Note: I'd like to send a special thanks to my editor, LadyCibelle.
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"Damnation! You refused him."
Anabel continued pacing, ignoring her sister's indignation. "You should have heard him, Bre. He thinks that I would suit him very well and be an asset to him. An Asset! I refuse to marry any man who only thinks of marriage in terms of business."
"He did not say that."
"What? That our marriage was a business venture? No, but he might as well have."
Brenna sighed as she sat on the bed watching Anabel stalk back and forth. "It really doesn't matter what he said. You can't refuse him. Dad and his old man are merging companies. They made β"
"I don't care! If it is so important then Dad can marry him!"
"Yesterday you were happy being his girlfriend."
Yesterday, she had thought that she had meant more to him than the trophy of a business merger. Anabel relented with a scowl. She sat besides her sister thinking of the disquieting moment when he had so mechanically proposed, no announced their marriage. "Bre, how did you expect me to respond? How would you have responded?"
"I would not have been flattered...Maybe he was nervous."
"I don't think he was nervous about anything."
"What do you plan to do Ann? Dad will not be happy about this. I think he wanted to announce your engagement at the Annual Family Valentine's Ball."
"I think I'll travel. I have always wanted to see Europe. Yes, that's just what I need, a little time to myself."
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Two Years Later.
David Hawkins leaned against the wall at the British Airways gate and thought about how much he'd like to wring the neck of a certain Brenna Christina Willman, wife of his best friend Andrew, and a woman who was supposed to be his friend.
"Please do this little favor for me, David," she'd said. "I just need you to take care of my sister Ann for two weeks, until the Valentine's Ball. She is coming back from Europe and she doesn't know anyone in Texas. Andrew and I will be back in time to host the ball and will take her off your hands. "
So, here he was almost falling asleep in the deserted terminal. Just then, a pair of noisy businessmen entered, followed by other arriving passengers. One passenger in particular caught his eyes. She wore a gauzy white dress with printed sunflowers.
The first thing he noticed about her was her eyes. She had long dark curling lashes, shading eyes the color of the sky. Good God, she was lovely. Whatever makeup she had started the day with, had long ago worn off. Yet, even without lipstick she had the sexiest mouth he had ever seen. Her mouth was wide, with a distinct bow at the center of her upper lip, and a plump bottom lip. She had a button nose that gave her cheeks a baby doll look. Her bones were fine and she had a firm jaw.
While David was busy assessing her, Anabel made an inspection of her own. His navy blue T-shirt displayed a wide chest, and faded jeans molded to his lean hips and muscular legs. He had a narrow nose, strong cheekbones, and a well formed mouth. And his eyes. The color of butterscotch with gold flakes around the edges. There was a flicker of something unmistakably carnal in those half-lidded eyes.
She repressed a little shiver as she approached him. "Mr. Hawkins?" He nodded in response to her. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Hawkins." Beaming she dropped her parcel, grabbed David's hands and began to pump it. "I'm Anabel Catherine Ravanall."
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"I'm not staying here. This isn't a Hotel." Anabel had dozed off and upon awakening noticed that they were in a residential area. She had tried to stay awake because she wanted to see Texas, but the jetlag had made her sleepy.
She annoyed the hell out of him from the moment she opened her lovely mouth, and he wondered, after one short day, how he was going to survive the next two weeks. But then he noticed her chew on her delectable bottom lip. "In bed", came his answer. The idea popped out of nowhere and refused to go away. Well, if he wanted to avoid killing her then the best thing he could do was get her naked fast. Yes, the sooner the better.