Page 92 of His Wild Attraction

I nodded and offered him a bright smile.

Gary didn’t know Andres had been a better father over the matter of weeks he’d had with Sammy than Gary had been over the last four years.

Suddenly, I didn’t really care what Gary knew.

All that mattered was right there in front of me.

My boys. My son and my husband. The two greatest loves of my life.

Andres was in a completely different league than Gary.

Hell.

I didn’t even think they were the same species.

Gary was slime. A piffling blip on my radar that I would’ve regretted meeting entirely were it not for my son.

And Andres was, well, Andres was mine.

For the first time since I said I do, I looked at the man I took as my husband, and I allowed that thought to roll around inside my brain.

He’s mine.

The question was, what was I going to do with him?

I mean, it was obvious we had chemistry. But did we have more?

My heart pounded a little harder, and my mouth went dry.

“You ready?” he asked, his stormy gaze darting over me.

“What? Oh, um, yes. Is it cold outside?” I asked.

The weather was unpredictable this time of year, and you really couldn’t be sure what to wear. It was a valid question.

Even if I felt like a coward because the words I really wanted to say had nothing to do with the weather, and everything about the man and what he was doing to my heart.

He’s wrecking me.

“You should bring a jacket or one of those wraps you like, just in case,” he murmured, those blue-gray eyes boring into me.

It felt like he was looking right into my soul. Like I was stripped bare for him, and he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

I shivered and walked to the closet in the front hall and grabbed an oversized scarf that doubled as a pashmina.

It was one I’d had forever. It had belonged to my father’s mother or his aunt or something. There were dozens more in my father’s home, but this one had been my favorite.

Hopefully, when all of this was over, I could go back and see what I would keep and what I would sell. I hadn’t visited my father’s house in years. Since his death, it had been closed up, locked away while his will was in probate. And of course, now, with Gary’s lawsuits, it would be tied up even longer.

It was soft. Cashmere, I thought, and the paisley print was done in dark greens, cinnamons, and burgundy. It looked good with my outfit.

I listened for Andres’ footfalls coming down the hall and waited for him. We rode the elevator in silence, and Andres held the door to our car open for me.

It was far more convenient to use a car service in the city because of the hassles of parking and traffic. The driver was one I recognized, but his eyes stayed forward as Andres slid into the seat beside me.

“Will we be on time?” I asked, gnawing my bottom lip.

“Yes. Don’t worry, Lupina. It’s going to be okay,” he said, placing his large hand on my thigh.

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