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telling the truth, even then I’d want a paternity test since we weren’t exactly monogamous.”
    Rhys sipped his drink.
    “Throwing her over for Cyn might not be such a good move, Max. Cyn is nothing but this little town we grew up in. She owns a salon, that’s about it. At least Brooke comes from a more desirable background.”
    Max knocked his brother’s drink from his hand.
    “You keep your mouth shut about Cyn. You don’t know the first thing about her. And if you think Brooke’s so great, you can marry her.”
    Rhys laughed then.
    “Me, marry Brooke? I’d rather not put my dick where my brother’s has been, thank you.”
    Max scowled and stalked away from Rhys before a real fight started.
    “Once you step down and promote me, the world is my oyster, brother. And you will, you know. I have secrets about you. Ones that Cyn might like to know and ones that Brooke would pay to know. You see, I’ve had to fend off all the pretenders while you stayed here grieving. Done with that. Rhys King is next in line. It’s my turn.”
    Max stared at his brother, disgusted by what he had become. There was never any doubt Rhys would be the next in line. Why did he think he needed secrets about his big brother to get what he wanted?
    “I’m out of here before I hit you in the head, son. You better keep your mouth shut. Your name isn’t on that corner office just yet.”
    Max left the room and walked out to the garage. He wondered if he could push the pick up far enough down the road so no one would hear it start. He knew where Cyn lived. A night with her would help him get through his time in New York breaking free from Brooke.

Chapter Nine
    C yn heard the insistent knocks on her door but her dream registered them as something else. Fireworks! Founders Day Fireworks!
    She lay on a blanket beside Max, their hands twined together, their laughter swallowed by the crowd around them. Cyn watched as a toddler walked past, her steps uneven, her ice cream cone threatening to tumble from her hand.
    The sky above was inky black and the explosions overhead were glorious. She sat up and Max sat with her, his hand in her back pocket.
    She leaned against him and saw his lips move. He was yelling Cyn!
    She roused from her dream to find he was at her door, calling her name. She threw on her robe and pushed the hair from her eyes. Her bedside clock read 1:35 in its angry red letters. She stumbled to the door before Max woke up everyone on Willow Lane.
    Her heart thrilled that he was here but why at such a late hour? Surely Brooke should have him on lock down at the King house.
    She opened the door and he slipped inside. The cool air and the scent of citrus filled her nose and she smiled. It was the smell of her Max.
    He stepped over her threshold and took her in his arms, kissing her like a man looking for water in the desert. She wanted to ask him so many questions but he was as hungry for her now as he had been in the garage earlier that day.
    Cyn pulled away and placed a hand on his chest.
    “I want this more than anything, Max, I do. But what about Brooke? I know what you said but…”
    Max pulled her roughly into the circle of his arms and teased her lips until she gave in to her desire. The kiss was long and deep and his hands roamed her body, caressing her through the thin fabric of her robe.
    Cyn moaned against her will. She broke the connection again, her head swimming with desire. Max smiled as he slipped a hand inside her robe and palmed the weight of one perfect orb, his thumb teasing the swollen proof of her need.
    “This is mine, Cyn. And I want it. Now.”
    She sighed and leaned against him for support as he rolled her aching nipple between two fingers. Her mind fought for control before her body completely betrayed her.
    “I’m not going to be second place, Max.”
    He dropped his hands to her hips. Cyn whimpered at the loss of stimulation.
    “You could never be second place, Cyn. I’m here, not in Brooke’s bed.