Rewind & Go: A Blue-Collar Billionaire Romance (Sander's Valley Book 1) by Nancy Corrigan Page B
Authors: Nancy Corrigan
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haven’t been in the market for a wife.”
“Too bad.” She flashed him another grin. “Because you’d make some lucky girl a good husband.”
He ran a hand through his hair. The years of resentment came rushing back. His friends from high school all had kids, wives, and happy little homes.
He had a cat.
“Come down when you’re ready.”
He turned his back on her and stepped into the hallway before he told her the reason behind his single status. Seemed like he was the only one who’d been affected by the sex they’d shared.
And he had about ten minutes to decide what he was going to do about it.
* * * *
Kyle drained the bacon and scrambled up the last of the fresh eggs he’d gotten from his parents’ farm. The table set for two had a stack of pancakes, orange juice, and a bowl of fresh fruit. Only thing missing was Ronnie.
While he waited, he studied the kitchen, with its granite countertops and the oak cabinets he’d made by hand. He could see himself cooking a big breakfast on weekends. Maybe sharing it in bed with Ronnie. Or stepping around her on weekdays while they both rushed off to work. Dozens of scenarios flashed through his head. They all involved the blonde dual-degreed businesswoman naked in his shower, the one he’d bent over her car and fucked like they were two horny teenagers again.
She undid him. Her passion and wildness still excited him. She also made him yearn—not what he’d planned.
He’d wanted her to resent leaving him. The way she’d watched him on the drive afterward made him think she might. If anything, he’d planted the seeds of it. How he handled the next few hours with her would determine their path. It wouldn’t take her long to hang whatever paintings she’d brought. She didn’t need electricity to do that, only sunlight.
Once she realized Wyn worked at the garage, Kyle wouldn’t have an excuse to keep her here either. Wyn would drop everything to fix her car or at least patch it up until she got home. If Kyle were lucky, he’d have all of Sunday with her, not a day more. Come Monday morning, she’d be gone. It was obvious she’d decided to come here on the spur of the moment. She hadn’t even brought a change of clothes.
A day. He had one lousy day to remind her of why she’d loved him in the first place. He didn’t have any delusions about fixing what had gone wrong a decade ago, not that he even knew what that was. No, best he could accomplish was to convince her to give them another shot. He’d drive to Virginia every damn weekend if he had to, but he’d make things work. He’d learned persistence over the years.
After he got his ring on her finger and moved her into his house, they’d finally have the life he’d planned, right here in Sander’s Valley. Of course, money would be an issue. ’Cause he refused to touch a dollar of hers.
Frank, Ronnie’s dad and a local from St. Marlowe, had always said a curse hung over the Axel fortune. All the Axel heirs stretching back into the mid-1800s had died violently. With Vivien Axel’s murder, Kyle couldn’t quite help but wonder if it weren’t true. He’d never really believed in nonsense like curses and such, but the facts sure did make a person wonder.
It was just another reason Ronnie needed to distance herself from the Axel Gallery and the great family legacy. As Vivien’s only child, she was the heir. The millions of dollars and countless priceless artifacts attached to her family belonged solely to Ronnie, the last Axel. That’d been another point of contention with Frank. He’d hated Ronnie not having his name, but none of the female heirs changed their names.
And they all died in random acts of violence. Just like Vivien.
A chill ran down Kyle’s spine. The unexplainable premonition he’d sometimes felt with Ronnie surged. She was going to be next. He couldn’t shake the feeling. His heart knocked against his ribcage. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. Sweat
“Too bad.” She flashed him another grin. “Because you’d make some lucky girl a good husband.”
He ran a hand through his hair. The years of resentment came rushing back. His friends from high school all had kids, wives, and happy little homes.
He had a cat.
“Come down when you’re ready.”
He turned his back on her and stepped into the hallway before he told her the reason behind his single status. Seemed like he was the only one who’d been affected by the sex they’d shared.
And he had about ten minutes to decide what he was going to do about it.
* * * *
Kyle drained the bacon and scrambled up the last of the fresh eggs he’d gotten from his parents’ farm. The table set for two had a stack of pancakes, orange juice, and a bowl of fresh fruit. Only thing missing was Ronnie.
While he waited, he studied the kitchen, with its granite countertops and the oak cabinets he’d made by hand. He could see himself cooking a big breakfast on weekends. Maybe sharing it in bed with Ronnie. Or stepping around her on weekdays while they both rushed off to work. Dozens of scenarios flashed through his head. They all involved the blonde dual-degreed businesswoman naked in his shower, the one he’d bent over her car and fucked like they were two horny teenagers again.
She undid him. Her passion and wildness still excited him. She also made him yearn—not what he’d planned.
He’d wanted her to resent leaving him. The way she’d watched him on the drive afterward made him think she might. If anything, he’d planted the seeds of it. How he handled the next few hours with her would determine their path. It wouldn’t take her long to hang whatever paintings she’d brought. She didn’t need electricity to do that, only sunlight.
Once she realized Wyn worked at the garage, Kyle wouldn’t have an excuse to keep her here either. Wyn would drop everything to fix her car or at least patch it up until she got home. If Kyle were lucky, he’d have all of Sunday with her, not a day more. Come Monday morning, she’d be gone. It was obvious she’d decided to come here on the spur of the moment. She hadn’t even brought a change of clothes.
A day. He had one lousy day to remind her of why she’d loved him in the first place. He didn’t have any delusions about fixing what had gone wrong a decade ago, not that he even knew what that was. No, best he could accomplish was to convince her to give them another shot. He’d drive to Virginia every damn weekend if he had to, but he’d make things work. He’d learned persistence over the years.
After he got his ring on her finger and moved her into his house, they’d finally have the life he’d planned, right here in Sander’s Valley. Of course, money would be an issue. ’Cause he refused to touch a dollar of hers.
Frank, Ronnie’s dad and a local from St. Marlowe, had always said a curse hung over the Axel fortune. All the Axel heirs stretching back into the mid-1800s had died violently. With Vivien Axel’s murder, Kyle couldn’t quite help but wonder if it weren’t true. He’d never really believed in nonsense like curses and such, but the facts sure did make a person wonder.
It was just another reason Ronnie needed to distance herself from the Axel Gallery and the great family legacy. As Vivien’s only child, she was the heir. The millions of dollars and countless priceless artifacts attached to her family belonged solely to Ronnie, the last Axel. That’d been another point of contention with Frank. He’d hated Ronnie not having his name, but none of the female heirs changed their names.
And they all died in random acts of violence. Just like Vivien.
A chill ran down Kyle’s spine. The unexplainable premonition he’d sometimes felt with Ronnie surged. She was going to be next. He couldn’t shake the feeling. His heart knocked against his ribcage. He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. Sweat
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