Too Late For Regret, Mr. Morgan

sleepless night. Evelyn's head throbbed from the two glasses of wine she'd had before finall

tary smile on her face. "Francisco drank a little too much last night. I came to make him some soup," she

doorway, her body a rigid line of

the foyer as if she owned the place. She looked around, her eyes taking in the grand staircase and marbl

at the edges. "He held me all night, you know. Ke

nd herself. The home she had so carefully managed, the life she had tried to

e trembling with a rage that was starting

ted to t

mous sneer. "Your house? Evelyn, you're just a commodity

"Francisco says you're like a block of ice. Boring and frigid.

utting away at Evelyn's la

gleaming with malice. "After he touches you, he goes a

inal blow. It shattered Evelyn's defenses completely. Her face went pale, and she took an involuntary step back

let. "There's ten million on this. Double what I offered yester

ary insul

he words tasting like blood. It was the only t

"Wife? He's going to throw you out

rd was a raw nerve,

twenty-four hours exploded. Evelyn raised her hand and slapped Br

ed in her eyes. She clutched her cheek, her body going limp as she staggered backward in a ridi

gainst her ribs with a delayed rush of fear. "No

of cold air with him. His eyes, the color of a stormy sea, immediately took in the sce

hardened, turning in

disgust and disappointment that hit her harder tha

tt and gathering her into his arms with a tenderness Evelyn had never se

reaked face in his chest, but not before casting a v

n home, watching her husband hold another wom