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“Where I come from, everyone works. I mean, my dad was incredible, but he couldn’t afford to have me at home forever. I got a job as soon as I left school. The agency I work for was one of dad’s biggest clients, and the owner always liked me.”
More jealousy speared his gut. Who wouldn’t like her?
“He offered me a job, and before I knew it, I had a few regular clients, and I’ve never looked back. Besides,” she said, and the way she softened her words as if trying to console him made something odd beat in his chest. “I wouldn’t have met you if I wasn’t driving rich bastards from A to B.”
Her eyes were so enormous in her face, and there was expectation heavy in the air. She was hoping he’d say something; and he knew she wanted to hear words he wasn’t capable of thinking, let alone feeling.
“You’re right,” he said finally, removing her wine from her hands and placing it on the table beside him. He pushed the dress down lower, so that her beautiful body was almost fully exposed to him. “It’s not any of my business.”
And then he kissed her with a passion that spoke of sexual chemistry, desire and lust, and a dark attraction – but it was a kiss that said nothing of love or the future. Because Caradoc wasn’t capable of offering either of those things.
CHAPTER NINE
“What’s the deal with you and Cristoff anyway?” The birthday party for Sasha Moore had been three days earlier, but the dislike she’d sensed between the two men had played on her mind since then.
Perhaps she’d let it fascinate her as a way to distract her from the increasingly deep predicament she was wading into. Every moment of every day proved only one thing to Finn. She was hopelessly in love with this man. And he was not a man to love. At least, it was not smart to love a man like him.
Caradoc lifted his eyes from the paper and lanced her with his steady, assessing gaze. “The deal?”
How did he do that? With one simple look he could make her feel as though she was completely foolish.
But she wouldn’t let him know that. Her smile was loaded with sweet innocence. “Yeah. You obviously hate each other.”
“Do we?”
She couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “Yes.”
A hint of a smile played on his own mouth but he didn’t give it any purchase. “Did he say that?”
“He didn’t have to. And nor did you,” she promised.
“No.” He folded the paper so that he could give her the full
force of his attention. Seraphina James. The biggest problem in his life at that moment, and the biggest pleasure.
“So?” She prompted, sipping her coffee gratefully.
“He’s a small, jealous son of a bitch. I never liked him. Even when we were teenagers, I found him … juvenile.”
She grinned. “As a teenager, he was a juvenile, technically speaking.”
He grunted his agreement. “He was weak. A sook.”
“And for that you hate him?”
He ran a hand over his stubbled jaw. “No. Not for that.”
Caradoc didn’t expand, and she knew by now that there was no sense pushing him. She had to skirt around the matter. To try another angle. “He mentioned some big drama that happened after his dad and your mum broke up.”
Caradoc’s eyes narrowed, and a muscle flecked in his jaw. It was distractingly sexy. Finn felt desire pool in her gut, but she wasn’t prepared to be distracted. Yet.
“He’s a gossip,” Caradoc shrugged, and he was acting as though it was terribly unimportant, only Finn knew better, because she knew Caradoc.
“Caradoc,” she leaned forward in her chair, but didn’t make any attempt to touch him. “What was the drama?”
He eyed her thoughtfully, wondering at this woman’s strength and power. That he would feel tempted to disclose to her, of all people, the truth of his mother’s demise. Not just the facts, but the sense of loss he’d felt for years. Feelings he’d never discussed with anyone.
“It’s a matter of public record,” he said finally, his voice devoid of all emotion. His eyes rested heavily on Finn’s face. “My mother suffered her first overdose a month after Amon left her.”
