âWeâll be the only occupants at Cap du Mer,â Mac added.
Rory swallowed at the low, sexy note in his voice. Sheâd be alone with Mac, on a Caribbean island with warm, clear water and white beaches and palm trees. Utterly and absolutely alone. She wasnât sure whether the appropriate response was to be thrilled or terrified. Or both.
Sex and business donât mix, she told herself. Heâs your patient!
Sun, sea, sexy island ⦠sexy man.
Not liking the cocky look in his eyes, the glint that suggested that he knew exactly what she was thinking about, she lifted her nose. âWell, at least we wonât disturb the neighbors with your screams of pain when we start physio.â
âOr your screams of pleasure when I make you fall apart in my arms,â Mac replied without a secondâs hesitation.
Roryâs heart thumped in her chest but she kept her eyes locked on his, refusing to admit that he rattled her. That instead of making her furious, as it should, her entire body was humming in anticipation and was very on board with that idea.
Rory folded her arms and rocked on her heels. âI hate it when you say things like that.â
âNo, you donât. You hate it because it turns you on.â
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Trapped with the Maverick Millionaire is part of the From Mavericks to Married seriesâThree superfine hockey players finally meet their matches!
JOSS WOODâs passion for putting black letters on a white screen is only matched by her love of books and travelling (especially to the wild places of southern Africa) and, possibly, by her hatred of ironing and making school lunches.
Joss has written over sixteen books for the Mills & Boon KISS, Mills & Boon Presents and, most recently, Mills & Boon Desire lines.
After a career in business lobbying and local economic development, Joss now writes full-time. She lives in KwaZulu-Natal, South Africa, with her husband and two teenage children, surrounded by family, friends, animals and a ridiculous amount of books.
Joss is a member of the RWA (Romance Writers of America) and ROSA (Romance Writers of South Africa).
Prologue
Rory Kydd, dressed in a too-small T-shirt and battered pajama bottoms, walked into the kitchen of her sisterâs luxurious kitchen and looked at the dark screen of the TV sitting on the counter.
Her best friend, Troy, had texted to tell her the Vancouver Mavericks had won and there had been high drama during the post-game interview. She was tempted to turn on the TV to see what he was talking about but, because she had a paper due and exams loomingâand because she was trying not to think about one Maverick player in particularâshe decided to have a cup of coffee and go back to the books. But even if she didnât give in to temptation, it couldnât be denied, team newbies Kade Webb, Quinn Rayne and Mark âMacâ McCaskill were a handful both on and off the ice, and Vancouver had three new heroes.
Three young, unfairly talented and, it had to be said, stupidly good-looking heroes.
And the best-looking of the bunch, in her opinion, was dating her older sister Shay.
Rory poured herself a cup of coffee and leaned her butt against the counter. Shay and Mac made perfect sense, she told herself. Again. Shay was a model and a TV presenter. Mac was the supertalented, superfine center for the cityâs beloved hockey team. They were the perfect age, she was twenty-three and Mac a year older, and, according to the press, because they were both beautiful and successful, a perfect match.
It was all perfectly perfect.
Except that Rory wasnât convinced.
And that wasnât because Mac made her toes tingle and her stomach jump. It had nothing to do with her insane attraction to the man. No, sheâd spent enough time around Shay and Mac to see the cracks in their relationship, to know the bloom was off the rose and Shay was acting like a loon. Judging by Macâs wary, closed-off expression whenever Rory saw them together, Shay had him on the Crazy Express.
Rory would bet her last dollar Shay was feeling desperate, calling and texting relentlessly whenever they were apart. Since they both had such demanding careers, they were apart a lot.
Rory knew why Shay was insecure, why she couldnât trust a man. Rory had grown up in the same house as Shay. The difference between them was that Shay kept hoping there was one man out there who could be faithful and monogamous.
Rory was pretty damn sure that, like unicorns and the yeti, such a creature didnât exist.
Rory scowled and wrapped her hands around her mug. Shay hadnât told Mac why she was acting crazy, Rory was pretty sure of that. To complicate matters further, Rory and Mac had somehow become friends. Sadly, that was all they could ever be. He was too good-looking, too much of a celebrity, too far out of her league. She was a college student. He was a successful player, both on and off the ice... Oh, and that other little thingâhe was her sisterâs boyfriend!