Billionaire's Island Bride(38)

“I promised,” he reminded her. “Your friend made me.”

At the mention of the recent departee her face clouded over but then it cleared and she was smiling again. “Well, I’m glad you made it.”

Dare said nothing but he had to admit he felt good about it, too. Since he’d brought Erin back to the island he’d spent precious little time with her. Hell, they’d hardly exchanged words except for that time he’d tried to carry her off to his bed. And that had ended in disaster.

“And how’s it going?” she asked. “Your project, is it almost completed?”

Now it was Dare’s turn to look glum. He’d vowed not to even think about the damn thing tonight but now that Erin had brought it up all his anger came flooding back.

“Trust me,” he said, “you don’t want to know.”

“Oh, but I do,” she said quickly and reached out to touch his arm.

He dropped his eyes and looked at her hand and it looked so small and defenseless against the muscles of his arm. He was still staring at her hand when she pulled it away and in her eyes was a look of chagrin.

He could see that she was stiffening again and withdrawing into herself. He’d better start talking before she shut him out altogether. “Do you want the short version or the long version?” He said it with a smile, hoping to get her to relax again.

He knew he’d found success when she smiled again and said, “I’m not going anywhere. Let’s have the long version.”

And so it was that he told her about his two hundred and fifty million dollar dilemma.

“Oh, my God. Dare, you’re joking.” Her eyes were wide with wonder. “Right?”

He chuckled. “I wish.”

“My God,” she whispered, her eyes never leaving his face. “I can’t even begin to imagine that amount of money. And you lost all that?”

He shrugged. “Pretty much. I still have the property but most of the buildings are only fit to be bulldozed. I guess I’ll have to start from scratch with this one.”

“Oh, no,” she said then she looked back at him with a worried expression. “Does that mean you’re bankrupt? Will you lose your house?”

She looked so distressed that Dare burst out laughing. “No need to worry your little head. You won’t be put out on the street. I’ll still be able to buy you little trinkets.”

That got him a glare from Erin. “I’m not worried about me, you idiot. I’m worried about you. I’m used to being poor. You’re not.”

“So sweet of you, cherie,” he said in a teasing tone, hoping to get another rise from her. She was so cute when she was angry. “But I’ll be fine. It’s a lot of money but it won’t make me go broke.”

“Wow.” The word was filled with awe. “I can’t imagine being so rich that I could say words like that.”

“Oh, but you are, my dear.”

“I’m what?”

“Rich. You’re my wife. We didn’t sign a prenuptial agreement so you are part owner of the estate.” Then he looked at her through narrowed eyes, trying to gauge her reaction. “That’s what you wanted, wasn’t it?”

For a moment Erin stared at him, a confused look on her face, then as his meaning sank in her face turned red and she shot up from her chair. “Dare DeSouza, you’re the one who came looking for me. You’re the one who forced me to marry you so don’t you accuse me of pursuing you for your money. You’ve got some nerve-”

“Okay, calm down. I was only joking.” He reached out to grasp her wrist and tug gently until she sank back into her chair.

“Your joke was in bad taste.”

“Yes, I can see that,” he said, trying to look sorry although inside he was grinning. That had certainly put the pink back into her cheeks. He much preferred the passion of her anger to seeing her sad and defeated.

“But seriously,” he continued, “do you know the worst part?”

“What? Isn’t losing all that money the worst part?”

“No, losing a friend.” He hoped she could see that this part was no joke. “I lost someone I’ve known for years, someone I thought I could trust.” He clenched his fists and just stopped short of pounding it on the table. “If you can’t rely on someone so close to you, who else can you trust?” He lifted his head and looked at her. “If there’s one thing I expect from my friends it’s honesty, you know?”

For a second Erin looked nonplussed then she nodded quickly but he could see the blood rising up her neck and to her cheeks. She looked like she wanted to say something but no words came. Instead she carefully placed her napkin beside her empty plate and for the second time that night she stood up. “I’m feeling a bit tired. I think I’ll go to bed now.”