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REUNITED WITH THE REBEL BILLIONAIRE
Bayou Billionaires #3
Catherine Mann
Releasing on April 1st, 2016 (Digital)
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Is it a real reunion, or one for the
cameras? It's a second-chance romance from USA TODAY bestselling author Catherine
Mann!
Football star Henri Reynaud won't
let his career go down without a fight. If the only way to win is to reconcile
with his estranged wife, he'll do what it takes. But spending time with Fiona
Harper-Reynaud isn't just some ruse. The sultry beauty belongs in his bed.
Fiona doesn't know where her sexy
husband's public act ends and his real feelings begin. Can she afford to fall a
second time for the man every female wants? One thing is
undeniable—their attraction has never flared hotter!
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Fiona looked around at the packed event, a
total success. Anyone would think she had a full life.
Except she couldn’t bring herself to have sex with
husband. She’d been so certain the surgery was the right decision. She’d gone
to counseling before and after. Her husband had been completely supportive.
And still the distance between them had grown wider and
wider these past months, emphasizing how little they knew about each other.
They’re married because of infatuation and great sex. Now that the initial glow
of infatuation had passed and they didn’t even have sex to carry them through
the rough patches, their marriage was floundering. Badly.
And with a cancer scare looming over her today, she
couldn’t bear the thought that he would stay with her out of sympathy.
***
Henri wasn’t in much of a
party mood, no matter how much his brothers elbowed him and teased him about
his latest fumble. His Texas cousins weren’t cutting him any slack either.
He’d been thinking about the
divorce papers his wife insisted on pursuing.
While the love had left
their marriage, he’d heard plenty say that marriage had ups and downs. He
wasn’t a quitter. And damn it all, he still burned to have her.
His gaze skimmed along the
guests around the pool, landing on his wife. Her loose hair and slim curves
called to him, reminding him of the enticing feel of her back as he’d tugged
her zipper up.
She smiled at whoever she
spoke to – a man with his back to the rest the crowd - and nodded as she walked
away. The man turned and Henri’s breath froze in his chest. He knew the man
well. Dr. Carlson was a partner in the practice Fiona used to see before they’d
transferred her to another physician for the surgery.
Fear gelling in his gut,
Henri charged away from his brothers and cousins, shouldering through the crowd
to his wife.
“Henri--.”
He grasped her arm and
guided her toward the shore of Lake Pontchartrain. “In a moment. When no one
can over hear us.”
Lights from yachts and boats
dotted the distance. Along the shoreline, couples walked hand and hand into the
distance. Henri opened the boat house door and stepped inside. Moonlight
streaked through streaked through the windows, across her face. Confusion and
frustration stamped along her lovely features.
He angled them beneath a
pontoon boat on a lift. The boat was still wet from use, and water tapped the
ground in a rhythm that almost matched his pounding heart. Inhaling deeply, he
caught the musty scent of the boathouse with the cinnamon notes of Fiona’s
perfume. He’d bought it for her on trip to France before all of these
difficulties had really gotten out of control.
“Enough already, Henri.
Would you please tell me why we’re out here?”
He clasped both of her shoulders. “Are you okay?”
“What do you mean?”
“I saw you talking to Dr. Carlson.” He looked in her
sherry colored eyes, trying to read her. Something flickered there but he
wasn’t sure what.
Staring at the floor, she chewed her bottom lip for an
instant before answering, “We were discussing a fundraiser and party for the
pediatric oncology ward.”
Okay, but why was she looking away? “You’re sure that’s
all?”
She hesitated a second too long. “What do you mean?”
Fear exploded inside him. “Are you feeling alright?” He
clasped her shoulders. “Physically. Is there something wrong? If so, you know
I’m here for you. Whatever you need, just tell me.”
She squeezed her eyes closed, shaking her head, tears sliding
free.
“Oh God, Fiona, is it …,” his throat moved in a long
swallow, “do you have…”
“What were you laughing so
hysterically about?” Anger edged through the fear. “And would you like to clue
me in on the joke because right now I could use something to lighten the mood?”
“No joke,” she said with a sigh, meeting his gaze again.
“Just so ironic.”
“Then what are you hiding?”
“Not that it’s any of your business,” she chewed her
bottom lip again, “but he asked me out for a drink to discuss the fundraiser.”
He saw red. Pure red. “He asked you out for a drink? As
in for a date? Not because of the fundraiser?”
“Because of the fundraiser, but yes, he clearly meant a
date as well.” She pulled at her curls, tension mounting in her cheeks.
Henri had to stay calm. Had to make it through this
conversation. “And what did you say?”
“I told him I’m still married.” Eyes narrowing, the words
launched at him like daggers.
“Clearly that wasn’t a problem for him since you are
wearing my ring.”
She shrugged her shoulders, chandelier earrings swaying.
“That didn’t bother him in the least.”
He turned toward the door, ready to return to the party
and deck the guy straight into the pool.
Fiona placed a hand on his shoulder. “Stop, Henri. He
mentioned hearing we’re splitting up. He thought I was available.”
“How would he have heard such a thing?” His mind went
back to the original concern. “Were you at the doctor’s office where he’s a
partner?”
She swallowed hard. “You seem to have forgotten his
brother is our lawyer.”
“Not anymore.”
“I was thinking the same thing actually.” She picked at
her French manicure. “We should get separate lawyers.”
Damn it. This conversation was not going the way he
intended. He just wanted to pull her into his arms and take her here. Now. To
say to hell with the past and future. No more jealousy or discussion about …
hell.
He just wanted her.
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