Tempting. Сьюзен Мэллери

don’t hate you at all.” Hate would mean having strong emotions about her. He didn’t. He could look at her and acknowledge her physical beauty, yet feel nothing. In a perfect world, she would have disappeared from his life after the divorce. Unfortunately, he had a feeling she was never going away.

      “The ice queen cometh.”

      Alex turned and saw his brother Ian rolling toward them. Alex grinned and stepped toward him. He bent slightly so he and Ian could perform their complicated ritualistic greeting. Alex did most of the hand slapping and turning. It was easier for him. Ian’s CP limited his mobility. But what his younger brother lacked in physical prowess he more than made up for in brains and creativity.

      “She’s always hanging around,” Ian told Alex. “I think she has a thing for me.”

      Fiona shuddered visibly. She looked over Ian’s thin, twisted body as he sat in his wheelchair.

      “That’s disgusting,” she snapped.

      Ian raised his eyebrows. “But after last night…What do you think, Alex? You’re the expert on what turns Fiona on.”

      Alex stared at his ex-wife. “Not as much as you’d think.”

      Fiona seemed torn between fury and pleading. “Alex, you can’t let him talk to me like that.”

      “Why not? Ian has a great sense of humor.”

      “Something you wouldn’t understand, babe,” Ian said. “Humor is not your thing.” He turned and rolled out of the room. “Love ya,” he called over his shoulder.

      Fiona drew in a breath. “I’ve never understood that boy.”

      “You’ve never tried.” It had taken Alex a long time to figure out how Fiona felt about Ian, but he’d finally understood that she couldn’t stand to look at the kid. It was as if the variation on normal had disgusted her. That truth was only one thing on a long list of reasons he’d walked away from her and their marriage.

      “Alex, I don’t want to fight.”

      He crossed to the wet bar and opened a cabinet. After pouring himself some scotch, he faced her. “I’m not fighting.”

      “You know what I mean.” She glided close to him and put her hand on his chest. “I miss you so much. There has to be something I can say or do to help you forgive me. It was only one mistake. Can you really be so cold and unforgiving?”

      “I’m the bastard king,” he said, then took a sip. “Literally. Well, the bastard part anyway.”

      She drew in a breath, as if determined to ignore his baiting of her. “Alex, I’m being serious. I’m your wife.”

      “You were my wife.”

      “I want to be again.”

      He looked her up and down. On the surface, she was everything a man could want—beautiful, intelligent, an excellent dinner companion. She could talk to anyone, anywhere. Nearly all his friends had wondered how he had let her get away.

      “Not happening,” he told her flatly.

      “But I love you. Doesn’t that mean anything?”

      He thought about that night nearly two years ago. When he’d come home unexpectedly.

      “No,” he said. “It doesn’t mean a damn thing.”

      Chapter Three

      DANI STOOD ON THE PORCH of a large, impressive house in Bellevue and told herself that the world wouldn’t end when she rang the doorbell. It might feel as if it would, but that wasn’t real. Besides, just standing out here, lurking, would upset the neighbors. What if they called and told Mark’s wife about a potential thief hovering? Katherine Canfield would open the front door and find her there. It was not how Dani wanted them to meet.

      “I’m babbling in my head,” Dani muttered to herself. “This is bad. Seriously bad. I think I need therapy. Or at least a frontal lobe transplant.”

      She forced herself to push the bell. As the soft ringing sound echoed inside the house, she felt her heart speed up until it was in danger of bursting into warp eight and zipping off to the nearby non-earth galaxy.

      The door opened. Dani tried to brace herself, but there wasn’t enough time. Then all the air flowed out of her lungs when she recognized the man standing there.

      “Thank God,” she said before she could stop herself. “It’s just you.”

      Alex raised his eyebrows. “Just me? So I wasn’t intimidating enough at our last meeting? None of the threats worked?”

      Oops. “No, no. Of course not. You were terrifying. I won’t sleep for weeks. Dragons. I’m going to have nightmares about them. Seriously. It’s just compared with meeting your mother…no offense, but you’re a snap.”

      He didn’t even crack a smile. Was it that the man didn’t have a sense of humor or was it her specifically that he didn’t find funny? She thought about pointing out this was actually pretty good material, but decided not to. There was a better than even chance she would be barfing from nerves shortly. Why push her luck now?

      He stared at her for several seconds. She smiled tightly. “It’s the whole visitor, front door thing. You’re supposed to invite me in.”

      “I don’t want to.”

      “You’ll warm up to me.”

      “I doubt it.”

      “I’m a very nice person.”

      He looked unconvinced but still he took a step back and allowed her to ease past him into the foyer.

      The interior of the house was large, but homey. It was the kind of place designed to make someone feel at ease—too bad it wasn’t having that effect on her at the moment.

      She turned to Alex, but before she could speak a teenage boy rolled into the room. He was pale and thin, with dark hair and eyes. His right hand worked a control on his motorized wheelchair while his left hand lay bent and curled in his lap.

      “Are you the stripper I ordered?” he asked as he eyed her. “I’ve been waiting over an hour. I was expecting better service from your company.”

      Dani tilted her head slightly as she tried to figure out how to handle the outrageous question. Finally she settled on the truth.

      “I’m not exactly stripper material,” she said with a grin. “I’m too short. I always picture them really tall and with those big headpieces like the Las Vegas showgirls wear.”

      “They couldn’t drive in one of those feather things,” he told her.

      “They could if they had a sunroof and kept it open.”

      “Don’t encourage him,” Alex muttered. “Dani Buchanan, Ian Canfield. My brother. He can be obnoxious.”

      “An ugly accusation and totally untrue.”

      “Nice to meet you,” Dani said and held out her hand to Ian.

      He moved his wheelchair close and shook her hand. “You could be stripper material if you wanted,” he said.

      “What a lovely thing to say. It’s a compliment I’ll treasure always. My mother would be so proud.”

      Ian laughed. “Okay, I like you. That doesn’t happen often. You should treasure the moment.”

      Dani laughed. “I will. You’ll be prominently mentioned in my diary tonight.”

      He sighed. “It’s a problem I have all the time. Chicks dig me. It’s the supersized battery. They go crazy for power.”

      With that, he spun his chair and wheeled away.

      When he was gone, she turned to Alex.