Her Wealthy Husband

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‘Well, there’s one here if you want it.’ He left the room; he couldn’t remain there watching her hating him. The whole day had started wrongly and he blamed it on Roger. If the damn man hadn’t upset her none of this would have happened.

Why on earth would he go through with a divorce and then want her back? It didn’t make sense. And how much of the truth was he ever likely to learn? Lara could have been exaggerating. He might be a very nice guy. It might be that she hadn’t been ready for marriage and had felt the constraints, had regretted losing her carefree, single status. It did happen.

He gulped down the drink and threw the can in the bin, then tried to concentrate on what he was doing. He hadn’t really needed to go upstairs to get a drink when there was one in the cool-box. But he had sensed Lara looking down at him and it had created urges. Urges he could do nothing about, but at least he could be near her.

It was a ridiculous state of affairs. He was treading on dangerous ground. He wasn’t even being perfectly honest with her. Yet she was getting beneath his skin like no other woman ever had, and time spent apart was like being under the surgeon’s knife with no anaesthetic.

He worked feverishly, trying to shut her out of his mind, but it was impossible. The merest thought sent his testosterone levels rising. The best thing he could do would be to take her back to Helen’s and then forget her. There was no hope for him. This friendship thing wasn’t working. She was too dangerously attractive.

He’d tried—he hadn’t given it very long, admittedly—but this latest incident had proved how unattainable such a friendship was. Why he’d suggested it in the first place he didn’t know. He’d wanted her from the second he’d clapped eyes on her. How could he have even contemplated settling for anything less?

As soon as the new fuel pump was connected and all was running sweetly he washed his hands beneath the outside tap before running up to the loft apartment, this time taking care to let her know he was coming.

Lara was reading a magazine. A man’s magazine! Or maybe she was pretending to read it. She looked up as he entered, her expression cool and disinterested. ‘Ready?’