تسجيل الدخولBecause that was the real prize, wasn’t it? The millions of dollars Nate refused to touch, sitting in an account like a promise waiting to be fulfilled. Money that could buy the life Trish had always deserved. The penthouse in Manhattan, the summer house in the Hamptons, the winters in Aspen. All of it within reach if she could just get Nate to see reason.And when Paul kicked the bucket, and the old bastard had a bad heart, everyone knew it, then all his money as well. She’d heard him on the phone with his lawyer. Mama was to get a nice little settlement, enough to keep her comfortable. But the bulk of the Young portfolio was going to Nate. Everything. The real estate, the investments, the offshore accounts Paul thought were so clever.Trish hadn’t told Mama. Why would she? Natasha would only spend it on more plastic surgery and younger men. No, Trish had laid the groundwork to get Nate for herself. To get everything that should have been hers from the moment her mother married into
Nate’s eyes found hers as she walked down the short aisle on her father’s arm. Desire flickered across his face, making her cheeks heat. They hadn’t made love in the four weeks since their meeting. Nate had met with her father to ask for her hand in marriage before heading back to New York. He had a business to run.He looked good. Better than good. The suit fit him perfectly, made his shoulders look even broader, and for a moment she let herself imagine this was real. That he was standing there because he wanted her, not because of obligation.Her father placed her hand in Nate’s, and the warmth of his palm against hers steadied something inside her.The judge began speaking. Standard words about marriage and commitment and the joining of two lives. Prue heard them distantly, her focus on Nate’s face. He was watching her with that careful intensity she’d come to recognize, like he was trying to memorize every detail.“Do you, Nathaniel Young, take this woman to be your lawfully wedde
Four weeks later, Prue stood in a small private room at the courthouse, staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror.The dress was simple. Off the rack from a bridal boutique in downtown Savannah, cream-colored silk that skimmed her body without clinging, with long sleeves and a modest neckline. Nothing like the elaborate gown she'd imagined wearing as a little girl. But booking a church wedding on a weekend at short notice had been impossible, and this was what they could manage. A Wednesday afternoon ceremony at the courthouse with a handful of witnesses. It also seemed silly wearing a white dress when she was pregnant. Oh, she knew the old rules didn't apply anymore, but to her it just felt wrong.She pressed one hand to her stomach. Still flat. Still nothing to see. But knowing what was there made everything feel rushed and how important it was to protect her baby. Not for the first time she worried if she was doing the right thing. Nate didn't love her."You look beautifu
"Then what was it like? Because from my viewpoint, it felt like you couldn't get away from me fast enough.""I was trying to do the right thing." His voice was low, rough. "You deserved better than some fucked-up Marine with more baggage than future. You deserved a clean break. You had your whole life ahead of you. Fuck, Prue, you were a virgin.""You don't get to decide what I deserve or need." The tears were coming now and she hated them, hated showing him how much he'd hurt her. "And you especially don't get to make that decision for me and then disappear without a word. What you did was a shitty thing to do."He closed his eyes briefly. When he opened them, they were darker than she'd ever seen them. "You're right. I should have called. I should have—" He stopped. "I'm sorry."The apology hung between them.Prue wiped at her eyes with the back of her hand. "I'm not telling you this because I want something from you. I'm not trying to trap you or force you into anything. But you ha
Prue arrived at The Grey Market fifteen minutes early, which gave her too much time to sit there and panic.The coffee shop was busy for a Tuesday afternoon, filled with students from SCAD and tourists wandering through the area's historic district. She'd chosen a table in the back corner, away from the windows, somewhere they could talk without being overheard. Her hands wrapped around a cup of herbal tea she hadn't touched, watching the door like her life depended on it.Which, in a way, it did. She knew she was being dramatic, but she wanted this to go a certain way if all her dreams could come true. She didn't just want her baby she wanted Nate. If she was going to be honest with herself.She'd changed clothes three times that morning. Settled finally on jeans and a loose blouse that didn't cling to her stomach, even though there was nothing to see yet. Her hair was down, brushed until it shone, because some stupid part of her brain thought if she looked good enough, he might… wha
They both knew a woman can claim rape if she was too drunk to make a clear chose. “Fuck, Gray, you know me better than that. She wanted it, and she was sober.” The memory of Prue in that cave, looking up at him with those eyes, begging him not to stop. “She was the one who… it wasn’t like I forced her or anything. But she was in shock, Gray. We’d just watched my driver Jon die, we’d been shot at, we were stuck in a cave in the middle of a jungle. And I should have kept my hands off her, but I didn’t.”“What happened after?”“After?” Nate’s laugh was bitter. “After I realized what I’d done. After I realized she was twenty years old and a virgin and I had no business touching her. So I got her back to her father and I walked away.”“You just left?”“What was I supposed to do? She’s got her whole life ahead of her, Gray. She’s young, she’s beautiful, she’s got an education and a father who can open doors I’ll never be able to open. What the hell was I supposed to offer her? A one-bedroom







