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"The actress?"

"None of your business."

Her brows lifted. "You're my husband. I have a right to know."

He was about to blast her, when he saw the amused light in her spectacular eyes. "Go to hell." He muttered.

"Aah."

He braced when she stepped in front of him. Her scent wafted around him and enveloped him. She was wearing pale peach on her lips. She was wearing heels. Her eyes were on line with his. When she lifted a hand to cup his face, he had to force himself to stand his ground. "Don't forget to be discreet. And use a rubber."

Pinching his cheek lightly, she stepped back. "Don't wait up."

He said nothing as she went to the closet and selected a long, black leather jacket. And he had to fight the urge to help her on with it. When she left, her scent lingered, pissing him off.

*****

"Something smells heavenly and I..." her voice trailed off when she stepped into the kitchen and saw her brother in an intimate embrace.

"I, I let myself in. Hi."

She glanced at her brother before directing her gaze to the tall, slim dark-haired man who stepped back from the embrace. "You didn't tell me you had company."

Matthew sent her a pleading look. "This is Andre Williamson. He's an attorney. We, ah, we met working a case together several months ago."

The man moved forward, his smile easy and relaxed. "I've heard so much about you."

She took the hand but kept her expression cool and guarded. "That's funny. I haven't heard anything about you."

"That's on me."

Matthew moved towards her. "Andre wanted to, wants to go public."

"But your brother is afraid of the consequences."

"He should be."

Ingrid dropped her tote on a chair. "Grandfather would eat you alive and my brother would lose his inheritance, his very significant inheritance. You know who he is, of course."

"Stop--"

"Part of the very powerful Ryder family."

Andre interrupted Matthew smoothly. "I don't care about his money and having money of my own and family pressures, I know exactly how it is. I'm in love with your brother and it's that simple."

Ignoring the fire in her brother's eyes, she trained hers on the man standing next to him. "Nothing is ever that simple and in our family, you'd better believe it."

She sighed and turned to look at her brother. "You could have told me."

"Andre was out of the country for a month, and I told him we need to end things. He came back unexpectedly and insisted on coming here."

Matthew rubbed his hand over his cheek. "I've been fighting my feelings for him, torturing us both."

He turned to look at the guy and the expression on his face twisted Ingrid's belly into knots. This was love, she thought with a pang.

"I'm not sure I want to fight anymore."

Turning back to his sister, he sent her a resolute look. "If you're uncomfortable--"