Henri needed to touch her, to wrap her in his arms.
She was sexyâa tangle of tousled hair and pure fire. And in this settingâin the middle of the garden in that peach dressâshe looked like a nymph those classical artists were always capturing.
He could sense the answering awareness in her, a heat sheâd denied too often these past months. Now, extending a hand, he trailed it along the length of her lithe arm. Gentle pressure, the kind that used to drive her wild with anticipation. She turned to face him, leaning into his light touch.
Reaching for her hand, he threaded his fingers through hers, locking them together in that one, small way. He was holding on to her.
Could he hold on to them?
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Reunited with the Rebel Billionaire is part of the Bayou Billionaires series: Secrets and scandal are a Cajun family legacy for the Reynaud brothers!
One
Fiona Harper-Reynaud was married to American Sports magazineâs âHottest Athlete of the Yearâ for two years running.
She hadnât married the New Orleans Hurricanesâ star quarterback for his looks. In fact, sheâd always been drawn to the academic sort more than the jock type. But when that jock happened to be visiting an art gallery fund-raiser sheâd been hosting for her father, sheâd been intrigued. When Henri Reynaud had shown an appreciation and understanding of the nuances of botanic versus scenic art, sheâd fallen hook, line and sinker into those dreamy, intelligent dark eyes of his. His eyes were the color of coffee and carried just as strong a jolt.
Still, sheâd held back because of her own history with relationships, and yes, two broken engagements. Held back for all of a couple of weeks. And ever since then her life hadnât stopped spiraling out of control.
Sure, theyâd eloped because theyâd thought she was pregnant. But sheâd loved him so intensely, so passionately, reason scattered like petals from a windswept azalea. They hadnât realized until it was too late they had no substantive foundation in their marriage when difficult times came their way. And what little base theyâd built upon had crumbled quickly.
Especially right now.
In two short hours, Fiona would be greeting the elite community of New Orleans for her latest fund-raiser, purely in a volunteer capacity. Any time a foundation offered to pay, she donated the funds back to the charity. She believed deeply in the causes she supported and was grateful to have the wealth and time to help.
But the pressure of the high-glitz affair wasnât what rattled her. The doctor visit today had her scared, and more determined than ever she couldnât continue a marriage built on anything but love. Certainly not built only on obligation.
She switched her phone to speaker and placed it on the antique dresser, one of many beautiful pieces in the home she shared with Henri in New Orleansâs gracious and historic Garden District. Her eyes lingered on the crystal-framed photograph of her with Henri from a trip theyâd taken to Paris a few years back. Their smiles caught her off guard.
Had her life ever been that happy? The version of herself in the photograph felt like a stranger now.
Sheâd been so focused on the photograph, she almost forgot she was on the phone with Adelaide, her future sister-in-law and longtime personal assistant to Henriâs half brother Dempsey. At long last the two were engaged. Their love had taken longer to bloom, unlike Henriâs impulsive proposal to Fiona.
Blinking, Fiona shifted her attention back to the conversation. To her family. She internally laughed at that thought. Family implied closeness and solidarity. Instead of that, she felt numbingly alone and isolated.
And there was no reason for that. The Reynaud family was large and the majority of them resided right here in New Orleans. Two of her husbandâs brothers lived in a private compound of homes on Lake Pontchartrain. And theyâd be at that compound tonight for the fund-raiser.
Star athletes, celebrities and politicians would gather and mingle for Fionaâs newest cause. Conversation would fill the air. And if her past events were any indication, she would raise the funds necessary to open up the new animal shelter.