Needed: One Convenient Husband(5)

Kyle's gaze dropped to her mouth. "Then, honey, you don't know men very well."

Her heart pounded a little harder, not at the implication that she was  naive about men in general, but at the low, rough timbre of his voice  and the sudden revelation that Kyle did find her attractive.

Eva swallowed against the sudden dryness in her throat. The fingers of  her right hand curled tight against the childish urge to press the heel  of her palm against the sharp pounding of her heart.

Someone else jostled her to get to the bar. Kyle said something low and  curt, his arm curled around her waist as he pulled her against his  side. The move was more courteous and protective than overtly sensual,  but even so, another hot pang shot clear to her toes.

He released her almost immediately, but not before his gaze touched on  hers, filled with unexpected knowledge. Another shockwave went through  her. If she'd thought Kyle hadn't noticed that she was still crazily  attracted to him, she was wrong. He knew.

"Damn, let's get out of here."

Taking her hand, he forged a path through the now-busy bar, and out of  the blue, memories she'd buried flooded back. Kyle's fingers linked with  hers years ago, the carefree flash of his grin as they'd escaped from  the crowded party. The way the earth had stopped spinning and she'd  forgotten to breathe when they had run down to the beach and long weeks  of swimming and talking together had finally reached a flash point.

Breath suddenly constricted, she pulled her hand free and tried to ignore the heated tingling of the brief contact.

Kyle stopped, coincidentally, right beside the wedding cake. "You might  think you can handle marriage to some guy you've only just met, but I  know for a fact you've never even lived with a man."

The memories winked out with the suddenness of a door slamming. Her  temper flared at the evidence that Kyle had been prying into her life.  "Just because I haven't had a long-term relationship-"

"The way I heard it, you haven't had any real relationships."

She dragged off the glasses, her eyes flashing fire. "How can you know  this stuff?" Although she knew the answer had to be Kyle's younger  sisters, the Messena twins, Sophie and Francesca. Over the years she had  become good friends with the twins, so of course they knew exactly how  her life had played out. No doubt Kyle had engaged Sophie and Francesca  in some kind of casual conversation, gathering intelligence. They would  not have realized that telling Kyle she didn't go in for casual  relationships would matter. "I knew it. You've been spying on me."

"Checking up on you. It's part of the brief."

And with his military background, Kyle had a certain skill set. When he  had gone into the army, she had still been lovesick enough to keep tabs  on him. Not satisfied with the rank and file, he had done officer  training, then had gone into the Special Air Service, the SAS. When he  had been sent on his first overseas assignment, she had lost sleep for  weeks, wondering if he had been wounded or even killed. Then she had  learned that he had come back from the mission just fine and gotten  married on his days off. It was then she had decided she would never  worry about him again.

She folded her arms across her chest, glad to have that salutary  reminder about just how meaningless that long-ago holiday romance and  kiss on the beach had been. "I am not a job."

"No." He stared at the monster cake with a faintly incredulous gaze. "You're a pain in the butt."                       
       
           



       

Her chin shot up. "Then why do the job?"

"Believe me, if Mario had chosen someone else, I would have been more than happy."

"Ditto."

A muscle jerked fascinatingly along the side of his jaw. Bolstered by  the unmistakable sign of tension, Eva delivered the only ultimatum she  had. "Then unless you want to keep tabs on me for the next thirteen  years as my trustee, maybe you should let me get on with the business of  getting married."

"Troy Kendal will never marry you."

She should have been shocked by the flat pronouncement, but in a weird  way, after the relentless research he had conducted into all of her  other grooms, she had half expected him to find out. "You don't know  that."

The resolute quality of his gaze, as if he would let her marry Troy  over his dead body, sent a forbidden little thrill through her. She drew  a breath in an effort to still the rapid pounding of her heart.  Something was definitely, seriously wrong with her. She should have been  angry, desperate. She shouldn't like it that Kyle was systematically  getting rid of her grooms.

She slid her glasses back onto the bridge of her nose, suddenly needing  the camouflage. "This conversation is over. I have a business to run."

Kyle dragged his gaze from the mesmerizing sight of Eva walking away,  gripping her official clipboard. His frown deepened when he noted a  familiar figure giving him the kind of narrowed, assessing stare he had  gotten used to over the past few months. Kendal was new on the list of  men Eva had dated since Mario had died. He also deviated from the  pattern of older, biddable admirers Eva had approached in order to find a  manageable, paid husband.

Kendal was twenty-four, which made him younger than Eva by four years.  He was also a well-known professional rugby player with a list of stormy  liaisons behind him. Recently, Kendal had been sidelined by injury and  had missed the cut for the new season, which meant his career was  stalled. According to the research Kyle had done, he was also currently  strapped for cash.

His jaw tightened as Kendal slung his arm around Eva's waist. He knew  exactly where and when Eva had picked Kendal up, because he had  conducted the surveillance himself. It was four nights ago at a trendy  singles bar in downtown Auckland.

He relaxed marginally as Eva detached Kendal's arm with the kind of  brisk efficiency that spelled out loud and clear that whatever bargain  she had struck with Kendal, it was purely business. Which suited Kyle,  since Kendal had the kind of reputation with women that sent a cold itch  down his spine.

Kyle found a seat in the shadow of a large indoor palm, where he could  keep an eye on Eva and Troy. Taking out his phone, he made a call to a  contact. His family's bank poured a lot of money into sponsoring  professional rugby. A few minutes later, after pledging a further  personal donation from his own funds, contingent on a contract offer to  Kendal, he hung up.

A waiter placed a plate of food in front of him. Kyle ate without  tasting, intent on Kendal as the man took a call on his cell. Minutes  later, Kendal left the wedding with a pretty blonde who had been seated  at his table.

Kyle's phone buzzed. After receiving confirmation that Kendal had  verbally accepted a contract offer, he terminated the call and sat back  in his chair.

Eva wouldn't be happy with him. She was smart and would know exactly  what he had done, but Kyle couldn't regret getting rid of Kendal. He was  the kind of unsavory guy he wouldn't trust with any of the women he  knew, family or not.

With Kendal now out of the picture, Eva's last marriage scheme had just collapsed.

The thought filled him with relief. If Eva had picked someone she could  love, he would not have intervened. Instead, she had chosen a list of  controllable men who really did just want money. Losers who were not  immune to the fact that Eva was drop-dead gorgeous and distractingly  sexy. Kyle knew exactly how the masculine mind worked. Platonic  agreement or not, it would have only been a matter of time before Eva  would have found herself maneuvered into bed.

His stomach tightened on a hot punch of emotion.

Over his dead body.

Kendal sliding his arm around Eva's waist had sealed his decision in stone.

Eva had turned him down, but in the space of an hour the game had  changed. She wanted him. Up until now he had been content to keep his  distance and let Eva exhaust her options, but now he was no longer  prepared to stand back or let any other man enter the picture. She would  accept his proposal; it was just a matter of time.

Eva was his.





Four

Eva shoveled a chunk of the gorgeous wedding cake onto a plate and for  good measure snagged two of the ridiculously cute frosted cupcakes and a  flute of champagne. It was an undisciplined decision and the calories  would go straight to her hips, but it had been hours since she had  eaten. Besides, since it was supposed to be her wedding, she figured she  deserved a little comfort food.                       
       
           



       

Irritated with the glasses, which were pressing hard enough on the  bridge of her nose to give her a headache, she dragged them off and  tucked them in her pocket. The music was still pounding in the main  reception room, but the bride and groom had departed, so there was no  longer any need to look nerdish. Plate in one hand, glass in the other,  she scanned the room for Kyle so she could avoid him. Although, since  she had acknowledged the crazy, self-destructive fatal attraction that  gripped her, she seemed to have developed an ultrasensitive inner radar  so that, without looking, she knew exactly where he was.