|Автор произведения||Flora Dain|
THE WOLFE: BOOK 2
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These days it starts with the bracelets.
They look sensational. Trust me, when you’re out on the town with your wrists sheathed in custom-made, 22-carat white gold studded with diamonds, you look like a princess.
But the princess has, let’s say, obligations to her prince.
He has them too, like not going too far.
But I bet he’ll get close.
I try not to dwell on this. I love him. I want him to slay his demons because, until he does, this relationship’s going nowhere.
In a way I’m special. I’m the only person on the planet he’s ever trusted. So for him power play is not just a game, it’s therapy. Plus for me it’s a free pass into his heart. And if I can enter and warm it through, then maybe the ice that’s formed around it most of his life will thaw long enough for him to find happiness – if not with me then with someone else.
I’d sooner not dwell on that either. For now I’ll play things by ear. Bottom line, this complex man is well worth the struggle.
The bracelets are new. He keeps them for me. I could never afford the insurance. When I wear them people stare, dazzled by the gems or outraged at the bling, depending on how well they know me. They’re not my usual style.
Nor is he.
Darnley Wolfe – part businessman, part inventor, part visionary, part damaged, all male – is also my lover. But only part of him is available for love.
His company makes millions. It deals in surveillance