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made her feel cheap that Jack had
offered to pay her to be his date? She’d been willing to throw a card game for
money, even if she hadn’t actually done so, so why couldn’t she be Jack’s date?
                 It
was much less onerous than cheating, after all. But still …
                 “Don’t
be stupid, Cara,” Jack said. “This is a far better deal than working for Bobby
Gold.”
                 Oh,
God, was she really thinking about it? She was. The fact her feet were glued to
the spot and she hadn’t yet spun on her heel and walked away told her she was.
                 But
it was more than the money. So much more.
                 She
hadn’t spent much time with Jack, but she’d spent enough to know that she was
wildly attracted to him. More than that, she could trust him to deliver on his
promise. He wouldn’t leave her in the lurch the way James had. He’d live up to
his end of the bargain.
                 All
she had to do was go to a wedding. How hard was that?
                 She had to do it, regardless of the
pinprick to her feelings.
                 “I
know you don’t think so,” Jack continued, “but I’m not convinced Bobby won’t
hurt you if you go back. He’s a small man, Cara, and he holds grudges. You
crossed him—”
                 “Yes,”
she blurted before she could talk herself out of it.
                 Jack
blinked. “You’ll do it?”
                 Oh, God .
                 “Yes,
I’ll be your date.” She went around and climbed into the passenger seat of the
shiny silver beast. Her heart pounded with adrenaline and recklessness. “But
don’t you get any other ideas, Jack Wolfe,” she said once she was belted in.
“You’ve bought a date, not a bed partner.”
                 Jack
caught her hand and lifted it to his lips.
                 The
touch of his mouth against the tender inside skin of her wrist sent a shiver
prickling over her. “I know that. Because when you do come to my bed, it won’t be because I’ve paid you to do so.”
                 “Someone
needs to prove to you that you aren’t irresistible,” she forced out, though her
body was already beginning to sing from that single touch. Belatedly, as if
just remembering, she yanked her hand from his grip.
                 “Maybe,”
he said with a grin. “But I’m hoping it’s not you.”
                 The
kilometers ticked by in silence. Jack glanced over at Cara on occasion, but she
seemed as lost in thought as he was. He’d been about to make the turn onto the
autoroute when he’d realized he had to go back for her. She was stubborn and
determined to be independent, and though he understood that, he couldn’t allow
her to return to Nice. Because there was no doubt in his mind that Bobby Gold
would hurt her.
                 He
didn’t know Cara Taylor’s story, but he wanted to. And, selfishly, he wanted to
avoid any confrontations with Jacob or Lucas at Nathaniel’s wedding. He’d
almost decided not to go to the wedding, simply to avoid the unpleasantness of
any conversations with his two older brothers, but it would hurt Nathaniel if
he didn’t show up. Having Cara with him seemed a perfect solution. With a
beautiful woman by his side, his brothers wouldn’t dare try and talk to him
about things he had no interest in discussing.
                 What
was there left to say?
                 He
was still angry, still bitter. He knew it.
                 Jack’s
fingers tightened on the wheel. He didn’t want to do this, didn’t want to think
about those dark years when everything had fallen apart. He’d once been so
close to his older brothers, especially Jacob … and now there was nothing.
Nothing but an empty void.
                 “Do
you want me to drive?”