LITMIR.BIZ

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I can’t,” she’d insisted. “I see a person who needs a friend.”

      Not long after that Summer had become his secret best friend.

      The memories slipped away, and Zach was heatedly aware of the woman seated before him.

      As if she couldn’t resist using her power on him, Summer tipped her head his way, sending that thick curtain of blond hair over her shoulders as her blue eyes burned into the center of his soul.

      “Zach, thanks for getting Tuck medical attention so fast. They said you had specialists flown in from Houston.” Her face was soft, beguilingly grateful.

      Clenching a fist, he jammed it in a pocket. He wasn’t buying into her gratitude. Not when he knew she’d do anything to keep her brother from being arrested.

      “The doctors are personal friends of mine in Houston. It was either fly them here or airlift him to New Orleans. He was out cold. He had a bump the size of a hen’s egg on his head and a gash that needed stitches, so I wanted to make sure he was just drunk and that there was no serious head injury involved.”

      “Thank you,” she said.

      “I don’t see any need for us to make a big deal about something anyone would have done.”

      “You paid for everything, too. We have insurance. If you’ll invoice me, I’ll—”

      “You’ll pay me. Fine,” he growled.

      He was blown away by his feelings. He wanted her so badly he could think of nothing else, and she was coldly talking money.

      “You said you wanted to see me. I’ve talked to Tuck, and he feels terrible about everything that happened. He had no idea those boys were going to steal anything or tear up your house. The last thing he remembers is hearing a noise in the garage and stumbling across the living room to check it out. Then he must have tripped.”

      “Oh, really? What about the money that went missing when he was fired from his last job? Your brother’s been running pretty wild all summer. He’s nineteen. Old enough to know what the guys he runs around with are capable of.”

      “He was just showing off. They said they’d never seen a billionaire’s place. He wanted to impress them.”

      “He shouldn’t have invited them over or given them my whiskey.”

      “I agree, and so does he … now. He just didn’t think.”

      “Your Tuck’s had too many run-ins with the law for me to buy into his innocence. He’s been indulged in Bonne Terre. Maybe because he’s a Wallace.”

      “That’s what this is about, isn’t it—his last name? You were hoping something like this would happen. You deliberately hired my trouble-prone brother, set him up, so you could get back at me.”

      He tensed at her accusation. “Since you’re so quick to blame others for his actions, I’m beginning to see why he’s so irresponsible.”

      Heat flared in her eyes. He noted that she was breathing irregularly, that her breasts were trembling.

      “You have no right to use him this way. He’s practically an orphan. I was twelve when he was born. He was two when our father ran off, four when Mother married Thurman and he adopted us. If my stepfather was hard on me by pushing me in school, demanding I excel and graduate two years ahead of my class, he constantly browbeat Tuck, calling him a wimp and a sissy who’d never amount to anything. I was the favorite. Tuck could never measure up.

      “After our mother died, he was raised by a stepfather who disliked him and then by aunts who cared more for their own children, and later by his grandmother, who’s become too old and lenient. And I admit, I don’t come home often enough.”

      Zach had figured all that out for himself. The kid had no direction. She and Viola were protective of Tuck, but didn’t demand enough responsibility from the boy.

      “And what do you do—you put him in temptation’s way so you can get at me,” she repeated in a shaky tone. “Since he’s been in trouble before, if you press charges and he’s tried and convicted, he could be locked up for a long time. You knew that when you hired him. If this gets out to the media, there will be a frenzy.”

      Zach paced to the window. “If you believe I deliberately used Tuck to hurt you, you wouldn’t believe anything I told you to defend myself. So, I won’t bother.”

      “Oh, please. You threatened me the last time I saw you. I think you’ve ordered me here because you intend to make good on that threat!”

      Yes, he wanted to yell.

       I want to sleep with you so badly I’d do almost anything to accomplish that!

      But then the intensity of her pleading look made him jerk his gaze from hers.

      She was afraid of him.

      He didn’t want her fear. He wanted her warm and passionate and wild, as she’d been the first time.

      He strode back to the table and picked up the legal documents in which he’d accused her younger brother of a felony.

      When he saw his grip on the papers made his tendons stand out, Zach knew he was dangerously close to losing control. What was her hold over him?

      By all rights he should have the upper hand in this situation. Her brother had brought thugs to his home to rip him off. He had every right to demand justice. But Tuck, who’d trusted him, needed help. He needed direction. Zach remembered how he himself had been derailed as a kid due to vengeful adult agendas.

      Feeling torn between his ruthless desire and his personal code of ethics, Zach threw the documents onto the table. Then he glared at Summer fiercely, willing revulsion into his gaze.

      But she was wide-eyed, vulnerable. Her perfect face was tight-lipped and pale; her shoulders slumped. She’d said she never wanted to see him again, but she’d come today. With a career like hers, she’d probably been busy as hell, but she’d come because she was genuinely worried about her brother and wanted to help him.

      When she’d thanked Zach for getting the right doctors, he’d seen real gratitude in her eyes. And he’d liked pleasing her. Too much. In that white dress, which clung in all the right places, she looked young and innocent—not to mention breathtakingly sexy.

      He wanted her in his bed. He wanted revenge for all that she’d done to him.

       Do what she’s accused you of. Use Tuck. Make your demands.

      Yet something held him back.

      For years, he’d told himself he hated her, had willed himself to hate her. But when he’d held her and kissed her at her grandmother’s house, his hate had been tempered by softer, more dangerous emotions.

      He’d once believed that if he had enough money and power, he would never be vulnerable to the pull of love again.

      But now here she was, with her golden hair smelling of perfume and shimmering with coppery highlights so bright they dazzled him, with her lips full and moist, with her long-lashed eyes smoldering with repressed need.

      Was she lonely, too? He wanted to hold her against his body and find out.

      But more than that, fool that he was, he wanted to protect her. And her idiot brother.

      He had to get out of here, go somewhere where he could think this through.

      To her, he snarled, “This meeting’s canceled.” Then he punched the intercom and spoke to his lawyer’s secretary. “Tell Davis to take over.”

      “I don’t understand,” Summer whispered. “What about Tuck?”

      “I’ll deal with you two later.”

      She let out a frightened sigh that cut him to the quick. “Zach, please …”

      He

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