard DNA tests proved the baby wasn’t yours.”
“The media reported that eventually,” he muttered. “But not until I’d been raked over every coal Kingsford ever made.”
Her tense posture finally relaxed a little. “I’m sorry.”
“Not your fault.”
“Not apologizing. Empathizing. I’m truly sorry you went through all that.” She licked her lips, then, her voice a little softer, asked, “Were you disappointed? I mean, when you found out that the baby wasn’t yours?”
Nate barked a harsh laugh. “There was no chance in hell he could have been mine. I was sure of that from day one.”
Her pretty brow furrowed. “But, I mean...”
“She got pregnant two months after we stopped sleeping together. I guess she figured because I was a football player I couldn’t count all the way up to nine.”
Heather’s green eyes rounded. “You mean, it was all a lie? She knew all along it couldn’t be yours?”
“Yeah. Pretty sick, right?”
“How did she ever believe she would get away with it?”
“Felicity always gets what she wants, and never imagined she couldn’t get me back. She assumed