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Without a word, he guided her to
straddle him. Shins resting on the cushion, she dragged the back of
her hand down his chiseled features. In the firelight, his eyes
were darker, and still, they made her belly clench with need.
    “I want you to stay.”
    She lowered her hand to the hard planes of his
chest. “But?”
    “My son will be home soon. She has this tendency to
bring him early.”
    London didn’t want it to end, this time between
them. “I’ll get my things.” She wasn’t a clingy woman, and they
didn’t exactly have a deep, meaningful relationship going on here.
He gripped her hips, keeping her anchored to him.
    “London.”
    It was the anguish in her name that stopped her from
struggling to remove herself from his lap. She held him tightly,
arms around his neck and burying her face in the hair on his head.
Soft and silky with the scent of freshness. She didn’t ask him to
elaborate. Everyone had demons. She was a nurturer, and she
couldn’t, wouldn’t , leave him when he wanted her to stay.
Even if he didn’t voice those exact words.
    ***
    “Papá!”
    Piers snapped up in bed, eyes darting around for
London. Damn it! I knew we shouldn’t have come back to bed. I
lost track of time, and now, my son is home.
    Words that were easier said than done. With her lush
body, all he’d wanted to do was savor every incredible inch. They’d
gone for another marathon of sex until lunch then had fallen
asleep. He shook those thoughts away and climbed from the bed.
    Where is she?
    Pants clearing his hips, he’d just reached for his
shirt when Javier ran in the room, his grandmother not far behind.
With a hug to his boy, Piers turned to greet his ex-mother-in-law.
He pulled on his shirt then picked up his son again.
    “Carla.” What is she doing up here? Her dark
eyes darted around the room, and he arched an eyebrow. “Looking for
something?”
    “A bit early to be in bed, isn’t it? It’s barely
suppertime.”
    Placing his son on the floor, he brushed a hand over
his head. “Hungry?”
    “Yes.”
    “I’ll meet you in the kitchen, then.”
    “Okay.” Javier scampered off.
    I wish he’d show some of that outgoing attitude
away from the house. The moment the boy was gone, Piers glared
at the woman there, dressed in expensive clothes and jewels. “Do
you have a reason other than being a bitch to come upstairs in my
house and act like I am doing something wrong?” He crossed his
arms.
    “It’s barely six.” Condemnation laced her tone.
    “And you said you were keeping him until after
supper.” Apparently, London wasn’t downstairs.
    Her smile turned venomous. “Did I interrupt your
torrid plans by bringing your son home early?”
     
    “Not at all, but you have no reason to come to my
room.” Be nice, just for Javier’s sake.
    “My grandson misses his mother. He doesn’t need you
shoving your whores in his face. It was bad enough you paraded them
through when my precious daughter was alive.”
    Interesting color, rage. A rich, churning red, much
like chum in the water or blood after a shark feeding frenzy.
    “I may not be…I wasn’t the best husband,” he
said, voice low and dangerous. “I will admit that. However, unlike
your daughter, I remained faithful to my vows. You would do well to
check your facts before you come into my house accusing me of inappropriate behavior. I’m a widower. If I want a
relationship with someone, I’m allowed. I know you want to take
Javier, but I refuse to give him up.” His voice dropped lower
still. “Keep down this road you’re on, Carla, and you’ll never see him again.”
    “You wouldn’t,” she gasped.
    “In a heartbeat. I’m not funding your need for the
newest and best of everything. I know you’ve cleaned out what your
daughter had in her private account. I won’t give you more.” He
stepped closer to her. “Keep pushing me, you won’t like the results
any more than those I faced in the Octagon did.”
    “We’re his grandparents.