Millionaire Husband Read Free

the hair of one of the twins, she glanced at the flowers and Justin in surprise. Her gaze searched his and she smiled.
    Justin’s heart gave an odd, unexpected jump.
    Amy opened the door. “Come in. I called the hospital a few times to make sure you survived my driving. How are you? Was it an ulcer?”
    “I’m much better,” he said and nodded. “Yes, it was an ulcer. After surgery, the treatment was antibiotics.” He had felt sheepish when he’d learned his emergency could have been prevented with a simple prescription.
    “Guys hate going to the doctor, don’t they?” she mused.
    “This one does,” he said and extended the bouquet of roses. “These are for you. Thank you for saving my life.” Flowers weren’t nearly enough, but Justin wasn’t stopping there. He had other plans for Amy and her after-school program.
    “You’re welcome,” she said, taking the roses in her arms. The two tykes wrapped their arms around each of her legs.
    Justin couldn’t blame the little guys for wanting to be close to her. She radiated a combination of optimism, feminine strength and nurturing thatwould draw boys, both little and big, and she wore her undeniable sensuality like a spellbinding exotic perfume.
    She glanced down at the boys. “Oops. I’ve forgotten my manners. Justin Langdon, allow me to introduce my kids, Jeremy, Nick and Emily. Smell the beautiful roses,” she said dipping the bouquet to pint-size level, then she turned to Emily. “Would you mind getting me a vase with water, sweetheart? There’s one under the sink. Dinner’s almost ready, so everyone needs to wash up.”
    Faster than a speeding bullet, the twins detached themselves and tore out of the room.
    “Me first!” Nick said.
    “ Me first!” Jeremy said.
    “Chicken and dumplings is one of their favorite dinners,” Amy explained. “Comfort food. We’re very big on comfort food since my sister and her husband died.”
    Justin frowned. “Your sister died recently?”
    Amy nodded, sadness muting the lively glint in her brown eyes. “And her husband. The children lost mom and dad in one day.”
    Justin digested the new information. “They’re not your children?”
    “They’re mine now,” she said firmly. “And they’re staying with me regardless of what any social worker says about my age or anything else.”
    Justin got the uncomfortable impression that there was a story here, a story he’d just as soon not hear.
    Emily reappeared and tugged on the hem of Amy’s shirt. Amy bent down while the little girl whispered to her. Amy’s smile emanated amusement and a hint of challenge. “Emily wants to know if you’d like to join us for dinner. The food should be safe, but our dinner table, uh, culture, may test your ulcer medication.”
    Justin glanced at two pairs of brown eyes and was surprised at his visceral response to both. Emily’s gaze held a tinge of sadness that tugged at him. He couldn’t help remembering long-buried feelings of abandonment from his own childhood, and the knowing provocative dare in Amy’s eyes affected him in a wholly different way. He could learn about the after-school program, he told himself, justifying his immediate decision.
    “I’d love to stay,” he said, getting a sly sense of satisfaction from Amy’s double take.
    “You’re sure?” she said, and he had the odd sense she was really saying Are you man enough for this?
    Justin felt the click inside him. It was a quality he kept hidden from most people, a deadly serious determination to meet a goal, to prove himself. He’d experienced the sensation only a few times in his life and learned it was like flicking a lighter in a room filled with gasoline. It was what had won hima scholarship to college and what had kept him going during his years of eating cans of beanee weenees before he’d made his first million.
    Something about Amy Monroe brought the same flame to life. She was a woman with sunshine in her eyes, a body with dangerous curves