tired, not compassionate. Now she was angry.
“Do I get any say in this? I mean, has anyone heard of dialing a mobile phone? I think you have my number.”
“I didn’t want to upset you when you had such a long drive to get through. You have enough on your mind.”
“An understatement,” she mumbled, threading her key into its lock.
He followed her inside, his tall masculine build looking out of place in her single bedroom unit. “For the time being, it’s best.”
Says Alexander Ramirez.
She tossed her keys on the hallstand and, her back to Alex, pressed her clasped hands to her waist.
She was ticked off that Alex had spoken with Phil without her consent, but it had gone beyond that. Her boss thought having her lay low for a while was a good idea. Phil wasn’t a pushover. He wouldn’t have agreed if he hadn’t been certain. Perhaps he thought the initial boost the publicity had given Phil’s might ultimately turn sour.
These days people wanted heroes more than ever. Given the perceived moral dilemma here—a man marrying one woman while getting another pregnant—potential customers might take a stand and look elsewhere for their property needs.
She owed her boss a great deal. And she hadn’t had a vacation in…was it two years? This minute she was exhausted, mentally, physically, totally spent.
Leaning against the wall, she heeled off her shoes.
Hell, why fight it? Maybe a few days off wasn’t such a bad idea.
Not wanting to give in too easily, she headed for the kitchen. “How long have you men decided I should take off?”
“Phil said to take as long as you need.”
Feeling suddenly chilled, she crossed and rubbed her arms. “He wants me back, right?”
“With a huge sale like you made yesterday?” She heard him grunt. “I don’t think that’s in dispute.”
“That sale had nothing to do with my ability.”
“Don’t underestimate yourself.” He followed her to the corner of the kitchen where she reached for the kettle. “I was seriously in the market and you negotiated like a true pro. You’d be an asset on anyone’s team. Including mine.”
She looked over her shoulder. A lazy smile was tugging on his mouth. This man couldn’t help being sexy if he tried.
She cocked an eyebrow. “I’m not in the market for another job.”
“Oh, in my case, our affiliation would be purely personal.”
When his arms ravelled around her, urging her to fully face him, half her fatigue melted away, to be replaced by far more inviting, provocative feeling. Still, she tried to look sternly at him. He got away with too much too easily.
She set her palms against his chest. “You’re doing a charm job on me again.”
“Is it working?” He nipped the sensitive shell of her ear and his warm breath stirred her flesh to goose bumps.
She sighed and her head rocked back. She was all out of fight.
“So where is this vacation taking place?”
“It’s a surprise?”
“All right. So what do I need?”
“A few changes of clothing. Some after-five gear.”
She quizzed eyes. “I thought we were going underground.” Hiding from the press.
His grin was crooked. “There’s all kinds of ways to dodge a bullet.”
Chapter Seven
Natalie packed a few things and they made it back to Alex’s new address without incident.
Clearly, though, the past few days had caught up with her. When Alex steered his Audi into the Quinton mansion—now the Ramirez Mansion—Natalie could barely keep her eyes open. He parked beneath the portico, as he’d done the day before, but when he opened the passenger-side door, in the moonlight, through sleepy eyes, she saw his brow descend.
“It’s a good thing I stepped in when I did,” he muttered, angling to scoop her off the seat and into the cradle of his capable arms. “If anyone needs a break, it’s you.”
She was leaden, almost too tired to protest, but she also had her pride. “You don’t need to carry me.”
Nevertheless, he did just that, bumping the car door shut with his hip then striding up the wide sandstone stairs that led to the grand front entrance. Without setting her down, he slotted the key, already in his hand, into the lock and carried her inside. But then he stopped and simply stood beneath that colossal French chandelier, as if waiting for some sign or sound while he silently dominated the deepening shadows.
Held so firmly against his chest, a strangely luminous sensation cascaded through her and Natalie took a moment to gather words to describe it.
Dreamlike, she thought. But, more so, fated. It was as if her whole life she’d waited for this man to carry her into this house when she would feel this way.
Close to peaceful.
Very nearly loved.
Did Alex feel the same?
Raising the arm that supported her legs, he flicked a switch. The chandelier lights flashed on, beaming crystal prisms around the vaulted vestibule. Alexander’s dark eyes glittered as he studied her and the line between his brows deepened more.
“You really are shot, aren’t you?”
Stifling a surprise yawn, she tried to shake herself awake. Now with the lights on, rather than peaceful she felt more like a sack of cement. Alex must think she felt as heavy as one, too.
She wriggled. “I’m fine, really. You can put me down now.”
But he was busy regarding their current location in connection to the rest of the house. His gaze travelled up the stairs that led to the bedrooms, and she remembered yesterday when he’d coaxed her into that bedroom and how he’d made love to her in a way which had been both wonderfully familiar and yet different to any other.
She remembered how his mouth had trailed over her quivering belly, how his bristled chin had grazed the tips of her breasts. Finally she remembered how his muscular body had both pinned her down and simultaneously propelled her up into the clouds.
She stole a look at the set of his firm jaw and intense gleam in his eyes as he evaluated the stairs and, despite her exhaustion, Natalie’s insides kicked in anticipation.
But then a rumble of decision sounded in his chest and he strode with her down a left-hand hall.
A moment later, they entered the exceptionally
