Reunited in Love (31 page)

“I’m sure Ethan will let you lick the bowl if you ask nicely.”

“Haha. Very funny.”

“Kerri’s been cutting back on sugar,” Ethan said, sitting down and putting a warm hand on her shoulder. “So we don’t usually eat dessert, but since you’re here, I figured we could splurge.”

“Well. In that case, I feel honored.” Justin winked.

He’d decided to make a special trip to northern Virginia to visit Kerri after a five-day vacation in Curaçao. His dark hair and bright green eyes were set off by the tan he’d acquired. Most importantly, he looked relaxed. She hadn’t seen him this loose in a while.

When she commented on it, he grinned. “It’s because I no longer have to cover for you with
le roi soleil
. You have no idea what it’s like to lie right to his face.”

She cringed. “I actually do know.” Barron could make you feel small and pathetic for deceiving him. Before he completely destroyed your future, of course.

“Who’s
le roi soleil?
” Ethan asked.

“That’s our code name for Barron. It’s, uh, kind of classified, though,” Justin said.

Ethan’s lips twitched. “Of course.”

Justin polished off his dessert in two large spoonfuls, while Kerri savored hers in small bites. Who knew when she’d get to indulge again?

“By the way, when’s the happy date?” Justin asked.

Kerri choked and reached for her water. Ethan patted her back gently.

“We aren’t sure,” Ethan said.

“We aren’t even engaged yet, Justin,” Kerri said when she found her voice again.

“You planning on living in sin forever?”

Kerri stole a quick glance at Ethan. They’d never talked about it, and she didn’t want to pressure him into anything. Marriage was a huge step.

“Just, ah, don’t plan anything concrete other than the date,” Justin said.

Kerri narrowed her eyes. “Why?”

“Yes, why?” Ethan asked.

“Because Barron’s going to want to overcompensate.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“You know how he doesn’t just ruin people? He
ruins
people, right? This is going to be the same thing. He won’t just compensate for what he considered the lost time. He will
compensate
.”

“Uh oh,” Kerri said. “What exactly does that mean?”

“I honestly don’t know.” Justin shrugged. “Maybe buy a small country and name it after you?”

Ethan chuckled, while Kerri made a face. “That’s so not what I want.”

“Enjoy the fact that he loves you, Kerri.” Justin’s voice grew serious and affectionate. “He’s trying to make up for everything. I know you didn’t want to hear it before, but he’s been hurting, too.”

“Fine. But he doesn’t need to buy a freakin’ nation to make amends.”

After Justin left, Kerri helped Ethan load everything into the dishwasher. As she rinsed the wine glasses, she said, “I’m sorry about that.”

“About what?”

“You know, Justin putting you on the spot about a wedding date and all that.”

“He didn’t do anything wrong. I might have wanted to know if I were in his shoes. He looked more like a brother to you than a cousin.”

“He practically is. I spent most of my summer vacations with him and his family.”

“I like him.”

Ethan dried the glasses and put them away. When she turned from the sink, he was right before her, his eyes serious and unreadable. “Wanna go out to the balcony?”

“Okay.”

They held hands and looked at the glittering night sky. The cool breeze ruffled her unbound hair. Ethan embraced her tightly from behind, his breath tickling her ear.

“I love you.”

Her insides grew soft and languid. He told her every day, but she could never get used to hearing it. “I love you too, Ethan.”

He turned her slowly until she faced him. His hand caressed her cheek, and she closed her eyes at the aching sweetness.

“Will you marry me?”

Her eyes popped open. In front of her, in his hand, was the most gorgeous diamond ring she’d ever seen. “Ethan…”

“I thought I should propose in some spectacularly romantic and grandiose fashion, but I couldn’t think of anything that felt right. Then I realized that it should be just you and me, with nothing else to distract us from declaring what we want.”

His face grew blurry as tears sprang to her eyes.

“Say yes and make me the happiest guy on the planet.”

She smiled. “Yes,” she replied against his lips. “Yes.”

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Reunited in Love
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Hearts on the Line
series. The other books in the series are
Vengeful in Love
(Natalie Hall & Alex Damon; out December 2013),
Redemption in Love
(Amandine & Gavin Lloyd; out early 2014),
Sweet in Love
(Brooke de Lorenzo & Pete Monroe; out early 2014) and
Forever in Love
(Catherine Fairchild & Blaine Davis; out 2014).

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Coming up next in the Hearts on the Line series is Ethan’s younger brother Gavin Lloyd and his wife Amandine.

Redemption in Love

It’s love or nothing…

All Amandine Monroe ever wanted was to fit in with her glamorous and wealthy in-laws and live happily ever after with her handsome husband Gavin Lloyd. Three years after the wedding, she’s still nowhere near fitting in with her in-laws, and Gavin has given her everything—except his heart.

When she finds out she’s pregnant, she decides she can’t raise her child in a home devoid of love. If she can’t have Gavin’s heart, only a divorce will do.

Gavin won’t let the only woman he truly cared for walk away without a fight. He demands a chance for them to reconcile or else full custody of their child.

Saving their marriage will require more than expensive gifts and a second honeymoon. If Amandine and Gavin can’t overcome their pride and private fears, they’ll have to let go of each other forever…

AMANDINE MONROE LLOYD SAT with her legs pressed together and ankles crossed in Dr. Silverman’s office. The good doctor had a prosperous practice in Los Angeles, catering to the significant others of the rich and famous. The waiting room was decorated in soothing sage and creamy yellow, just like the office. Instead of posters warning women about various illnesses and so on, the clinic walls had tasteful prints of modern art, the kind that people in Amandine’s husband’s social circle would easily drop a few million dollars to own. If they had been the originals, of course.

Until her marriage, she’d never been able to afford a gynecologist who had a private practice, much less one as high-class as Dr. Silverman’s. She squirmed in her seat. Her pink chiffon Oscar de la Renta dress and matching Manolo Blahnik stilettos cost more than what most people made in a month and should have been enough to make her feel like she belonged in the office. But they were something her personal shopper—one her husband had hired—had bought to ensure she looked the part of Mrs. Gavin Lloyd. She would never have spent that much on something she’d end up wearing only once or twice, but her shopper bought something new every other day. Maybe the woman was trying to compensate for the fact that Amandine didn’t want her clothes custom-tailored in Europe like Gavin.

She studied the little pots of aloe on the window sill, counting their spiky leaves. What could be taking Dr. Silverman so long?

A few minutes later, the doctor walked in and took her seat at the desk. In her early forties, Dr. Silverman was model-thin and short—shorter than Amandine’s five-five—with a friendly face and warm green eyes. She wore a white doctor’s lab coat over a peach tunic and a skirt as brown as her hair. Her shoes were sensible pumps, unlike Amandine’s impractical stilettos.

“Congratulations again.” She handed Amandine a discreet ivory envelope made of expensive paper. There was nothing on the outside except the clinic’s logo. “Here’s the sonogram so you can share it with your husband. I’m sure he’ll be thrilled.”

“Thank you.” Amandine put it in her purse, her hands less than steady. She and Gavin had never discussed having children. But it’d been three years since they’d gotten married, so wasn’t it about time they thought about the next generation?

Okay, so their third anniversary was tomorrow. Almost three years.

“By the way…” Amandine began.

Dr. Silverman put her hands together. “Yes?”

“Does it matter that we used birth control all this time?”

“What do you mean?”

“Is the baby” —Amandine put a hand on her belly— “going to have a problem because of that?”

“Not at all. Don’t worry. No birth control works one hundred percent of the time. But that doesn’t mean that pregnancies occurring usage aren’t viable, or that your baby will run a higher risk for any particular condition.”

“Okay.”

“The most important thing for you right now is to relax, eat healthy and do some light exercises three to four times a week,” the doctor said, ticking off the points on her fingers. “The receptionist will give you a booklet with everything you need to know. It has two copies of
Nutrition
, one for you and one for your staff. I’m sure your cook can come up with something acceptable based on my recommendations. If you need more information or have any other concerns or questions, feel free to contact me at any time.”

“Thanks.” The reassurance made her feel a little better. Gavin paid a hefty fee every year to ensure that Amandine could remain a patient at the private concierge service clinic, and unlike some physicians, Dr. Silverman really was available at all times via phone, email or text.

“I want to do another exam in two weeks. Please see the receptionist to schedule your next visit.”

“I will.”

“Again, congratulations.”

Amandine walked out of the office and into the waiting area. Her best friend and personal assistant Brooke de Lorenzo rose from the comfortable white leather couch. She had on an eye-popping outfit, as usual; this one consisted of a sleeveless magenta top, a teal mini-skirt and a golden loop belt. The top was slightly loose, but the skirt was tight enough to show off her butt, the “spoils of the gym” as she called it. Big gold hoops dangled from her ears, her short sassy bob framing a pretty face. Her black platform boots moved silently over the carpeted floor as she approached, two bags hanging from one of her shoulders.

“Everything good?” she asked, her eyes level with Amandine’s. The two of them were the same height, and today so was their footwear.

“No problems.”

“Great. When do you want your next appointment?” She pulled out a tablet.

“Two weeks from now.”

She conferred with the receptionist and nodded. “Okay. Ten o’clock.”

The receptionist handed Brooke a card with the time written on it, but she waved it away. “Got it.” She flashed the fancy tablet and put it in one of the bags.

Brooke and Amandine walked into the elevator together. “I should call Gavin.” Amandine wanted to tell Brooke the news, but of course her husband should be first.

“Okay.” Brooke waited until they reached the lobby, then dialed his number and handed the phone to Amandine.

“You know you don’t have to do phone duty, right?” Amandine said, pressing the stylish gadget to her ear and walking toward her car.

“Gotta earn my keep.”

“I keep you plenty busy with more important things. Like organizing yet another charity function.” Amandine hated fundraisers, but it was something she realized she needed to do as Gavin’s wife. She wasn’t an art teacher anymore.

Gavin picked up on the fifth ring. “Hey sweetie,” he said.

“I have—”

“I’m in the middle of something. Is it urgent or can I call you back?” he asked, speaking fast.

Did her pregnancy qualify as “urgent?” It might be better to wait until he had some time to digest the news. “Later is fine. Call me.”

“’Kay, bye.”

She handed the phone back to Brooke with a sigh. “He’s busy.”

“He’s always busy. You should’ve told him you want to talk now.” Brooke peered at Amandine. “If you’re calling him, it must be important.”

“It’s okay.” She should’ve known better than to call during the workday.

Brooke took the driver’s seat of the pearly Mercedes coupe Gavin had bought for Amandine on her last birthday and put on a pair of oversized sunglasses. They were shaped like butterfly wings. “I’ll drive. You just relax.”

“Thanks,” Amandine said, shoving some more conservative shades onto her own face. Brooke was one of the best drivers she knew. That was the only reason she’d been able to convince Gavin not to hire a chauffeur.

“So what is it? Not cancer or anything, right?”

Amandine choked, then started coughing. “Of course not. Why would you even think—?”

“Don’t give me that. You looked totally shell-shocked coming out of the doctor’s office.” Brooke’s short but artfully manicured green fingernails tapped the steering wheel. “And you hardly ever call Gavin at work.”

Amandine hesitated, then blurted, “I’m pregnant.”

“Wow! Seriously? Congratulations! I didn’t know you guys were planning to start a family.”

“He wasn’t.” She’d been wanting a family, a couple of children at least to fill their huge mansion, but somehow it had never come up. “I mean, we weren’t.”

“Uh-huh.”