âRyzard Vrbancic?â she managed faintly. Please no.
His gorgeous mouth twisted with ironic dismay. âAs you can see. Who are you?â
Of course she could see. Now that Tiffanyâs brain was beginning to function it was obvious this was the self-appointed President of Bregnovia. How did a name like Ryzard go from being something vaguely lethal to something noble and dynamic simply by encountering the man in person? How had she not sensed or realisedâ¦?
âThereâs been a mistake. Iâve made a mistake.â
And yet her body responded to being in his presence. Even though she wasnât drunk, and no music seduced her, her feet didnât want to move and her eyes kept being dragged back to his wide chest, where a sprinkle of hair had abraded her palms. His arms flexed as she watched, forcing memories of being caught protectively against him when the fireworks had started, then carried like a wilted Southern Belle when sex had been the only thing on their minds.
Warily she eyed him. âI didnât know who you were last night.â
âNo?â His brow kicked up, dismissing her claim as a lie.
âNo!â
âYou sleep with strangers often?â
âApparently you do, so donât judge me.â
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DANI COLLINS discovered romance novels in high school and immediately wondered how a person trained and qualified for that amazing job. She married her high school sweetheart, which was a start, then spent two decades trying to find her fit in the wide world of romance-writing, always coming back to Mills & Boon>® Modern⢠Romance.
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When sheâs not in her Fortress of Literature, as her family calls her writing office, she works, chauffeurs children to extra-curricular activities, and gardens with more optimism than skill. Dani can be reached through her website at www.danicollins.com
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CHAPTER ONE
TIFFANY DAVIS PRETENDED she wasnât affected by the hard stare her brother and father gave her when she entered her fatherâs office. It wasnât easy to let people she loved pass judgment on whether sheâd used sufficient concealer on her scars. Sometimes she wanted to throw the bottle of liquid beige into the trash and scream, There. This is what I look like now. Live with it.
But her brother had saved her life pulling her from the fiery car. He felt guilty enough for putting her in it. He still grieved for her groom, his best friend, and everything else Tiffany had lost. She didnât have to rub salt in his wounds.
Good girl, Tiff. Keep biting back what you really want to say. Itâs not like that got you into these skin grafts.
She came to a halt and sighed, thinking it was probably time for another visit to the head doctor if she was cooking up that sort of inner dialogue. But her harsh exhale caused both men to tense. Which made her want to rail all the louder.
Being angry all the time was a character shift for her. Even she had trouble dealing with it, so she shouldnât blame them for reacting like this. But it still fed her irritation.
âYes?â She clicked her teeth into a tight smile, attempting to hold on to her slipping patience.
âYou tell us. Whatâs this?â Christian kept his arms folded as he nodded at the large box sitting open on their fatherâs desk. The lid wore an international courierâs logo, and the contents appeared to be a taxidermistâs attempt to marry a raven to a peacock.
âThe feather boa you asked for last Christmas?â Lame joke, sure, but neither man so much as blinked. They only stared at her as if they were prying her open.