Devil in a Dark Blue Suit

After sauntering past her, he swallowed a self-admonishing groan and clamped his eyes shut.

She was doing it again. Getting under his skin. Making him want her without even trying. But, no matter how strong the tug, sex—and anything remotely connected to the act—was off the table. They’d failed once. Neither of them needed to repeat history. Diamond rings and Devlin Stone were a no-go zone. Unfortunately they were stuck here together, alone, until Nate and his girlfriend arrived.

Halfway back to the bedroom, Devlin’s gait faltered.

Important news…big news…

What if this announcement wasn’t marriage or a baby, but rather an engagement? There’d be wedding rehearsals, the ceremony, speeches and playing happy families. Which meant he and Eden would need to shelve their sparring gloves for an extended period, even if the truce was all show.

This short stint of forced proximity might only be the beginning.

Rubbing the ache at his temple, he angled back.

‘Eden, I have a proposition.’

She stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, arms ravelled tightly before her, glaring out at Sydney’s spectacular cityscape, the sleek arched line of the Harbour Bridge to the left.

‘If it involves playing strip poker until the kids arrive,’ she said to the view, ‘count me out.’

‘Strip poker hadn’t crossed my mind.’ Although now she’d mentioned it…

He smothered the idea and cleared his throat. ‘I want to put something to you, something that’ll be in the best interests of your sister and my brother.’

Her wary gaze slid over. ‘Go on.’

‘Whatever’s coming, we need to be supportive.’

After a thoughtful moment, she sighed and dragged the towel turban from her head. ‘Agreed.’

‘We won’t seem too supportive if we can’t speak to each other without reaching for the closest poison-tipped spear.’

Her teeth worried her plump lower lip before she absently finger-combed her wet hair and draped the towel over a chair. ‘I guess not.’

‘Let’s at least try to get along for Sabrina and Nate’s sake. Surely it’s not that difficult. We’re mature adults.’

‘Well, I am.’ She grimaced. ‘Sorry. You’re right. This won’t do.’ She sent a brave smile. ‘I’m more than happy to put our differences aside and play nice for their sake.’

Exhaling, he put out his hand. ‘Deal?’

She stepped forward. ‘Deal.’

He took her hand. The sizzle, crackling up the cords of his arm, was the same high-voltage zap he’d enjoyed earlier when his mouth had claimed hers. When the charge reached his shoulder, crackle turned to burn, racing through his system and hitting him hard where his blood already blazed and beat.

Her eyes flashed, her breath audibly hitched. Their fingers were as good as fused, but if he didn’t let go soon they’d both be in big trouble.

If he didn’t know there’d be lasting repercussions—if he didn’t know he’d regret it—he’d make love to Eden in a heartbeat. But, even if by some miracle she agreed to succumb and satisfy this rabid sexual urge, becoming involved again wasn’t worth the drama.

Was it?

An unconscious primal impulse tightened his grip before he pried his fingers from hers. He needed to put them somewhere; his hands went to his pockets.

He shot a glance south.

Right. He wasn’t wearing trousers. More to the point, neither he nor Eden were wearing clothes. One towel, one robe, stood between him and a woman whose thrall, near or far, refused to cut him free.

Rubbing the back of his neck, he tossed a look around.

Man, he needed a drink.

Striding to the granite wet bar, he swung down a couple of wine glasses hanging from their overhead rack. ‘Want a drink?’

His throat felt drier than the Simpson.

She replied, ‘I really don’t think that’s such a good—’

His gaze shot to hers and she sucked back the retort at the same time her features softened with a convivial, almost understanding smile that said if he was fighting so hard to keep this platonic—friendly but impersonal—so would she.

‘That would be nice, Devlin. Thank you.’

Opening the fridge, he reached for champagne. Then, remembering the unfinished Cristal, he uncorked and poured domestic Chardonnay instead. A lifetime ago, champagne had been their drink. Eden would drop a strawberry into her glass and when the bubbles were gone, she’d share her fruit—one bite for her, one bite for him. He would draw the flesh into his mouth, suck the nectar from her fingers, kiss the sweet juice from her lips…

Something wet dribbled onto his toes.

Jumping back, he swore aloud. Off with the fairies, he’d over-poured the second glass. Wine had puddled on the counter, was pooling on the floor.

Of all the stupid, careless—

Eden had swung around. ‘What’s wrong?’

He muttered something about losing his grip, then joined her again. He handed over her wine, careful not to let their fingers touch this time. Putting an effort into appreciating the vibrant harbour view, he brought his glass to his lips. ‘The rain’s stopped.’

Her finger drew a curve in the air. ‘There’s a rainbow.’

A far-reaching arc of red, violet and every colour in between bowed over the giant Opera House shells, touching the glistening harbour waters either side.

Nice.

‘Did you know that the colours of a rainbow are a result of light refracted off of raindrops?’ he said.

‘That’s such a clinical way of looking at—’ She cut her jibe short and rephrased. ‘What I mean is, I’d always looked at rainbows in a magical rather than scientific light. It’s good to get the other side.’

He grinned, then softly chuckled. She was trying so hard. Trying to do the best by her sister.

His gaze veered away from the sky—spent grey streaking westward to leave newly washed blue—and settled on the equally mesmerising sight beside him.

His heart fisted in his throat.

No contest. She was even more beautiful than he’d remembered.

His next words were unintentionally husky. ‘So you believe in magic?’

Concentrating on the rainbow, she hesitated before her chin picked up. ‘Sure. Why not?’

His gaze drank her in. ‘Then you’d believe there’s a pot of gold at every rainbow’s end.’

Her brow pinched and her throat bobbed before she murmured so faintly he barely heard.

‘I believed it once.’

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