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More than ever, Colin knew Rose wanted to crawl into a hole, but she mustered up her nerve and looked at her sister. “I swear, Lily, mom should have taken away your Lady Georgina novels, locked you in your room, and thrown away the key.”

  “I’m not the one swearing undying love after a weekend of frivolity.”

  Rose shook her head, missing the look of surprise on Colin’s face and the sudden awareness on Gregory’s at the mention of Lady Georgina. No one knew Lady Georgina wasn’t really a lady, but a man and Colin’s best friend Gregory.

  When Rose turned to him, Colin forgot all about the mention of erotica. He nearly lost his nerve when he saw the way she bit awkwardly at her bottom lip and the uncertainty in her eyes. It made him want to hold her, to tell her it would all work out. But he held back and gave her time to say what she needed to say. He only hoped he was man enough to take it.

  “Colin, I need to be honest with you.”

  His entire body stiffened with those words. If she didn’t get on with it, he’d be on his knees begging, and that was the last thing either of them wanted.

  “I had every intention of leaving here this morning and never seeing you again. I wanted to keep this casual and light. This is the first time I’ve ever done anything…adventurous. I’m the one people call if they need a ride after partying all night.” She paused then added, “I thought what I had with Rick was my big, once in a lifetime, love. When he dumped me, I didn’t think I could ever go through that again. I didn’t want to fall in love. I didn’t want a relationship for that matter. But then you came along and all my plans flew right out the window.”

  “I’m not Rick-the-dick, love. He was a damned fool.” Colin heard snickering in the background, but he wasn’t deterred. “I would never, could never, treat you in such a way,” Colin vowed. He took Rose’s hand and brought it to his mouth. He kissed her palm, relishing her and wishing he could erase Rick from her memory for all time.

  He felt a shudder run through Rose as his lips smoothed over her delicate knuckles. “No, I know you wouldn’t treat me the way he did,” she whispered, her desire building by slow degrees. “What I’m trying to say is that what I felt for Rick, well, it wasn’t love.” She gazed up at him with an intimate tenderness meant for him alone. “It was a cold substitute. I know the difference now because what I feel for you, this hot, all-consuming intensity, is so much more than anything I’d known. You’re my biggest adventure ever, Colin, and I’m not giving you up. Not for anything.”

  Colin couldn’t believe what he was hearing, but he desperately needed to be certain she was truly over Rick. Rick had really hurt her, and he didn’t want her on the rebound. “Then let me in, Rose. Stop blocking me. Give me that, right now, at this moment.”

  Rose burst out laughing. “You’ll do anything to get through my wall, won’t you?” He only stood arrogantly staring at her, neither confirming nor denying. “I will let you in, but let this be a lesson to you, Colin McQuaid,” she censured. “From now on don’t force your way in, or the wall goes back up.”

  Now he understood. He had, in his usual cocky way, tried to wriggle his way into her head. To read her mind and see if she loved him, before he put his own heart on the line. She must’ve had some idea he would try to sneak in, so the teacher had erected the wall as a lesson in privacy. No one had so effectively kept her thoughts hidden the way she had. In his opinion, it was a sign they were meant to be together. Colin grinned full out now, thinking of how damned interesting his life with her would be.

  He grabbed her by the shoulders and kissed her hard. She reciprocated and opened up to him in every way. Soon they’d forgotten they had an audience.

  “I have no idea what you two are talking about with all this wall business, but does this mean I’m no longer needed?”

  Colin let his lips drift away from Rose’s and looked at Lily and Gregory. “Go away you two. I’ve got a woman to sculpt.”

  Within seconds they were alone and naked. When he swung her into his arms and carried her to the studio, Rose said, “You weren’t serious about the sculpture, were you?”

  He shook his head. “Later for that. For now, I want you on that purple stool again.”

  She grinned and kissed his chest. “I love the way you think.” As a thought occurred, her brows scrunched up. “What do you plan to do with the sculpture once it’s finished?”

  “Keep it.”

  That surprised her. “But why?”

  “There’s no way I could ever let someone else have what’s mine.”

  Her insides quivered. “I don’t know what to say.”

  “Don’t say anything, love, just feel.”

  And she did.

  Epilogue

  Eighteen months later…

  “I realize you think I’m terrific, but you are somewhat biased, Colin. Your agent isn’t going to be swayed by love everlasting. She’ll see all my flaws and idiosyncrasies right off the bat.”

  Colin rubbed his forehead and sighed. “Love, you’ve talked to her for thousands of hours on the phone. Christ, you email each other every single day. What’s there to be nervous about?”

  He just didn’t get it. Of course, he was a man. What did she expect? Rose unsnapped the seatbelt and inhaled hoping to calm her jitters, but it would take way more than a deep breath to quell her fears and reservations. Today was the big day she would finally come face-to-face with Colin’s larger than life agent.

  What’s there to be nervous about?” she shouted, nearly hysterical with the mere thought of getting out of the car. “I am about to meet the woman who single-handedly made you a sensation in the art world. She’s smart, savvy, elegant, and I’m not.” Colin tried to interject, but she was well beyond soothing. “And, to top it off I look like a beached-whale!”

  Colin grinned. The dolt. She smacked him in the chest, and his grin grew. He grabbed her hand when she tried to hit him again and even managed to twine their fingers together. She had to admit, the gesture went a long way to calming her nerves.

  “Baby, you are prettier and smarter than any woman on earth. If anyone should be nervous, it should be me because all the men in there are going to be eyeing you.” He bent toward her and kissed her cheek. He moved a little lower, sweeping his lips over hers. Her head swam. When he leaned back, his eyes were intense and hot with passion. Colin’s voice was hoarse and edgy when he placed his palm over her belly and stared at its roundness. “And you do not look like a beached-whale. You’re barely showing, love.”

  She gave him her patented skeptical arched-brow, but he ignored her, as usual.

  “You look like the beautiful mother of my child. It’s enough to make me want to tear out of this parking lot and find the nearest hotel room.”

  She smiled as she reached up and laid her fingers against Colin’s unshaven cheek. Suddenly she felt euphoric with marital bliss. “I only want to make you proud. This is a big part of your life, Colin.”

  “True, but have a little faith.” He winked, and said, “I swear everyone in that room will love you, including Marie.”

  Rose’s lips quirked up sideways. She was still unconvinced, but she did feel slightly less insecure. “Thank you, Colin.”

  His smile was outrageous as he opened the car door on their new, and much more sensible, four-door sedan. The instant she’d announced she was pregnant Colin had started baby proofing everything. Which included buying a safer car. Now they only took the Jag on slow Sunday drives. Since she was at the end of her first trimester, it sat collecting dust in their garage most of the time. It just wasn’t worth trying to get in and out of it at this stage.

  “Come on, we’d better get a move on. The sooner we get in there, the sooner I can get you back to the hotel.”

  “Don’t even start, Colin.”

  He laughed, slammed the car door, and jogged over to her side. He helped her out, ever mindful of her pregnancy. Rose batted his hands away and admonished, “Stop that, they’ll think I’m some silly fragile thing who has t
o be coddled.”

  “You are fragile, and I love coddling you,” he whispered then placed a quick peck on the top of her head. She wanted to scoff, but she was too busy swooning at his attentiveness. Then, as she preceded him up to the large building where Colin’s agent had booked his latest showing, she could have sworn she felt him watching her. His next words confirmed it.

  “I swear your hair’s grown another foot since you found out about the baby.”

  “Prenatal vitamins. They work wonders.”

  As she approached the double doors, she felt his lips against her ear and his breath coming in pants. “That’s not the only thing that’s grown, baby.”

  Immediately she felt her breasts tingle, as if his voice had so much power over her body. Just as she was about to tell him to behave, the door was flung open, and a woman stood on the other side, grinning from ear to ear.

  “Colin, for heaven’s sake let the girl breathe.”

  Rose immediately recognized Marie Gleason from all the photos she’d received in emails. She was in her sixties but could easily pass for much younger. With her petite, toned figure and straight, proud shoulders and vibrant blue eyes, Rose felt herself forgetting she’d had numerous conversations with the woman. She was the only other woman in Colin’s life, and Rose desperately wanted to impress her.

  It didn’t take Marie a second to pull Rose into a tight hug. When she finally let her up for air, she exclaimed, “Rose, I’ve been absolutely dying to meet you in person. Even though I feel I already know you since we’ve talked so much on the phone.” She directed her watery eyes to Colin and then back at her, saying, “Ever since Colin told me he’d found the one, I knew you’d be special.” She looked her up and down, and her eyes grew mistier. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t come for the wedding.”

  Rose found her voice when Marie’s last words sank in. “Oh, nonsense. I’m just glad your ankle is better.”

  It had given them both a terrible scare when Marie had fallen off her bicycle and broken her ankle. As a result, she’d been wheelchair bound for weeks afterwards, then on crutches for several more weeks. Marie had been crushed when she couldn’t attend their very impromptu wedding.

  Rose had wanted the whole white dress and huge guest list type wedding when she’d imagined herself marrying Rick. This time around she only wanted Colin. They’d kept it a simple affair with just their closest friends and family. Rose’s mom and sister, Gregory, and a handful of Colin’s art pals had attended. Colin had won over her mother in a heartbeat.

  As they walked into the huge room which displayed Colin’s sculptures, one face leaped out at her. Rick. What on earth was he doing at an art showing?

  As if sensing her, his head swung around, and their gazes locked. Rose felt Colin stiffen and pull her in close. She looked up at him and smiled. “He’s old news, Colin. We don’t have to worry about him.”

  A muscle in Colin’s jaw twitched. “I should kill him for the way he treated you.”

  “No. He’s not worth the trouble.”

  “He’s right,” another voice interjected. When she swung her head around, Rick was standing in front of her, eyes full of remorse.

  “What did you say?”

  “Your husband is right. I was a jerk, Rose, and I’m sorry.”

  She couldn’t believe her ears. Rick had never apologized. Only accused. “Why so humble all of a sudden, Rick?”

  “I’m curious about that myself,” Colin ground out.

  “I had a run in with an eighteen wheeler. Made me see things a little differently.”

  Rose could see the change in him. He was thinner and walked with a slight limp, and his arrogance was gone. Still, there was one thing left unexplained. “I never would have taken you for an art lover.”

  Rick shrugged. “I’m trying new things. I’m here with a friend.” He turned and motioned a handsome African American man forward. When their fingers intertwined, Rose’s jaw nearly dropped. “I’d like you to meet, Paul.”

  By rote, Rose held out her hand, surprised when Paul smiled and took it. “I’ve heard wonderful things about you, Rose.”

  “Uh, it’s nice to meet you too.”

  Rick smiled up at Paul then winked at Rose. “Paul was my nurse in the hospital after the accident. We’ve been together since.”

  “I see,” she said, even though she really didn’t. After all, what was a woman supposed to say when she finds out her ex has turned to the other side?

  As they walked away, she heard Colin snicker. She glared up at him. “Don’t even say it.”

  “Sorry, love, it’s just sort of funny.”

  “What is?”

  “The effect you have on men.”

  It took all her willpower not to laugh. “I’m actually happy for him. And a lot of things make more sense now.”

  Colin stroked a hand over her lower back, immediately easing the aches and pains. “What things?”

  “He was never happy with me. As I think back, I’m convinced he was denying his true feelings.”

  They both watched as Paul leaned down and whispered something into Rick’s ear. Rick smiled. “Well, he’s not anymore.”

  “No, he’s not. Seems everyone got what they wanted out of the deal.”

  “Yeah, it does,” Colin murmured.

  When their gazes locked, Rose’s heart soared. She owed Margaret big time for insisting she go to that party. Tomorrow she’d send her a box of chocolates. Tonight, she had other plans.

  Rose opened her mind and brought up an image of washing Colin very thoroughly from head to toe.

  Colin’s eyes narrowed as he leaned close to whisper, “You’re playing with fire.”

  She licked her lips and said, “Too much caution is boring.”

  “Mmm, I couldn’t agree more, baby.”

  They lasted two hours before managing to slip out a backdoor.

  The End

  About the Author

  Marie lives in the beautiful tropics where cold fruity drinks and sexy cabana boys abound. Sometimes, in the middle of the fiery summer nights, naughty ideas flicker to life inside her scandalous mind. She commits them to her hard drive before heading off to dance the night away with her very own international man of mystery.