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Authors: Brenda Jackson
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so wrong.
Not wanting to think of his life with Camry—and what he’d lost with her death—he wanted to concentrate on what he would gain with Taylor. Since he had no intentions of ever marrying again, at least he would have a son or daughter who would inherit what he was working so hard to acquire. His own Saxon dynasty.
He had removed his shoes and socks and actually liked the feel of the sand beneath his feet. He also liked having this woman beside him. They continued walking down the long stretch of beach. The sugar-white sand gave way to a clear blue-green sea and the scent of the ocean filled his nostrils. Taylor wasn’t saying much but then neither was he. He was too busy thinking of what he would love to be doing with all those jars of flavored creams this week. What he intended to do with them.
“The beach is simply gorgeous, isn’t it?”
He turned his head and caught her gaze. His eyes moved to her lips, remembering how they’d tasted and a sensation passed through his body. “Yes, it is,” he responded, thinking so was she. “I can’t recall the last time I’ve done something like this.”
“Really?” she said, looking at him. “But you own an entire island on the ocean.”
He wasn’t surprised she knew that. Other than his parents, Matt and the IRS, she was the only other person who knew the vast extent of his wealth. The media thought they knew but in essence they really didn’t have a clue. His grandfather was determined to make sure Dominic took his place as the rightful Saxon heir and had set up various accounts for him in all parts of the world. Dominic wanted no part of it and to this day refused to acknowledge the old man’s generosity. Dominic was determined not to accept his grandfather’s money, which he saw as a device Franco Saxon was using to alleviate his guilt and buy his way into his grandson’s affections. As far as Dominic was concerned, it would not happen.
“Yes, I own that island but I rarely have time to enjoy it. You of all people should know how busy I am.”
It seemed he was driven to accumulate even more wealth and was beginning to believe the accusations his father had once made were true. As long as he maintained a degree of his own wealth, he would not be tempted to accept what his grandfather was offering.
“In that case I’m glad at least you have this week to relax and unwind.”
He chuckled. “Um, is that what I’ll be doing?”
Her grin was almost contagious when she said, “Somewhat. But I promise it will be a week you’ll remember.”
She sounded confident. Certain. But then he was also convinced it would be a week he would remember. Deciding he needed to talk about something, anything that would take his mind off bedding her, he said, “I understand your sister is getting married in June to Cameron Cody.”
She glanced at him. “Yes. You know Cameron?”
“Yes. We’ve met. We’ve even been partners in a few business ventures. He’s an astute businessman.”
“So are you. It doesn’t surprise me that you know Cameron. We met when he tried to take over my family’s business.”
Dominic lifted a brow. “You’re kidding, right?”
She smiled. “No, I’m not kidding. It was supposed to be a hostile takeover, but he never got all the voting shares he needed.”
“So your family became friends with him instead?” he asked, amazed. He’d been involved in a few takeover attempts himself. The last thing the parties involved felt toward each other afterward, regardless of whether the attempt had been successful or not, was friendliness.
“Yes, at least, my four male cousins did,” she was saying. “It was a male thing. I think they admired Cameron’s tenacity and respected his drive to succeed. They never saw him as a threat because the Steele family is so close, so we weren’t worried about anyone defecting. But Cameron had to learn a valuable lesson.”
“Which was?”
“No matter what, blood is thicker than money.
Not wanting to think of his life with Camry—and what he’d lost with her death—he wanted to concentrate on what he would gain with Taylor. Since he had no intentions of ever marrying again, at least he would have a son or daughter who would inherit what he was working so hard to acquire. His own Saxon dynasty.
He had removed his shoes and socks and actually liked the feel of the sand beneath his feet. He also liked having this woman beside him. They continued walking down the long stretch of beach. The sugar-white sand gave way to a clear blue-green sea and the scent of the ocean filled his nostrils. Taylor wasn’t saying much but then neither was he. He was too busy thinking of what he would love to be doing with all those jars of flavored creams this week. What he intended to do with them.
“The beach is simply gorgeous, isn’t it?”
He turned his head and caught her gaze. His eyes moved to her lips, remembering how they’d tasted and a sensation passed through his body. “Yes, it is,” he responded, thinking so was she. “I can’t recall the last time I’ve done something like this.”
“Really?” she said, looking at him. “But you own an entire island on the ocean.”
He wasn’t surprised she knew that. Other than his parents, Matt and the IRS, she was the only other person who knew the vast extent of his wealth. The media thought they knew but in essence they really didn’t have a clue. His grandfather was determined to make sure Dominic took his place as the rightful Saxon heir and had set up various accounts for him in all parts of the world. Dominic wanted no part of it and to this day refused to acknowledge the old man’s generosity. Dominic was determined not to accept his grandfather’s money, which he saw as a device Franco Saxon was using to alleviate his guilt and buy his way into his grandson’s affections. As far as Dominic was concerned, it would not happen.
“Yes, I own that island but I rarely have time to enjoy it. You of all people should know how busy I am.”
It seemed he was driven to accumulate even more wealth and was beginning to believe the accusations his father had once made were true. As long as he maintained a degree of his own wealth, he would not be tempted to accept what his grandfather was offering.
“In that case I’m glad at least you have this week to relax and unwind.”
He chuckled. “Um, is that what I’ll be doing?”
Her grin was almost contagious when she said, “Somewhat. But I promise it will be a week you’ll remember.”
She sounded confident. Certain. But then he was also convinced it would be a week he would remember. Deciding he needed to talk about something, anything that would take his mind off bedding her, he said, “I understand your sister is getting married in June to Cameron Cody.”
She glanced at him. “Yes. You know Cameron?”
“Yes. We’ve met. We’ve even been partners in a few business ventures. He’s an astute businessman.”
“So are you. It doesn’t surprise me that you know Cameron. We met when he tried to take over my family’s business.”
Dominic lifted a brow. “You’re kidding, right?”
She smiled. “No, I’m not kidding. It was supposed to be a hostile takeover, but he never got all the voting shares he needed.”
“So your family became friends with him instead?” he asked, amazed. He’d been involved in a few takeover attempts himself. The last thing the parties involved felt toward each other afterward, regardless of whether the attempt had been successful or not, was friendliness.
“Yes, at least, my four male cousins did,” she was saying. “It was a male thing. I think they admired Cameron’s tenacity and respected his drive to succeed. They never saw him as a threat because the Steele family is so close, so we weren’t worried about anyone defecting. But Cameron had to learn a valuable lesson.”
“Which was?”
“No matter what, blood is thicker than money.
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