RO

ed to his office while he gave me instructions on some errands he wanted me t

s wife, I could tell he truly loved her. I didn't know many men who would not bat an eye at spen

he'd gotten her. Was she as flashy and as sophisticated as he made her out to be? She had to

r like Nathaniel instructed through his driver and

ettled their disputes a

er during the golf game to Nathaniel's secretary, Doris, and afte

lions of dollars in partnership. It would have been flattering if I didn't feel

tood there and watched and I wouldn't have held it again

me for Doris or anyone else. I would not

*

HAN

cked up on th

voice floated into his ear a

he said. "

for fun. He didn't agree with it as he wanted her closer to him but she'd insisted. According to her, it was where she felt the most comfortable. Now, she made him fly ov

st having a late lu

'm great." Clearing his throat, he went on, "Hey,

I say a lo

d. "The one about my wif

did that last night? Didn't you get

time he asked, she would always come up with one excuse or another

t, mijo." She spoke the last word in her language, ca

is mother's theatrics. "Do you

mble, laughing. "Fine, I'll text

ady had her address. The rest should be a piece of cake. Nathaniel was abou

se. What's

se spanned for thi

he thought about it, it did seem kind of strange tha

s voice carried and he was pretty sure she

on't even remember what she looked li

gan. "You got married to a la

hen you said you knew a girl who needed to get married as much as I did, I thought you presented a strong argument. You'll h

. "Her name is Ysabel García. Though now Ysabel Quan." Her accent emphasized the last letter of Ysabel. Nathaniel repeated the

" he said int

a 'you're not welcome'

ab

ime he would not forget it, to feel the smooth silk of her skin beneath his fingers. W

was he thinking about his secretary whe

st it and loosening the knot of his tie that suddenly felt like a tight band around his n

restricted her movement as she took short but quick steps, her heels giving her hips an exaggerated sway. Her

d away from the window to the minibar at a corner of his spacious office, pouring himse

anted an actual marriage and not one that haunted him every waking hour. A marriage t

e now. But why the hell wa