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Second Time Around
It's taken Lanie McAllister five years to get over losing the
man she loved with every fiber of her being. Now she's ready to
move on with her life, and has even agreed to marry the local
veterinarian-until Quinn gives her an ultimatum. She can either
give them three months to try and mend the marriage his father
tore apart, or he'll fight her tooth and nail for custody of their
son. And with his wealth and prestige, he stands a very good chance
of winning. Torn between the man her heart has never quite forgotten
and the man she's engaged to, Lanie makes the only choice available
if she wants to keep her child. Quinn will get his three months,
but Lanie knows his controlling father is still in Chicago, doing
everything in his power to pull Quinn back. All she can do is
pray that love will truly be better the second time around. Excerpt The hum of refined voices sent butterflies skittering through Lanie’s stomach even as she located her target. And he’d seen her, too. In spite of her good intentions, the hair prickled erect on her arms, and her heart thundered in her chest as she took a step toward him. “Do you have an invitation?” “No.” Lanie surveyed the woman who had stepped in front of her, halting her progress through the room. “I’m only here to speak with Quinn McAllister and then I’ll be going.” Her gaze went back to the man in question. He was moving in their direction through the crowd of richly dressed people occupying the museum reception room. “I’m Judith French, his fiancée. What business could you possibly have with Quinn?” “I’m his wife.” She tried to keep her voice lowered. “That’s impossible.” She flinched at the redhead’s elegantly belligerent tone, and her glance flicked to Quinn. The only indication that he’d heard her was a slight narrowing of his amber eyes as they moved over her. “Ex-wife.” Casually, he handed one of the drinks to the auburn-haired beauty before draping his free arm around her shoulders. “Nothing to worry about, Judith, my dear. You can pull your claws back in.” Trying to ignore his companion, Lanie faced the man she hadn’t seen in five years. “Quinn, we need to talk.” “Call my secretary and set up an appointment.” The anger she’d been holding in since she’d crashed the museum fund-raiser erupted. “I’ve been calling your secretary since the minute I got to Chicago and you know it. If you hadn’t been avoiding me, I wouldn’t be here now. Either we go somewhere and talk in private, or we can do it here in front of your fiancée and all your fancy friends.” Sarcasm laced her words as her gaze ran over the woman’s chic black dress. He took a deliberate drink from the glass, his eyes meeting hers over the rim. “Fine,” Lanie snapped. “Just remember it was your choice. I have a little piece of news I thought you might be interested in. Our divorce? It was bogus. We’re still married. Which means you and Judith,” contempt dripped as she spoke the woman’s name, “can forget your upcoming nuptials.” She spun, her ankles almost buckling in the unfamiliar high heels, and marched toward the door. She’d told him what she had to. Her conscience was satisfied. The next move was up to him. It didn’t take him long to make it. His hand shot out and closed around her arm, his long fingers secure enough to prevent her escape. The force of his grip spun her to face him. “What the hell do you mean, it’s bogus?” A lock of hair had fallen onto his forehead at the sudden move, almost obscuring the thin scar that ran from his temple into that wild mane of hair. The last time she’d seen him, no white had marred the ebony mass. Now, the streak stood out starkly from the surrounding blackness like lightening on a dark night. Even though she was mad enough to spit, she had to stop herself from brushing the lock back. Old habits died hard. “Take your hand off me,” she hissed, yanking away from his grasp. Every well-groomed head in the room turned in their direction. “I’ve wasted all the time I’m going to waste on you.” “Lanie, wait.” She ignored the order, pausing only long enough to pull open the heavy glass doors before rushing out onto the street. He could have his damn charity events, his fancy women, and all his money. She leaned down and yanked her shoes off, letting them dangle from her fingers as she breathed a sigh of relief. She’d get her own divorce, and this time she’d make sure it was the real thing. The museum door opened behind her as she flagged a passing cab. A muffled curse escaped her when it kept going. “How many times have I told you, if you’re going to curse, do it out loud?” There was a hint of arrogant amusement in Quinn’s voice. She kept her gaze on the traffic, praying for another cab. “Stay away from me, Quinn.” “If you’ll remember, I have been. For five years. You’re the one who showed up here tonight.” “My mistake. For a while I forgot who I was dealing with. Believe me, it won’t happen again.” “Where are you going?” She waved at another cab, barely stopping her mumbled curse when it also ignored her. “Not that it’s any of your business, but I’m going to the motel to get my things, then I’m taking the first plane back home. You remember Wyoming, don’t you Quinn?” The sarcasm was back as she turned and stared at him. Somewhere under that tux had to be the man she’d fallen in love with, but he was buried so deep little evidence of him remained. Oh, he still looked the same. Tall, with a body that made women stop for a second look and prompted fantasies of hot nights and sweat-slicked skin. A body she’d made love to, and that still had the power to make her heart beat faster. “Barefoot?” The amusement was back, one corner of his mobile lips lifting slightly. “Even with the expensive dress and new hairdo you haven’t changed, Lanie.” “That’s where you’re wrong. I’m not nearly as stupid as I used to be.” She glanced back at the street. “Meaning when you married me?” “Exactly.” “Come on.” He took her arm again, just as firmly but without the bruising force. “It looks like we need to talk and I’d rather not do it out here on the street.” Lanie pulled back against the pressure until she realized it was either give in or get dragged down the sidewalk. “What about your fiancée?” “Judith and I have an agreement. She keeps my father off my back, and in return she gets lots of nice green money to play with. She won’t miss me.” Lanie caught only a glimpse of a shiny black car before he opened the door and guided her into the plush leather seat. The odor of expensive perfume still lingered in the air. His fiancée’s, or someone else’s? Before she could get the safety belt fastened, he slid under the wheel. “Still a gentleman, I see.” He glanced at her before pulling smoothly into the flow of traffic. “I don’t remember ever claiming to be one. It didn’t seem to bother you before.” It hadn’t. She’d loved his confidence as much as she had his body, as much as she’d loved him. Loved that he’d treated her like an equal instead of a helpless female. At least he had in the beginning. There’d never been another man like him. Thank God. “I’ve been staying at the motel on Franklin. You can drop me there and I’ll get a cab to the airport.” She braced for the right-hand turn, only to be thrown against the door when the car turned left. “This is the wrong way! Where are you taking me?” “To my apartment. Where else would I take my wife?” His lips curled in a sneer as he placed emphasis on the word “wife.” She reached for her seat belt. “Stop the car this instant. I’m getting out. If you think an illegal divorce gives you any rights, you’re dead wrong.” “Afraid to be alone with me?” “You certainly have a short memory, Quinn. I tried to get you alone tonight and you refused.” Anger oozed from every pore in her body. Another five minutes and she’d slug him. “That was before I knew what you wanted.” “If you’d bothered to answer my calls you’d have known what I wanted. A divorce. A real one this time, and the faster the better.” He turned again, this time into a parking garage, and pulled the car to a stop. “We can talk about it upstairs.” She hesitated briefly, wondering if she shouldn’t make a run for it, then gave a mental shrug. This was what she’d come for. It was better to get it over with now. Picking up her shoes and purse, Lanie hurried to catch up with him as he held the elevator door with one hand. No doubt about it. Jared had spoiled her. He was as different from Quinn as daylight from dark. She’d gotten used to having doors opened for her, to being treated like something rare and precious. The ride up was a silent one, Lanie watching the floors tick off on the digital counter. It figured. He lived in the penthouse. Just one more thing to point up the differences between them, the reasons why their short-lived marriage could never have worked. “How’s your father doing these days? Still the same S.O.B. he used to be?” The elevator doors slid open soundlessly and she stepped onto the cold marble floor of an ultramodern foyer. He didn’t answer, just gestured down several steps into the living room. Her battered feet sank into plush white carpet as she dropped her shoes and walked to the bank of windows overlooking the city. A shiver ran over her, goose bumps popping erect on her arms. How could he stand to live in such a cold, sterile place? There was no color in the room, everything done in shades of black and white, with chrome providing the only relief. The Quinn she’d known would have died in a place like this. He’d loved color as much as she had. Here, even the air had a cold metallic smell. She watched him approach in the wide expanse of glass, his reflection stopping mere inches behind her own. Stomach coiling into a hard knot of tension, she moved a few steps away and saw his mouth curve up again. “What makes you think the divorce was bogus?” Reaching into her purse, she withdrew an envelope and passed it to him. “I got this two weeks ago. The lawyer you hired wasn’t a lawyer. He conned hundreds of people. The papers were never filed. After he was arrested the court confiscated his records. That’s where they got our names.” Face expressionless, he scanned the letter. “Why didn’t I get one of these?” “I don’t know. Maybe they didn’t know where to find you. But your address is listed as the McAllister Ranch in Wyoming, and we both know you haven’t been back since…” Her words trailed off. “Since the accident,” he finished for her. He lifted his hand, his fingers tracing the scar on his face. “You can say it.” “I was going to say since the night you left, but have it your way.” She kept her tone curt. “The problem is, I need that divorce as soon as possible. I thought maybe one of us could go to Vegas and get it done. Doesn’t it take about six weeks?” He folded the letter and stuck it back in the envelope. “Why the rush?” Lanie hesitated then took a deep breath. “I’m seeing someone. Someone very special. He’s asked me to marry him.” His gaze fastened on hers, and she wasn’t sure she liked what she saw there. The clear amber of his eyes had been replaced with the sharp yellow flames of anger. “So who’s the poor sap you’ve roped in this time?” Her chin went up and her body stiffened. “Jared is not a poor sap. He’s a wonderful man. He’s kind and smart and caring and he loves me. In other words, he’s everything you’re not.” “Sounds boring as hell. Does this paragon have a last name?” “His name is Jared Harper. You don’t know him. He set up practice after you left.” “Practice?” He took a step closer his gaze still holding her captive. “That’s right. He’s a vet.” “And he loves you.” “Yes.” “He loves you so much that he let you come out here to face me alone?” The air didn’t smell metallic anymore. It smelled hot and electric with the scent of his aftershave. A tingle ran along her spine as he picked up her hand, and she knew how a snake must feel as it swayed to the siren call of the charmer’s pipe. She couldn’t move, couldn’t look away. “He wanted to come.” She forced the words through numb lips. “I wouldn’t let him.” “If I’d been in his shoes, you couldn’t have stopped me.” She shouldn’t have let him bring her here, should have insisted on going somewhere public. She knew how dangerous he could be. He seemed to have the uncanny ability to turn that animal magnetism on and off at will. He always had. “Jared isn’t like you.” “Right. He loves you.” His mouth hovered over hers. “The question is, do you love him?” His breath was warm and lightly scented with wine. Her mouth went dry, her heart pounding so hard it echoed in her ears. “Of course I do.” “You don’t sound too sure of that, Lanie.” From somewhere she found the strength to step away from him, praying her legs would hold her up. “Then maybe you should listen closer. I love Jared and I plan on marrying him.” Quinn looked down at the envelope again. He didn’t know why the surge of anger should surprise him. He’d known he was in trouble the second he’d seen her walk through the door tonight. In trouble and shocked right down to his soul. Of all the people who could have shown up at that stupid fund-raiser, Lanie was the last one he would have expected. And she’d been here several days if her words were true. His anger became a boiling, helpless rage. It would do no good to fire his secretary. She’d only been following his father’s orders. Wearily, he rubbed the scar, a gesture that had become second nature to him after five years. “I’ll need to keep this to show my lawyers. I can have them send it back to you after they make a copy.” “Thank you. You’ll be going to Vegas, then?” “Looks that way. I’ll know more tomorrow.” Her head bobbed once, the dark brown curls, held by an elaborate gold clip, shinning in the overhead light. “I need to be going. I’ve already been away from home longer than I’d planned. You can call me there as soon as you find out anything.” “I’ll drive you back to your motel.” She hesitated only a second. “I think it would be better if I took a cab. Can I use your phone?” “That’s not necessary.” He stepped to an intercom and pushed a button. “Duncan? Bring the car around to the front. A lady in a red dress will be down shortly. Take her wherever she wants to go.” He watched as she slipped the shoes back on and draped her purse strap over her shoulder, his gaze soaking up the feminine curves revealed by the clinging red silk. A dull weight settled on his chest. He had been denied the chance to tell her goodbye five years ago, and now she was walking out of his life again, this time straight into the arms of another man. He would have sworn he’d put her betrayal behind him, but seeing her again brought all the old hurt surging back to the surface. “Well.” She straightened. “I guess this is goodbye, then.” “Lanie?” He made himself smile, even though it felt fake, unnatural. “You look great. I always said you’d clean up good.” A tiny smile curved her lips. “We both know I don’t belong in
clothes like these, Quinn. I never will.” She paused before pulling
the door open, casting one last look in his direction. “Take care
of yourself.” |
Five
years ago Quinn McAllister's life was almost destroyed. While
he lay in a coma from injuries sustained during an auto accident,
the woman he loved divorced him. Or so his father told him. Now
he's discovered his divorce was bogus and his whole world spins
out of control. He's tempted to give his wife the quick divorce
she wants-until he finds out about the son he didn't know existed.
Now he's going back to Wyoming to claim what's his, and nothing
can stop him…not his father, and certainly not his wife's fiancé.