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Ignoring the Kings was not an option. Did she want to fight another woman for Max? Cyn laughed aloud at that thought.
    “If you didn’t want him why did you wrap your legs around him in the garage like a horny teenager?” she mused aloud as she pulled back her bed covers.
    Her heart was light as her head hit the pillow. She wished Max was there beside her instead of at the King place. She wondered if his mind was on their forbidden tryst in the garage.

Chapter Eight
    M ax excused himself and went to his father’s study that night, claiming he had work to get done before they left for New York.
    Brooke pouted upstairs, knowing that Cyn was the reason he wouldn’t touch her while they were here. How fortunate he had been called back to New York. If she had waited one more day for him to return she wouldn’t have learned of this Cyn woman and she wouldn’t have come up the baby idea either.
    All in all it wasn’t a complete loss. She drifted off to sleep, sure in her position and the chains she would place upon Max. If he decided to visit his mama from time to time, she would always be with him or send their child along to keep Cyn at bay.
    Downstairs Max sipped his cognac and wondered how his life could turn upside down in just a few short weeks. He was Maxwell King, one of the richest and most powerful men in the country. He’d been around the world so many times in search of the good life.
    This whole time, the woman who was meant for him had been right here. Her long curtain of black hair. The curves that had perfected her body. Her concern for his mother and family, staying close to them over the years.
    She had her own business, never content to work for anyone. And her honesty, the way she’d told him to call her when he was free. He laughed at that memory. No woman on the planet would toss out such a line to him and drive away.
    Certainly not Brooke. When he thought of her, he hoped and prayed she was not truly pregnant and if she was that he was not the father. Brooke wasn’t exactly head over heels in love with him, he knew. She wanted all that came with being Mrs. Maxwell King. And she wanted it badly enough to lie, follow him around like a lapdog, and enlist his younger brother’s help whenever she could.
    Brooke was a material girl. And all he’d ever be to her would be a bank, even their child would be a commodity and he hated to think of it that way.
    No, he’d see her to New York, do what had to be done for her and for the business and hurry back to Cyn a free man, if she’d have him.
    His father’s death had changed something deep within. He wanted a life of adventure with the person he loved most. He wanted to see Cyn’s belly grow with their children. He wanted to give her a beautiful house and everything her heart desired. He had his own fortune now and his wild days were behind him. He’d found home in her arms. And it was a damned sight more exciting than any of the other things he’d tried in his playboy years.
    No, a money hungry liar like Brooke would never understand and so he’d have to give her what she wanted to a point. There would be no wedding. He still held most of the cards and she’d have to work a deal with him or walk away hoping she could do better on her own.
    Rhys knocked lightly on the door and Max welcomed him inside. It was good to see his brother come back home. He’d only spent the day of their father’s funeral before leaving again and their mama had needed them both.
    Rhys sat lazily in a chair by the fireplace and accepted a drink from his brother.
    “I imagine Brooke is happy to go back to New York.”
    Max stared at his brother.
    “How did you know?”
    Rhys smiled coldly.
    “I overheard your conversation earlier. Don’t you think mama would like to know about a baby, Max?”
    Max stood and paced the room.
    “There likely isn’t one. That’s why we’re going back tomorrow. Brooke can take me along to her doctor visits and I can know whether she is