“Excuse me, I’d like to go back to the house.”
For a long second or two, she thought he wasn’t going to move. In a dire need to get away, she pushed through the narrow space he’d left her, miscalculated and felt her breasts brush against his shirt as she tried to pass him.
Steve straightened a little too late. Triss stumbled over his foot, and his hands closed about her upper arms.
For a moment they stood together in the stone doorway, bodies touching, Steve’s chin only an inch from her temple. She could hear—even feel—the harsh intake of his breath, smell clean clothing and soap and a faint, frightening seductive male skin-scent.
In irrational panic she clenched her fists and raised them, thumping his chest. “Let me go!”
He swung her to the outside of the doorway with easy strength, then released her, saying, “Glad to, but are you sure that’s what you want?”
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Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Steve knew the moment Triss Allardyce saw him, across her husband’s grave as the coffin was lowered into the earth.
The glazed look disappeared from her clear blue eyes that held no hint of tears, and they widened with shock.
Steve felt a savage kick of satisfaction. One black brow rose a fraction in involuntary acknowledgment, and a muscle in his tightly clenched jaw twitched a corner of his mouth into a grim semblance of a half smile.
Triss made a tiny movement, as though she would have recoiled but for the somber-faced, very young men standing close on either side of her, and the crowd of people pressing about them. Then she wrenched her gaze from Steve and turned to take a single white rose from another teenager proffering a basket of flowers.
Shining, pale-honey hair fell forward and hid her face when she stepped up to cast the flower into the grave. Other mourners filed past while she stood nearby, accepting their kisses and handshakes and murmurs of sympathy.
Steve stooped for a handful of earth. Prettifying the ceremony with flowers didn’t make Magnus’s death any easier for those who had loved and respected him. Those like Steve and the boys—for they weren’t much more—now gathered protectively about the supposedly grieving widow.
She’d sat in the front row of the church straight-backed and perfectly still while a hulking adolescent beside her sobbed into his hands. Following the coffin out afterward, she had remained pale and composed and apparently unmoved even when one of the youngsters accompanying her burst into a Maori karakia, the lament sending a shiver up Steve’s spine with its haunting passion and forcing him to swallow hard on a suddenly obstructed throat.
At the graveside she’d appeared more bored than stricken with sorrow, a faraway look in her eyes as though her mind was otherwise occupied.
Steve was tempted to skip the drinks and food offered after the funeral but Magnus’s lawyer who had phoned him in Los Angeles to give him the news, had seemed anxious to ensure Steve’s presence, saying they needed a private meeting.
“At the funeral?” Steve had queried.
“Mrs. Allardyce has agreed we can use one of the rooms at Kurakaha House. She’d like to get the business out of the way.”
She’d like to get him out of the way, Steve figured. Magnus must have mentioned him in his will.
He hoped Magnus had protected the House and its work from his wife’s—widow’s—money-grubbing hands.
Beautiful hands, he had to admit when she extended one to him as he entered the big, carpeted double room, already filled with mourners engaged in muted chatter. As beautiful as the rest of her, which had changed little during the six years since he’d seen her last. She’d cut her hair shorter, just below chin level, and maybe lost a little weight, or possibly the clinging black sheath that she wore without adornment falsely lent that impression.
“I’m glad you came, Steve.” Her voice was as cool as the smooth fingers he held briefly in his.
Liar, he thought, biting back a sardonic laugh. She’d have been happy never to have laid eyes on him again.
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