the others because she had almost made him break his one steadfast rule: no survivors.
He drew in a deep breath as he pushed away from the table and stood up. He glanced around the house he’d called home for the past two years. It was as neat as a pin, which suited him perfectly. At times it provided emotional warmth, something that he hadn’t been able to understand. It was only during those times when the house seemed dreary and cold that he’d known it was time to kill. But now it was time to move on. Another city. Another state. Another woman.
He smiled at the thought. He would be patient, blend in and gain the trust of those he met. Then when they least expected it, he would become who he really was.
Shaking his head, he turned off the television and walked across the room to a cardboard box and lifted the lid. Shoes—more than a dozen of them in all shapes, styles and sizes. Each one was a souvenir—not from a sexual conquest but rather from a kill. In his mind, one complemented the other. And both were just as important.
He sighed and glanced out the window. It was time for him to move on.
Chapter 1
Blade and Samari’s wedding reception, New York City…
“What’s this I hear about you and Kenna moving in together?”
Reese Madaris tightened his hold on the wineglass and met the intense gaze of the older woman staring back at him. She was his great-grandmother, Felicia Laverne Madaris—the first, since she’d had the honor of having a granddaughter named after her.
The elderly woman stood as straight as she could for someone in her nineties. She was quick to tell anyone that her cane was strictly for appearances’ sake and not because she ever used it, although most people knew better.
You would think that since it was his cousin Blade’s wedding day—an event his great-grandmother had worried might never happen given Blade’s reputation as one of Houston’s most notorious bachelors—she’d be happy. Reese couldn’t help thinking, Why isn’t she in the middle of the ballroom floor doing a happy dance? Instead, she was harassing him about his best friend, LaKenna James.
He knew his great-grandmother wouldn’t give up until she’d gotten an answer. “Yes, Kenna’s moving in with me for a while,” he said. “She found out that her condo won’t be finished for another month after she’d already packed up her stuff to leave Austin.”
A smile touched his great-grandmother’s lips. “That was nice of you to offer her a place to stay.”
He shrugged. “I’d do anything for Kenna. You know that.”
Felicia Laverne Madaris nodded. “Yes, I know. The two of you have a special friendship. I just hope it will survive the coming months.”
He lifted a brow. “The coming months?”
“Yes. Since Blade is no longer Houston’s most eligible bachelor, you are,” she said.
“Which means?”
“You’re a Madaris. And although you work for a living, most people know you don’t have to. Whether you want to admit it or not, you’re pretty wealthy. And thanks to your uncle Jake, you all are.”
Reese took a sip of wine and acknowledged that what his great-grandmother had said was true. Thanks to his uncle Jake Madaris who was one of the area’s most prosperous ranchers and a savvy businessman and investor, Reese, along with the rest of the Madaris clan, was extremely wealthy. If Reese never worked another day in his life, he would still be able to live comfortably. But the bottom line was he did work for a living and he enjoyed it.
“I still don’t follow you, Mama Laverne. What does my being a bachelor with money have to do with anything?” he asked.
His great-grandmother shook her head. “Blade has been the most eligible single Madaris man for so long that now you and your cousins have to assume the obvious.”
“Which is?”
“Women will turn their sights toward another Madaris—you, Lee, Nolan and Corbin, but especially you.”
He lifted a brow. “Why especially me?”
“Because you’re the oldest Madaris bachelor, even if it is by just a few months. And because you’re a loner, you date whenever it pleases you and not according to anyone else’s timetable. They’ll see you as a challenge—not only in pursuing you, but as the ultimate catch in marriage.”
A scowl quickly appeared on Reese’s face. His great-grandmother was right about him in that he only dated when it pleased him. He was more than comfortable being serially monogamous—dating one woman at a time. He didn’t want any woman in his pocket and didn’t intend to be in any woman’s pocket either. In other words, he liked being in control. Unlike Blade and his older cousin Clayton, who had both enjoyed having plenty of lovers before they’d finally settled down, he was never interested in getting involved with a bunch of women just for the sake of doing so.
He had a habit of being up-front with any woman he dated. He much preferred relationships to one-night stands and casual affairs. However, the length of time the relationship lasted depended on how well he and his partner connected.
He had dated Alyson Richards for close to a year before she began showing signs of jealousy toward Kenna. That was the one thing he did not tolerate from any woman—Kenna would always be in his life. Whoever came between them was wasting their time, he thought.
He glanced across the room to where Kenna was dancing with his uncle Jake. She was his best friend and had been since college, and he refused to put up with any woman who had a problem with that. He refused to be a trophy for any woman who pursued him just for the thrill of it or for the Madaris status—that wasn’t going to happen.
“Just thought I’d warn you,” said his great-grandmother, her voice interrupting his thoughts. “You also need to consider how being the most eligible bachelor in Houston is going to affect Kenna.”
His gaze moved from his uncle Jake and Kenna back to Mama Laverne. “Affect Kenna in what way?”
“Kenna being your best friend is one thing. But now that she’ll be living under your roof for a while, it will cause a stir. She’ll become the envy of every single woman in town.”
Reese couldn’t help but laugh. “Really, Mama Laverne, I doubt women will start coming out of the woodwork. Besides Kenna’s and my relationship is strictly platonic. You and the family know that, and frankly it’s nobody else’s business.”
“That might be the case, but I can see some women trying to drive a wedge between you and Kenna.”
Reese shook his head, thinking their friendship was too rock solid for that to happen. “Thanks for the warning, but don’t worry. Kenna is the closest friend I have and she always will be.”
“Yes, and that’s a good thing as much for Kenna as it is for you,” his great-grandmother added.
He knew he shouldn’t ask, but he couldn’t resist. “And why is that?”
Resting both hands on top of her cane, she responded, “Because Kenna is a nice-looking girl who will be new in town. There will be
