Sandra Marton - Cole Cameron's Revenge

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Faith knew there would be a price for Cole Cameron's support of her child, and she was right! The bad-boy-turned-multimillionaire, whom she hadn't seen for nine long years, demanded that she share his bed–as his wife!Cole had never forgiven Faith for marrying his brother. Now he was claiming her at last! But how long could his new bride hide the truth about the past? And that the child Cole thought was his brother's–was his!

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Cole laughed. “Scratch the surface and find the truth. The lady bit is only skin deep.”

“Let go of me. Let go, or so help me, I’ll—”

“What? What will you do?”

His hands slid from her shoulders to her wrists. She winced and he knew he was hurting her but he didn’t care. She’d hurt him far worse, not that it mattered anymore. He’d been over her for a long time, purged himself of the memory of her scent and taste in the arms of a hundred other women. What he couldn’t get past was knowing that she’d made him hate his brother for so many years, and for what? There wasn’t a way in hell she’d ever been worth the pain she’d caused.

“What did you figure, Faith? That maybe, if you were lucky, I’d never come back? That way, you’d get it all. The name, the money…”

She was crying now, tears he knew were supposed to melt his heart and turn him to clay in her hands. She’d wept in his arms that night he’d made love to her.

“Don’t, sweetheart,” he’d whispered, feeling clumsy and helpless, afraid he’d hurt her, and she’d kissed him and said she was crying because she was so happy, because of how it felt to belong to him, at last.

“I didn’t want any of it. Not the name, not the money…”

“Sure you didn’t.” Cole clasped her face, forced it up to his. “You married my brother because you fell head over heels in love with him. Oh, yeah. I’ll just bet you did.”

“I told you. I don’t give a damn what you believe—”

“Did you sleep with him right away? Or did you tease him, the way you teased me?” He gave a quick laugh. “You were some actress, baby. You had me thinking that waiting was my idea, not yours.”

“I was a fool to have gotten involved with you. Everybody said you were no good. I should have believed them!”

“That’s why you and I made such a good pair. Neither of us was worth a damn.”

“I hate you, Cole Cameron. And I’m glad you came back because I’ve waited years and years to tell you that. I hate you, hate you, hate—”

Cole drove his hands into her hair, knotted the silky curls in his fingers. “That’s not what you said that last night.”

“Don’t do this. Don’t—”

“‘Touch me,’ you said. ‘Kiss me,’ you said. ‘Make love to me,’ you said—”

“I was young.” She was panting now, struggling wildly against him, conscious of the hardness and strength of his body, of his scent, his heat. “And I was foolish. I thought you were special, that you—”

“You thought I was your ticket out. Tell me, were you really a virgin, Faith? Or was it all make-believe, the way you blushed as I undressed you, the way you trembled in my arms?”

“I wish I’d never met you. I wish—”

“You were good, I’ll give you that.” His arms went around her and he pulled her tightly against him so that she could feel what she’d done to him. It was her fault that even the memory of that night could still turn him hard as stone. “You on your back, me inside you—” His gaze dropped to her parted lips, then lifted to her eyes. “Do you remember, Faith? How it felt when I moved against you? How it was to taste yourself on my mouth?”

A sob broke from her throat. “I hope there’s a special place in hell for you.”

“There probably is. And you can bet you’ll be there with me.” His hands tightened in her hair and he urged her head up. “Faith,” he said thickly, and suddenly it was that night all over again, he could feel the need twisting inside him, feel the heat building in his blood…

Dammit! What was he doing? Cole let go of her, swung away, opened the door—and almost walked into Sam Jergen.

“There you are,” the lawyer said. “You folks all right? My secretary said…” His voice faded as he looked from Cole to Faith. “Well,” he said, and cleared his throat, “maybe we ought to take a break for a minute or two.”

“No,” Cole said.

“No,” Faith said, in the same breath. “Just get this over with.” She turned toward Jergen. Her heart felt as if it were trying to beat its way out of her breast but she forced a polite smile to her lips. “You should have told me we weren’t going to be meeting alone.”

“The will concerns you both, Mrs. Cameron. I thought it would save time if we discussed the provisions together.”

“Discuss them, then, but this is all a technicality. I’m familiar with the terms of my late husband’s will.”

“I see.” Jergen ran a finger under his collar. “All its terms?”

“Of course.”

The lawyer heaved a relieved sigh. “Well, that disposes of that. But there are other factors…”

“What other factors?” She thought of Peter, waiting at home. “I have things to do.”

“What she means,” Cole said lazily, “is she wants to know exactly how much she inherits.” He smiled. “Am I right?”

“Okay. That’s it.” Faith headed toward the door. She knew she was making a mistake, letting her emotions take over, but too much was happening. The shock of seeing Cole again. The anger he could still stir in her. His conceit in thinking he could still make her respond to him…and the horror of knowing that maybe, oh maybe, he was right. “Seeing us together may have suited you, Mr. Jergen, but I don’t want any part of it. You can call me when you’re free.”

“From bereaved widow to outraged client.” Cole clapped his hands in slow cadence. “What a performance.”

She whirled toward him. “Listen, you no good son of a—”

“Mrs. Cameron. Mr. Cameron.” Jergen held up his hands. “Please. Calm down.”

“The lady’s in a hurry, Sam.” Cole looked at Faith. He was still smiling, but what she saw in his eyes made her breath catch. “So let’s cut to the bottom line. Hold off on counting your money, baby.”

“You’re insulting, do you know that?”

“You’re not getting it. Not one penny.” He folded his arms, rocked back a little on his heels. “I intend to fight my brother’s will in court.”

Faith stared at the man she’d once thought she loved, the man she hated with every bone in her body. You don’t have to fight it, she wanted to say. You can have the money, every cent…But there was Peter to consider, and the new life she had to make for him.

“Mr. Jergen?” she said softly, her eyes locked to Cole’s face. “Can he do that?”

“He can do whatever he wishes, Mrs. Cameron. But—”

“Forget the ‘but,’ Jergen.” Cole unfolded his arms and came slowly toward her. She wanted to back away but she knew what a mistake it would be to show him any sign of weakness. “I’m going to fight it, and I don’t care if it means the estate is tied up in litigation forever. That would suit me just fine. Watching you spend whatever money you already stole on court battles for the next umpteen years would be a pleasure.”

“Mr. Cameron. Please. If you’d let me speak—”

“Jergen, when I want your legal advice…” Cole let out a breath. “All right. What is it?”

The lawyer looked from one of them to the other. “There’s nothing to fight in court,” he said softly. “What I’ve been trying to tell you is that there isn’t any money left to inherit.”

CHAPTER THREE

FAITH stared at Sam Jergen. He had his finger inside his shirt collar again and from the look on his face, she knew he wanted to be anywhere but in this office.

“I don’t understand,” she said carefully. “What do you mean, there’s no money?”

“I mean exactly what I said, Mrs. Cameron. The money is gone. Well, unless you want to count maybe two thousand dollars that’s in your husband’s checking account…”

“That’s impossible!” Cole’s voice was whip-sharp. “You’ve made a mistake.”

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