Darius Spencer has a dark past that he's kept a closely guarded secret, very few people have ever heard his real story and he plans to keep it that way. After surviving a hellish childhood, he's now living the dream life where everything he touches turns to gold. But something's missing. He doesn't quite know what until a simple letter from a teenage boy brings Nathalie Adler into his life. A woman who just might fill up the empty places inside him, if only he could ever be worthy of her love. When a man has more money than he could possibly spend in five lifetimes, Nathalie has to ask herself what Darius Spencer could possibly want from a woman like her? She's learned the hard way that rich men always get what they want no matter the cost. If it was just herself she had to worry about, Nathalie would manage, but she's guardian to her younger brother who depends on her everything. After nearly losing his life in a car crash, she's vowed never let anyone hurt him ever again.
Darius Spencer has a dark past that he's kept a closely guarded secret, very few people have ever heard his real story and he plans to keep it that way. After surviving a hellish childhood, he's now living the dream life where everything he touches turns to gold. But something's missing. He doesn't quite know what until a simple letter from a teenage boy brings Nathalie Adler into his life. A woman who just might fill up the empty places inside him, if only he could ever be worthy of her love.
When a man has more money than he could possibly spend in five lifetimes, Nathalie has to ask herself what Darius Spencer could possibly want from a woman like her? She's learned the hard way that rich men always get what they want no matter the cost. If it was just herself she had to worry about, Nathalie would manage, but she's guardian to her younger brother who depends on her everything. After nearly losing his life in a car crash, she's vowed never let anyone hurt him ever again.
Still, sometimes Nathalie can't help but long to change her story from one of an always-cautious woman to an adventurous tale of a heroine who's wild and free especially when Darius' kisses and caresses makes her utterly craziness. And as he begins to reveal his story to her, she discovers that he's so much more than just another wealthy, privileged man. He's kind and giving, and he fills up all the spaces inside of her heart that have been empty for so long.
Together, can they rewrite their stories into a happily-ever-after that neither of them had previously thought was possible?
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* BOOK ONE: CRAZY WILDNESS *
Darius Spencer gunned the engine of his classic Chevrolet Camaro RS/SS (1969) and the rush of speed exploded through his veins.
He had built a billion-dollar luxury goods business by respecting his customers, his suppliers, his business partners, and his employees. After he'd learned the hard way as a kid how lies and cruelty could ruin a life, he'd worked like hell to turn his own around. Today, though his meeting was with a kid instead of a power player, he was just as intent on getting there on time.
And if that meant pushing the powerful car even faster, all the better.
Zion Adler's letter to Darius had been scrawled on spiral notebook paper that looked like it had been ripped out of an elementary school binder. Having watched Darius's clip on the TV show Hot Cars, Zion had written that he loved cars, had seen every movie and TV show ever made about cars, and begged to see Darius's collection.
The boy's longing had touched something in Darius that he couldn't define. And only a total jerk would say no.
Powering into the turn off the freeway, his tires spat gravel while the back end held firm as he blew through the open gates of the municipal airport on the San Martin Gardens. The speed sent another rush through him-a rush that he'd always needed, lately more than ever.
Down the row of hangars, the two specks ahead coalesced into a woman and a young man, taller than she was and younger, too-a teen. The boy was bouncing on his feet with nervous energy.
Darius had been expecting an eight-year-old. Could this teenager be Zion? Darius took his foot off the gas and tapped the brakes, slowing as individual features came into focus. The two had similar bone structure, but where the teenager had brown hair, the woman was blond, and not out of a bottle, either.
Rolling to a stop beside them, Darius focused on her, the bump in his pulse having nothing to do with his earlier burst of speed. It was all about her-the lush lips, the blond hair cascading in waves over her shoulders, and the business suit that failed to disguise her sweet curves. She wasn't dressed Saturday casual the way Darius was, but all straitlaced and buttoned up. The hair gave her away, though, flowing free and sexy in the breeze blowing off the bay.
"Mr. Spencer, Mr. Spencer!" The teen began waving his arms, practically jumping out of his sneakers. In one hand, he gripped an orange spiral notebook, shaking it wildly. It could very well have contained the torn-out page Darius had in his jeans pocket.
So this was Zion Adler. He had to be seventeen or eighteen, even though the printing in the letter had been, at best, at a third grade level, and the tone was the same, one of an exuberant child on a mission.
Darius climbed out of the restored white Challenger. The car was the reason he'd almost been late. He'd been up in San Martin that morning checking over a shipment of roe. An exclusive from Greece, he'd paid a fortune for it and had done the inspection himself. Driving the Chevrolet Camaro to this meeting had been a last-minute decision, and the Bay Area traffic had been bumper-to-bumper on the detour back to his home in Lyrcius Valley to pick up the car. Spring was here, and everyone seemed to be out for a drive on the first clear, sunny Saturday in weeks.
Fortunately, the excitement on the boy's face as he raced around the car was worth the extra trouble.
"Wowowowow." Zion spoke so fast it was almost one word.
"Zion, calm down," the woman said, but she was smiling at the boy as she did so. Her voice was as smooth as the award-winning Japanese single malt whiskey Darius imported.
If Zion had been younger, she could have been his mother-the same nose, the same blue eyes. But at somewhere in her late twenties, she was far too young to be the mother of an eighteen-year-old.
"I'm Darius," he said as he left Zion to his raptures over the car for a few moments and turned to focus his attention on her. "Darius Spencer."
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Spencer."
She shook his hand and he was struck not only by the strength of her handshake, but also by how soft her skin was. So soft that he didn't want to let go, especially when he caught the flicker of awareness-and heat-that sparked in her eyes when they touched.
"I'm Nathalie Adler." She carefully drew her hand away from his. "My brother Zion is obviously too excited for a proper introduction." She smiled fondly again at her brother, who was kneeling to study the rim on the right rear tire, lovingly running one finger over it. "I really appreciate your taking the time to show us your car collection. With your busy schedule, we don't want to keep you too long."
"First of all, call me Darius. And second, it's my pleasure." He hadn't expected to meet a gorgeous woman-and single, judging by her bare left hand-here today. She had no idea just how great a pleasure this meeting had turned out to be.
But Darius knew firsthand that there was nothing simple about affection...and that it wasn't necessarily a given between family members. Zion was very lucky indeed to have Nathalie as a sister.
"I've also seen the new Transformers: Age of Distinction." Zion said the last word carefully and Darius didn't have the heart to correct it to Extinction. "That chase with the evil bad cars was cool," Zion enthused, his eyes wide.
Nathalie didn't correct the movie title, either. Or maybe she didn't know the difference, given that Darius didn't see her as a Transformers fan. Besides, maybe distinction was a better word in this case, considering that Nathalie Adler was already a woman of distinction in Drake's estimation-both because of how well she treated her brother and the way her natural beauty shone through despite the rather severe outfit.
"Was having the same last name as the star of Vanishing Point what got you started as a car enthusiast, Zion?"
"Cars are cool. I can't drive, but if I could, I'd go fast fast fast." Zion didn't quite answer the question, and again, there was that odd cadence in his speech.
"I like to go fast, too," Darius agreed wholeheartedly.
There was nothing like speed to make you feel alive. Darius knew he'd never completely outrun his past, and that he'd always be his father's son no matter how much he wished he wasn't. Nonetheless, he'd worked long, hard years to put as much of his past behind him as he could, with all his focus, drive, and energy bent on taking control of his future.
For a good decade or more, success had been enough for him. Yet in the last few months, something had changed-a feeling of emptiness that working harder hadn't been able to fix. When even millions in profits from a new product couldn't get him excited, a fast ride was the only sure-fire way to get his blood pumping again.
Until now, at least, when Nathalie Adler was having the exact same impact on him.
"He's always liked cars," Nathalie answered for Zion. "I can't say I feel the same way." She offered an apologetic smile and politely said, "But the collection we saw on TV is impressive."
Would she be equally polite in the bedroom? Mr. Spencer, could you please touch me here?
Jesus, that thought was hot. So hot that he forced himself to push it away, since they were standing in front of her brother.
"When you're able to drive," Darius said, turning back to Zion, "I'm sure you'll want to obey all the traffic rules." But his tone was tongue-in-cheek. At Zion's age, he'd broken all the rules. Now he made his own.
Darius found himself wondering what kind of rules Nathalie had...and which ones she might be willing to break with him.
"I can't drive." Zion's brow knit seriously. "Nathalie drives me. But she doesn't like to go fast. Not like we do." He nudged Darius's arm with his elbow as if they were a conspiracy of two.
Nathalie smiled indulgently, and Darius could easily guess that Zion had told her to go faster one too many times. She didn't offer an explanation as to why Zion couldn't drive, but Darius had realized by now that while the boy might be in his late teens physically, his mental capacity hadn't caught up for some reason.
She glanced at her watch. "In the interest of time, maybe we should look at the cars."
Darius smiled at her as he said, "I have all afternoon."
He didn't actually have much time at all to spare, but like hell if he was rushing this meeting. Not only because he wanted some time to get to know Nathalie better before he asked her out, but also because Zion was bouncing on his toes again, bursting with excitement. Darius understood that kind of passion, and appreciated it.
"I store six cars here," Zion told them both. He had eight more classics in Lyrcius Valley, plus his personal vehicles.
Zion opened his notebook, flipping through, then held up a picture pasted to a page. "James Bond. Toyota 2000 GT. I love James Bond car collections."
"Sorry, buddy, I don't have that one here." Darius kept that car at home because the Toyota 2000 GT was great on the rural roads of Lyrcius Valley, like driving through the Russian countryside of a Bond movie.
The boy's features drooped. But not for long. "That's okay, Darius. I love the Chevrolet Camaro, too."
Smiling at Zion's eagerness, Darius opened a metal box on the hangar wall and punched in the security code. When the red light flashed to green, he tapped another button for the roll-up door. Inside, two rows of overhead lights popped on one after another, stretching to the back of the hangar, spotlighting each classic car in turn.
"Wow." Zion's voice went soft with awe.
Nathalie merely smiled her appreciation, though not with Zion's delight. She was clearly the indulgent older sister, here to make her brother happy, and Darius liked that about her. Liked it as much as he liked looking at her.
Zion tiptoed between the two rows of cars arranged at an angle, each ready to be driven out of the hangar at a moment's notice. Rolling tool chests lined the metal walls, along with a couple of floor jacks for lifting the cars. Darius had a full-time mechanic, Lake, who kept the engines tuned and clean, and the bodies spotless. Lake worked both here at the airport and out at Darius Lyrcius Valley property.
"mercury cougar 1967," Zion recited as if he'd memorized a list. "Wow." His gaze was bright in the lights shining down on him as he held his notebook close to his chest, his mouth open slightly.
First on the left, the Mercury Cougar 1967 was sea blue in color. Darius had thought about topping the paint job with a black racing stripe, but Lake had rolled his eyes heavenward as if commiserating with the paint gods, then asked if Darius wanted to be like everyone else. Of course, Darius had never been like anyone else, and Lake had an excellent eye. The sea blue finish was like glass.
"It's a very nice car," Nathalie said in that polite voice that totally revved Darius's engine. "And it looks brand new."
"It's a kit car," Darius explained. "I had all the parts shipped here, and assembled it from the frame up. It's a replica of a '67 mercury cougar." The project had taken a year. He could have done it faster, but he'd enjoyed the work and hadn't wanted to rush. There was pleasure not merely in the end result, but in watching something grow.
"You built this yourself?" She looked surprised to hear it. She ran a finger along the finish, as if finally perceiving the beauty that Darius saw.
"Cars are my thing."
Very few people knew Darius's story-that he'd been barely eight years old when his father had taught him how to hotwire his first stolen car, with illegal drag racing coming a handful of years later. It wasn't until Darius had turned eighteen that he'd vowed to turn his life around. Now, though he still spent his free time playing with cars, he always did it on the right side of the law.
"What's that one?" She pointed to the model opposite.
"Ford mustang 1969," Zion said before Darius could supply the answer.
"He's been studying you. Your classic car collection, I mean."
Maybe she was afraid he'd think her brother was coming across like a stalker, but it was the farthest thing from Darius's mind. On the contrary, he was flattered. Zion seemed so open, so hopeful, so happy. All the things Darius had never been in his youth. He couldn't actually say he felt those emotions now either, despite how far he'd come from the derelict New York neighborhood of his childhood.
He also liked watching the bond between the two of them, the way Nathalie looked at Zion, the light but warm touches, her affection easy to read on her face. The bonds of blood could be meaningless-or worse, they could utterly destroy you if you let them-but Nathalie clearly loved her brother with everything she had.
Darius had the same kind of connection with the Baddrick Brothers Club. That's what the seven of them-Hector, Argus, Ares, Perseus, Apollo, Achilles and Darius-called themselves. The Baddrick Brothers Group. Back in New York, they'd been seven kids brought together by misfortune and neglect. Their bond had been forged in need, not by blood. Most people believed blood relations automatically deserved devotion, but he knew better. Devotion had to be earned, and family and blood didn't go hand in hand, not in his experience. Sally and George Beischel-Hector' parents, who had taken them all in-were exceptions, just as Nathalie Adler and her brother were.
"Is that a kit car, too?" she asked, gesturing toward the Lotus.
"No. It's the real thing."
Zion moved down the line, Nathalie following, her arms crossed. Her high-heeled shoes tapped on the concrete with every step, her hair shifting across her shoulders, the light from above catching the changing hues of blond.
"Oh man, a 1977 Lotus Esprit" Zion turned to smile brilliantly at Darius. "McLaren."
"Right." Darius cocked a thumb at Nathalie. "Maybe you'd better tell your sister what that means." He winked conspiratorially, while hoping Zion knew the answer. It wasn't his intention to embarrass the boy.
Sure enough, he knew. "McLaren 600 LT" Zion's voice echoed, overly loud in the hangar, from his excitement. With that, he sprinted down the center aisle, pointing as he went. "1968 Lamborghini Espada." The gold tones of the car gleamed under the lights. "1962 Ferrari GTO." And finally to the last one. " 1957 Ferrari 335 S Spider ."
Nathalie beamed. "He got them all right." She was clearly proud, and Darius experienced an ache under his ribcage that he hadn't felt since his mother died when he was six.
They made him want in. In on their bond. In on the pride and adoration in Nathalie's gaze.
Watching Nathalie and her brother together made him need things he hadn't craved in thirty years. His father had bullied those cravings out of him.
Nathalie's gaze was still on her brother, the light of some special emotion shining in her eyes, when he asked them both, "You want a ride?"
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