Redemption in Love (Hearts on the Line)

by Lee, Nadia

  The pregnancy was changing Amandine’s reaction to Gavin’s touches. Her breasts were heavier and more sensitive, while her womb seemed to have expanded already, although she wasn’t showing yet, making Gavin feel bigger and fuller inside her.

  “It’s worrisome,” she remarked when she could speak again after a particularly strong orgasm.

  Gavin traced a gentle curve along her breasts and stomach with a long-stemmed plumeria. “What is?”

  “I seem to have grown smaller.” When he looked at her inquiringly, she added, “Down there.”

  “Oh. I don’t think it’s anything to worry about. You still feel incredible.”

  She chuckled. “I wasn’t worried about that. I was thinking about the delivery.”

  He buried his face in her neck and inhaled her scent. “Don’t worry,” he whispered in her ear as he teased her nipples.

  Every tweak sent streaks of electricity throughout her body, all the way to the tips of her toes. Her breathing grew uneven; heat pooled between her legs again.

  “I’ll make sure you have the best medical care in the world. You and the baby are going to be fine.”

  He kissed her softly at first, then deeply, hungrily, as though they hadn’t just made love only moments before.

  She pulled his tongue, sucked on it. The more he wanted her, the more she wanted him back. Was it the same for him? Were they fueling each other?

  His hand slipped between them, and he groaned. “God, you’re so wet.”

  “And you’re so hard,” she whispered, feeling his thick erection pressing against her.

  She spread her legs eagerly in welcome; he pushed in gently and smoothly, helped by her desire-slick heat.

  The lines of his face grew sharper and starker as he moved. The muscles in his shoulders flexed, sweat beading on his taut skin. “Amandine…Amandine, my sweet.”

  Her name was a mantra on his lips as he took them both to the pinnacle. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she convulsed around him, her teeth cutting into her lower lip.

  With a shudder, he emptied into her, his mouth pressed against her bare neck. His hot breaths fanned her pulse. “My sweet, my sweet. Mine.”

  She stroked his head, tunneling her fingers into his thick, soft hair. At moments like this, nothing could stop her from feeling desired. Almost loved.

  Chapter Fifteen

  ONE EARLY MORNING while Amandine slept, Gavin tapped a few keys on his laptop and studied the spreadsheet that came up. Unbelievably enough, not only was his firm still functioning, it was making a great deal of profit. He had to give credit to Pete. The kid was doing a bang-up job. Maybe Gavin had underestimated his brother-in-law’s initiative and hunger. It was clear that Pete should be given more responsibilities.

  Gavin leaned back, experiencing a vague sense of discontent mingled with relief. Not that he was unhappy that the firm could run without him, but he felt vaguely…superfluous.

  His phone rang. Ethan.

  “Where are you?” Ethan asked.

  “Our place in Thailand. Why?”

  “Because you aren’t at the firm. Hilary emailed me you were out of the office indefinitely when she got my package. I thought you got hit by a truck or something.”

  Gavin snorted.

  “Don’t ever worry me like that again.”

  “I do occasionally take a vacation here and there, you know.”

  “For weeks at a time? And without a definite end date? It’s never happened before.” Ethan paused. “You’re okay, right?”

  “What else could I be?” My wife wants to leave with my baby, and I have less than three months left to convince her to stay.

  When she clung to him in passion every night, he could almost believe he would be able to change her mind, that she knew how much he treasured her. Women like Amandine didn’t quiver in desire at just any man’s touch. She had to feel something for him. The question was: was sex, however good, enough to sustain their marriage?

  He didn’t dump it on his older brother. Ethan had more than enough on his plate already.

  “What was in the package?” Gavin asked. “It must be important.”

  “It is, which is why I sent it to your office. That’s the only way I can be sure you’ll get it.”

  “Hey, I’m not that bad at checking the home mail.”

  “Yeah, if you’re ever at home. I’m calling a meeting with The Lloyds Development’s board of directors,” Ethan said. “There are some things we have to discuss. Publicly. About The Lloyds Development’s financials.”

  Gavin scowled. If his older brother felt the need to call a board meeting, then the situation must be pretty serious. “Let me guess. Jacob fucked up.”

  “Basically.”

  “How bad?”

  “Well…‘Uncle Tony may have to give up his new yacht’ bad.”

  “You gotta be kidding.”

  The Betsy Doll was Tony’s latest love. Ever since his doctor put him on a horrific deprivation diet and forbade him from eating the bacon, sausages and other rich food that had nearly destroyed his heart, Tony had decided he’d make up for the loss by spending as much money as possible on all sorts of frivolous crap. It was fine when Tony was flush from the quarterly payments from The Lloyds Development. But if the cash dried up, he was screwed. He didn’t have any other source of income and was too old to rejoin the workforce, not that there were jobs around that would pay him enough to maintain his current level of consumption. Gavin didn’t have to be his uncle’s accountant to know he was heavily leveraged and most likely overextended.

  Then there were the others in the family. Some had separate income streams, but many did not. They weren’t as leveraged as Tony, but it’d hurt to lose the money coming in from The Lloyds Development.

  A first-world problem, but a problem nonetheless.

  “Anyway, the meeting’s going to be in Houston,” Ethan said. “We can talk more later, but check your email for the deets.”

  “Will do. By the way, has Pattington managed to locate Jacob?” Pattington headed the PI firm the Lloyds had on retainer. He was the only one discreet enough to handle the matter with the delicacy that the family expected.

  “Nope. Nothing yet.”

  “Have you ever thought about hiring other firms?”

  “What would be the point? If Pattington can’t find him, nobody can.”

  Gavin sighed. That was probably true enough.

  “Gotta go. I have a meeting. See you in Houston.”

  Gavin rubbed his temples. God damn it. A private family disgrace apparently wasn’t enough. He couldn’t tell which was going to be worse, the scandal involving the bigamy or the fallout from the poorly run family business. Either was humiliating enough, but both together? Exponentially so.

  He should get ready to go back to the States, look into the funds he was setting up for the family. It had been on his agenda, though not at the very top of his priorities given the situation with Amandine.

  But he should move things along faster. Why should Uncle Tony have to give up his lifestyle? Gavin considered his own bulging bank account. Nobody from the family would suffer any more than they had to because of Jacob’s mistakes.

  * * *

  Amandine drew back from the canvas, studying her work with satisfaction. Flecks of gold, orange and red and every other shade in between mixed with multiple shades of blue. The latter was inspired specifically by the gorgeous Andaman Sea. She’d never realized how ever-changing the color of an ocean could be until she and Gavin had come to the family vacation home.

  Yawning, she stretched. Fatigue weighed on her body, and her head seemed as sluggish as a cold engine. How crazy was that? She’d slept over nine hours the night before. Painting always energized her, but apparently pregnancy hormones trumped everything now. Maybe after a light snack and a short nap she’d be able to get back to the canvas with more enthusiasm.

  “New?”

  She started and looked over her sh
oulder to find Gavin studying her painting. “Yeah. I started it after we got here.”

  Gavin looked ruggedly yummy in an un-tucked khaki safari shirt and old denim pants. She’d always thought it was his suits that made him look unapproachably elegant and sophisticated, but the casual clothes he’d been wearing for the past few weeks didn’t lessen his impact. Instead, they seemed to accentuate a different facet of the man—something that reminded her of a blunt instrument that would destroy everything in its path to get the outcome it wanted.

  “You’re dusty,” she said.

  “I chopped down a tree near the kitchen. Looked like there might be some rot.”

  “Don’t you have men for that?”

  “Wanted to do it myself.” He gave her a quick grin. “All done.”

  That poor tree probably never stood a chance against Gavin’s will. How foolish she’d been to think she could oppose him and come out unscathed. He would never hurt her—she knew that—but he would smash through anything, or anyone, in the way of his reconciliation attempt.

  The sea breeze had ruffled his dark hair. As he studied her work, his eyes intent and bright, a curl fell over his forehead. She gripped a brush, waiting for his verdict. She’d never shown her work to anyone except Brooke. If it had been up to her, Gavin wouldn’t have seen it either, but now that he had, she wanted him to like it. Or at least find it acceptable.

  “It’s good,” he said finally.

  She smiled. “Really?”

  “Yeah. It’s oddly soothing, considering all the colors.”

  “I think it may need something more.”

  “Like what?”

  “Mmm…” She chewed her lower lip. “Hard to say. I just feel like it could be better.”

  “Don’t overdo it. It could suck the life out of the work.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “It’s already so vibrant and …just right. I don’t know what you plan to do, but I think it’s done.”

  “Oh.”

  She turned to the painting. Was it really that great? She never looked at her work with anything other than the most critical eye. It was about finding something she could improve on, not patting herself on the back.

  “You’re really talented. I can’t believe you’ve never let me see your stuff,” Gavin said. “I want it.”

  “You do?”

  “Yes. In my office.”

  “What? Oh no, you can’t!”

  He frowned. “Why not?”

  “Gavin! There’s an original Van Gogh in your office!”

  “So?”

  “So? So?” Her palms slickened with sweat at the idea of all his staff members and visitors viewing her painting and the Van Gogh side-by-side. “It’s going to look…ridiculous next to the Van Gogh.”

  “Because you aren’t some world famous artist or something? Honey, Van Gogh wasn’t Van Gogh until after he died. Don’t worry about it.”

  Still anxious, she looked back at her work.

  “Why does it matter anyway? Don’t you want your work seen?” he asked.

  “Well… Maybe someday when I have something worthy.”

  “Nonsense.”

  “But—”

  “Don’t you trust my taste?” He kissed her paint-splattered hands. “I’d never hang something I don’t like in my office, even if it was by my own mother. Be proud. You’re an amazing artist.”

  Her heart raced, this time for another reason. She gave him a shy smile. “Thank you.”

  “Anyway, we need to talk.” He took a seat on a couch and pulled her next to him.

  It was as though somebody had flipped a switch. All the good humor evaporated from his face, and her stomach flipped. He looked so serious. Almost grim. “What?”

  “I hate to do this, but I need to return to the States.”

  “Oh. I thought we could stay here longer.”

  “I thought so too, but something’s come up with The Lloyds Development.”

  “Is Jacob back?”

  Gavin’s mouth twisted into a crooked smile. “No. And even if he were, it wouldn’t make any difference.”

  “What happened?” When he hesitated, she quickly added, “If you don’t mind telling me.” Gavin rarely discussed the nitty-gritty details of TLD matters.

  “You should hear it from me. You’re family.” He raked his hair with a heavy sigh. “The company apparently isn’t doing well.”

  “Really? How bad?”

  “I don’t know yet. But it can’t be good if Ethan’s calling a meeting. He seems to have finished going over the numbers.”

  “Okay. So now what?”

  “Now I have to go back to get ready for a meeting at TLD headquarters. But you can stay here if you want. I’ll send Brooke over to keep you company. She’ll probably love it. And I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

  Amandine shook her head. “Like you said, I’m family. I don’t feel right having a nice vacation here when the family business is in trouble.”

  Some of the tension seemed to ease from his shoulders. “Thank you for being so understanding.”

  She put a hand over his. It seemed right…no, perfect, to offer him what comfort she could. “So, when do we leave? I’ll start packing.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  BROOKE AND THOMAS MET Amandine and Gavin at the airport. Brooke had brought the pink Mercedes, Thomas the Bentley. A black SUV waited as well with two large men, who unloaded all the suitcases and boxes, including the painting.

  Gavin gave Amandine a kiss. “It’s been a long flight. Take it easy. See you later tonight.”

  “See you.”

  Brooke took the seat behind the wheel of the Mercedes and adjusted her sunglasses, leaving Amandine the passenger seat. “You look good,” she said as they drove away from the airport.

  “Thanks. How were things while I was away?”

  “Oh the usual,” Brooke said. A pair of giant gold hoops dangled from her ears. Her hair was dyed a brown-fringed deep purple. The glossy strands barely brushed her collarbones.

  “I like the new style.”

  “Thanks. I did it myself.” Her pink nails gleamed against the leather steering wheel. “By the way, I scheduled an appointment with Dr. Silverman today.”

  “What time?”

  “Two. Figured we should make sure you and the baby’re fine.” She stopped for an intersection. “So how are you, really? Are you still going to ditch Gavin?”

  “I don’t know.” Amandine stared at the busy traffic. The Mercedes started moving again. “I thought I would because he didn’t love me. And there’s the whole Catherine thing. But when we were alone in Thailand, it was like we were…connecting better. We’ve never spent so much time together as a married couple, and it was great.” She sighed.

  “But…?”

  “But that’s a fantasy life. What we could have if he didn’t work twenty-four seven. He delegated most of his work while we were there, and only checked in at the office in the morning and a little bit in the afternoon. Now that we’re back, I probably won’t see him for a week while he catches up. He might even sleep in the office. And,” she sighed, “he has to go to Houston again.”

  “For what?” Hostility edged Brooke’s voice. “Did Catherine fire her pool boy?”

  “It’s a meeting regarding the family business,” Amandine said quickly. “Ethan’s going to be there, too.”

  “Well then. Guess that’s all right.” Brooke sat up straighter, pushing herself more firmly against her seat. “I know you guys are now back to real life, but if he wants you, he has to find a good balance of work and making his wife happy.” She glanced over at Amandine. “I was thinking that maybe he doesn’t realize how bad he is. He’s probably used to women who saw themselves as trophy-wife material, you know? And they probably didn’t care about spending time with their husbands, so long as they could spend all their money.”

  “I don’t know if Gavin’s experience is limited to trophy-wife wannabes. Catherine wasn’t like
that.”

  Brooke burst out laughing. “Oh please. I don’t know why you put her on some kind of pedestal of womanhood. So she grew up rich and is from a good family. So what? She’s not that special. She’s not all that smart, not particularly talented—”

  “That’s not true.”

  “Girl, dating a string of rich guys doesn’t take any special ability. It’s called youth and beauty. And she didn’t date rich man after rich man out of some deep soul-searing love. I mean, other than for their wallets. She probably thought she had it made when she snagged Jacob.” Brooke drove past the gates as they opened for her at the mansion. “This is just the feeling I got watching you, her and Gavin all those years ago, but she was never seriously into Gavin. She used him as a stepping-stone to Jacob. The Lloyds Development is a solid company that keeps every one of the Lloyds flush and happy, and Jacob was the CEO. That’s what she wanted. If Ethan had been the one running the company, she would’ve married him.”

  Amandine felt her mouth drop at Brooke’s scathing comments.

  “You think people like Catherine Fairchild can’t be motivated by something like money?” Brooke snorted. “People like her are always motivated by it. She knows what it’s like to have money and influence, and she’ll do anything to get them back. If Gavin’s smart, he’ll stay away from her no matter how many times she wags her tail.”

  “Oh geez.”

  “Even Korean people say the same thing about gold-diggers. It’s universal.”

  “Really?” Brooke had been half-raised by her maternal grandmother, a Korean who’d immigrated to the States decades before.

  “Yup. Grandma said they’re like foxes that wag their tails to steal men. Like this.” Brooke wiggled around in her seat, canting her shoulders left and right in an exaggerated manner.

  Swallowing a half-horrified laugh, Amandine shook her head. “Don’t be mean. She just found out her marriage was never valid. I’m pretty sure the State of Texas doesn’t condone bigamy.”

  “Uh-huh. The only thing she’s really upset about is that she’s back to being poor, and now she’s five years older than when she snared Jacob.”