Elizabeth Duke - The Parent Test

She marched back to the family room. The open door revealed Cam and his female guest sitting side by side on the sofa. The woman, in a tight black dress that showed off her very noticeable curves, was swaying towards Cam, her glossy red lips pouting in invitation, her long dark hair cascading over her slender shoulders…and over Cam’s left arm.

Another ravishing brunette! Roxy’s blue eyes glinted. Was there no end to Cam’s procession of flashy brunettes? Or was this one the last of a long line? The chosen one?

Her thoughts grew blacker than ever.

Cam, she noticed as he glanced up, had some papers on his lap. She felt her heart constrict. Were he and his dark-eyed bimbo in the process of applying for a marriage license? Were these the papers they had to sign?

‘Ah, Roxy…come in.’ Cam swept the papers aside and jumped up. ‘My secretary has just popped in with some documents for me to go through. Since I’ve had Emma to look after, I’ve been doing quite a bit of work at home,’ he explained, to her secret relief. ‘I wanted to give my niece a chance to get used to having me around all the time.’

All the time… Roxy met the challenge in his eyes. He was reminding her that he intended to keep his niece. I intend to get married as soon as I can, he’d told her.

Her eyes strayed to the shapely brunette, who was rising with feline grace from the sofa. His secretary, he’d said. How convenient for him, she thought, hiding a wave of cynicism behind cool blue eyes.

‘Mirella…’ Cam turned back to the brunette with a smile that made Roxy reflect bitterly, Why can’t he smile at me like that? Like he did…once, long ago? ‘This is Emma’s aunt…Roxy Warren. Roxy’s just come back from America…and before that she was at a dig in northern Mexico. She’s an archeologist.’

Not, Roxy noted sourly, ‘She was an archeologist.’ Cam still refused to believe that she was serious about giving up her overseas field trips.

‘Roxy…’ He turned back to her, catching her eye before she had time to hide the hostility in hers. ‘This is Mirella Brazzi, who works for me at the Wollongong plant. She—’ He stopped, his head swinging round. ‘Ah! The baby’s awake. Mirella, would you mind if—’

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