Her Tycoon Lover

by Sandra Field

  “I talked more that night than the rest of my life put together. I told you everything I could think of about Teal Lake. Then I talked about Ramon and his wife and kids. At the end, I even told you I loved you.” His voice roughened. “But when we talked on the phone the next day—I couldn’t get the words out. I knew I had to be face-to-face with you. Because they’re the three most important words in the world.”

  She bit her lip. “For me they are.”

  “Katrin, I have to know—do you still love me?”

  Her eyes were dark pools, black as the night. A waft of smoke blew across her face, as at her feet a pile of twigs collapsed in a crackle of orange and red. She said quietly, “Love can’t be destroyed so easily…yes, I love you, Luke. I always will.”

  He let out his breath in a long sigh. “I don’t know the first thing about love,” he said. “But I can learn. You could teach me. Because there’s one more thing I haven’t said. The most important of all. I want you to marry me, Katrin. Be my wife.”

  “You do?”

  “I want the whole deal,” Luke said, his eyes intent on her face. “A proper wedding, you always by my side. Living with me, traveling with me, being with me. Day and night.”

  “Oh, Luke,” she said unsteadily, “when you do something, you do it wholeheartedly.”

  He closed the distance between them, putting his arms around her waist and pulling her to the length of his body. “Marry me? Because I love you more than I can say.”

  Her smile glimmered amidst the sheen of tears in her eyes. “One condition,” she said.

  He grinned. “Conditions, huh? I’ve already told you you’re more important that fifty mines.”

  “Your house,” she said. “You’ve got to sell it—I don’t want to live in a concrete box.”

  He threw back his head and laughed. “We’ll live wherever you like, my darling.”

  “You’ve never called me that before,” she said shakily.

  “Dearest, darling and most adorable Katrin, I love you,” Luke said. “The house’ll be on the market quicker than you spilled brandy on Guy Wharton.”

  Her smile suddenly vanished; unconsciously she drew back. “There’s something else, Luke,” she said. “Something far more important than a house. You said at Teal Lake that you didn’t want children. Donald never wanted me to have a baby, either. But I want children. I always have.”

  He laced his fingers behind her back. “Maria, Ramon’s youngest, took a shine to me as soon as she was old enough to smile. The last—”

  “I can’t imagine why,” Katrin said.

  “Stop interrupting. The last time I was there, I was lifting her high in the air and she was laughing fit to beat the band, and something shifted inside me. I realized I wanted to have children. But not just any children. Your children, Katrin. That if I never did that, I’d be a poor man for the rest of my days.”

  “If we have a little girl,” Katrin said, her smile dazzling, “we could call her Maria.”

  “There’s one slight hitch,” Luke replied. “Here we are planning the kids’ names, and you haven’t actually said in so many words that you’ll marry me.”

  “Serious oversight.” She took his face in her palms, her features suffused with such tenderness that Luke felt his throat close. “Yes, Luke, I’ll marry you. Because I love you with all my heart.”

  “I swear I’ll never shut myself off from you again. Or leave you the way I did in Teal Lake.”

  “I believe you.”

  It was a vow, he thought, every bit as serious as the vows of marriage. Needing to lighten the atmosphere, he said, “I think we should dump some water on this fire, then go up to the tent and make love. Maybe I won’t really believe any of this is real until I hold you in my arms. Besides, it’s making love that makes babies, dearest Katrin. Or so I’ve been told.”

  “Great-aunt Gudrun said it was. And I never knew her to lie.”

  “Although if you’ve only got one sleeping bag, making love might be difficult.”

  She grabbed the pot of water that was sitting in the bushes, and threw its contents on the fire. The coals hissed, sending up a small cloud of ashes and smoke. “I also have two extra blankets. We can spread those under us, and use the sleeping bag on top.”

  “That’s what I like. A resourceful woman.”

  “I aim to please,” she said.

  She led the way up the slope to the tent, where she crouched to unlace her hiking boots. Luke took off his shoes, crawling inside the tent behind her. She spread the blankets out while he unzippered her down bag. “It’s cold,” he said, tossing his jacket to one side and hauling off his shirt.

  She gazed at his bare chest. “You mean I’ve got to take off all my clothes? I’m not sure Great-aunt Gudrun told me about that.”

  “Your courage is another quality I admire,” Luke teased. “And I promise I’ll keep you warm.”

  “I’ll hold you to that,” she said darkly, and pulled the fleece jacket over her head. Luke leaned forward, his fingers brushing her breasts as he unbuttoned her shirt. He wanted her so badly that he ached with need; as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he saw the matching intensity in her face.

  He stripped off the rest of his clothes, and drew her under the covers, her breasts soft and yielding against his chest. “Make love to me, Katrin,” he said huskily. “Warm me, body and soul.”

  So she did. And afterward, as they lay naked in each other’s arms, Luke knew himself to be the richest man in the world.

  Her Tycoon Protector

  By

  Amanda Browning

  Amanda Browning still lives in the Essex house where she was born. The third of four children – her sister being her twin – she enjoyed the rough and tumble of life with two brothers as much as she did reading books. Writing came naturally as an outlet for her fertile imagination. The love of books led her to a career in libraries and being single allowed her to take a leap into writing for a living. Success is still something of a wonder, but allows her to indulge in hobbies as varied as embroidery and bird-watching.

  CHAPTER ONE

  SHELBY GREER paced angrily across the carpet. She looked wildly dramatic in her electric-blue suit, with her shoulderlength auburn hair bouncing at every long-legged stride. She had been blessed with a classically oval face and fine features that would be considered beautiful by any standards, but right now her ice-green eyes, with their thick long lashes, were flashing sparks. She was fuming. A volatile volcano just waiting to explode. Abruptly she turned to face the man who stood before the elegant Adam fireplace.

  ‘No! Absolutely not! There’s no way I’m going to have my world turned upside down—not in a million years. I’m not giving up my independence on the basis of a threat that might not be real,’ she declared vehemently in response to his proposal.

  ‘Now, Shelby, be reasonable,’ her father pleaded with her. ‘If you won’t come and stay here where I can look after you, then you have to have a bodyguard.’

  ‘No, I most certainly do not!’ Shelby disagreed instantly. ‘I’m perfectly capable of looking after myself. If you think for one second that I would allow a complete stranger to enter my home and invade my privacy, you’re crazy.’ The mere thought of it made her shudder with distaste.

  ‘If it’s crazy to care what happens to you, then I’m guilty as charged,’ her father shot back. ‘Threats have been made against you, Shelby. I have to take them seriously. Why won’t you?’

  ‘Because it’s all so utterly ridiculous! The man’s a crank, out for what he can get. Why should I allow him to upset my life? No, I’m sorry, Dad, but to keep trying to change my mind is a complete and utter waste of time,’ she declared adamantly, though she secretly admitted to a few butterflies in her stomach when he had first told her. ‘Trust me on this. Nothing is going to happen.’

  ‘So you keep telling me,’ Oscar Greer responded calmly to his only daughter’s outburst. He had, after all, known what to expect. She was headstr
ong and independent and, on occasions such as these, over-confident that she knew best.

  Shelby flung up her hands despairingly. ‘Then why aren’t you listening to me?’ She loved her father dearly, and knew he had only her best interests at heart, but this was going too far. ‘I don’t need a nursemaid, Dad!’

  ‘I’m glad to hear it,’ her father returned dryly. ‘At twenty-eight, you should be able to wash, dress and feed yourself.’

  That piece of whimsy earned him another exasperated look. ‘You know what I mean. This is so unnecessary.’

  ‘Really? I had no idea you could look into the future?’

  Shelby turned away in frustration. There was no getting through to him. He wasn’t going to budge an inch. There were times when she could twist him round her little finger, but this was not one of them. He loved her, but he would only twist when he wanted to. This time he intended to have his way. Well, she was as determined as he was. She was not about to give in this time.

  Sighing heavily, she walked to the window and looked out at the rain-lashed gardens of her father’s Hampstead home. She had grown up here, an only child but never a lonely one. Her father was London’s most successful media magnate, but he had always had time for his daughter. The bond was a close one. He needed her compliance for his own peace of mind. Normally she would gladly have given it to him, but this was different. She couldn’t alter her life because of a threat she didn’t believe existed, however much she loved her father. All she could try to do was make him see things from her point of view.

  ‘Let’s go over it again. What exactly did the message say?’ she asked in a more reasonable tone as she turned to her parent.

  Oscar Greer’s expression became grim. ‘The gist of it was that one of our papers had printed something this individual didn’t like, and he intended to take some form of revenge. He used the phrase, ‘The sins of the father shall pass down to the daughter.’ Which the police consider a direct threat to you. Which is why you are going to have a bodyguard, like it or not. You’re all I have and I’m not prepared to risk losing you.’

  That, of course, tweaked her heartstrings, and with a faint groan she hurried over to give him a hug. ‘You aren’t going to lose me,’ she reassured him fiercely. ‘But I’m still not going to have a bodyguard!’ she added hastily, so he wouldn’t think she had given in.

  Her father grimaced as he hugged her back. ‘My God, but you’re stubborn. The police wanted to lock you away somewhere safe for the duration, but I knew I’d never get you to agree to that either!’ he told her as he released her.

  Shelby’s lips curved in an unseen smile of relief as she crossed to the tray of drinks on the antique sideboard, helping herself to a small brandy. She needed it, for she had never had to fight so strongly with her father before. It wasn’t comfortable. Now that she had won, she began to relax.

  ‘You were right about that. I have commitments. I can’t just up sticks and disappear.’

  She was that most fashion conscious of modern individuals—an interior designer. Her mother had been an artist, and it was from her that Shelby had inherited her eye for colour and texture. After a false start, she had studied art and design at college and then had gone on to start her own business. There had been small jobs to begin with, but word of mouth had soon spread about the quality of her work. One thing had led to another, until now she was so busy she had taken on a small staff of helpers. She was fully aware that there were people who thought that, as her father’s heir, she led a cushioned existence and only played at her work. They were wrong. Her business was her own baby from start to finish and she took it very seriously indeed. Her books were full and she even had a waiting list.

  With a wry shake of her head, she curled up in a corner of the couch. ‘Lord, I can’t believe you actually expected me to agree to have a minder!’ Funnily enough, she had been told once that she needed a minder, but she shied away from the memory. It had been totally embarrassing for her. He, of course, had found it vastly amusing. ‘You’ve had threats before. Why are you taking this one so seriously?’

  ‘I prefer not to take chances with your life, my girl,’ Oscar pronounced, glancing at his watch, then checking that against the mantel clock. Rocking back on his heels, he slipped his hand into his jacket pocket and studied his polished shoes.

  ‘Are you expecting someone?’ she asked, fascinated by these unexpected signs of unease in him.

  He cleared his throat. ‘Since you ask, the chap I’ve arranged to watch your back is arriving tonight.’

  Shelby’s eyes widened in shock. ‘You already arranged it? Before asking me?’ So much for winning! She should have guessed he would do something like this.

  ‘I knew you wouldn’t agree, so I made the decision for you,’ her father confirmed with a nod of his head. ‘I decided the best option was to present you with a fait accompli.’

  She was on her feet in an instant. ‘You had no right to do that, Dad. I know you’re concerned, but this is my life we’re talking about. Well, I hope you and he have an enjoyable evening, because you’ll be spending it without me. I’m leaving!’ She moved to make good her threat, but had only taken one short step towards her handbag when her father spoke.

  ‘Stay right where you are, Shelby. You’re going nowhere,’ he commanded in a voice she hadn’t heard in years. It brought her up short, blinking in surprise.

  ‘You can’t force me to have a bodyguard!’ she protested in disbelief, which made Oscar Greer smile grimly.

  ‘I can, and I am.’

  ‘This is absurd!’ Shelby exclaimed, but she sat down again just as the front doorbell rang loudly. She twisted round so she could watch the lounge door from over the back of the couch. ‘Is this him? Well, I don’t care how nice he is; I’m not going to have anything to do with him,’ she added for good measure, listening to the housekeeper opening the front door, and the sound of voices joined in friendly conversation. Then footsteps headed towards the closed door and she held her breath.

  The man who entered was in his mid-thirties, blackhaired, blue-eyed and handsome as sin. Wearing a brown leather bomber jacket over blue shirt and jeans, he was indeed the sexiest thing on two legs she had seen in many a long day. Broad-shouldered to boot. He was tall and had the sort of long legs and lean hips that she found particularly attractive. He also had the kind of chest a girl could snuggle up on and drift into dreams that would make an angel blush. She didn’t have to ask if he was also charming and witty. She knew. He was, after all, Gray Compton, her father’s troubleshooter and the man she had been in love with for simply aeons.

  For one intense moment Shelby’s world stood still. Lord, but her heart was pleased to see him. Life had been a desert since the last time they had met. Not that he would know it, she reminded herself as time ticked on again. She had her pride, after all.

  They had been friends once, when she was younger. He had been the closest thing to a brother she would ever have. They had teased and taunted each other, much as all brothers and sisters did, and it might have stayed that way if fate had not intervened. Quite out of the blue, and when she had least expected it, she had fallen in love with him. Naturally, having done something so rash, and knowing he still only saw her as a sister, she had had to camouflage her feelings for her own protection.

  She had often teased Gray about the women in his life, but had found herself in the unenviable position of wanting to be one. The only one. To her despair, he had never seen her that way. Jealousy had raised its ugly head. To combat it she had taken to dating like it was going out of fashion, though rarely dating the same man for long, to hide the fact there was only one man she really wanted. For his part, Gray had observed her behaviour with undisguised amusement.

  Their relationship had stayed pretty much the same, although he had now started teasing her about the men in her life too. She had hidden her unhappiness well and, save for one minor blip when she had succumbed to a moment of recklessness, she had lived with the situ
ation. So it might have gone on, but then something had happened which had made her hate him. She couldn’t forget it, nor forgive it, no matter how much she loved him—and, for her sins, she did still love him.

  So now, whenever they met, they engaged in a constant war of words. It was the perfect shield, and Shelby doubted if anyone but herself knew how she really felt. Right now, though, she wished she had had some warning he was coming to dinner tonight, in order to get her defences in place.

  Gray Compton allowed his gaze to meet that of a bemused Shelby. ‘Hi, there, Red. Long time no see.’

  Shelby winced at the nickname she had been given as a child because of her hair. Of course, Gray would insist on using it still, just to irritate her. She smiled thinly. ‘Well, well, if it isn’t Dad’s blue-eyed boy. What are you doing here, Gray? Coming to see what trouble you can cause?’

  For once he didn’t come back with a mocking rejoinder. ‘My job, sweetheart. Just my job,’ he told her briefly, making her frown.

  Having grown used to their bickering over recent years, Oscar Greer ignored it and crossed the room, hand held out. ‘Gray, my boy. Thank you for coming.’

  The younger man smiled warmly and shook his hand. ‘You knew I would, Oscar.’ He had been sorting out a problem in Japan when he had received Oscar’s call for help. ‘I jumped on the first plane out.’

  ‘How was the trip?’

  ‘Tiring, but I’m used to it.’

  Light dawned for Shelby, and her heart sank. Her eyes hastily sought her father’s, hoping to have her fears allayed. ‘Dad, please tell me this isn’t the man you’ve roped in to look after me!’ she pleaded in horror, more appalled than she could ever reveal. If there was one person she didn’t want to spend any intimate time with, Gray was that man. Mostly because the only person she wanted was the selfsame man!