Lyra nodded. She knew her sister well. “I’m sure. Rach just didn’t know how to go about it.”#p#分页标题#e#
“Well,” he said. “I thank you for telling me.”
“You better thank me by doing right by my sister,” Lyra snapped. “Hurt her again and I will make you pay.”
“My relationship with Rachel is none of your business,” Dominic snapped back.
“You have no idea how wrong you are.”
He glared some more, Lyra flicked her hair back again, giving him a taunting look. He deserved it for hurting Rachel already…though it was true that Rachel had also been at fault. Regardless, he needed to understand that such behavior would be unacceptable in the future. And if she was pushing him because she’d like to be pushing someone else, well no one could prove it, and Lyra would be damned if she’d ever admit it.
“I would love to meet the man who manages to tame you,” Dominic grated.
“You and me both, sugarplum,” Lyra said but her words felt like a lie, because she’d already met him hadn’t she, and his name was Andros Casstellini.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Andros could not quite believe what he was seeing. In fact, he blinked once, and then again, just to be sure, but the image in front of him did not disappear.
Lyra. Lyra!
She stood across the street, by the entrance to the office building directly opposite him, the headquarters of one Dominic Rimeria, a longtime acquaintance of his. The other man was Italian, so they shared a language and a heritage, and their bank accounts were almost identical. Both men were rich beyond belief. Worse, Rimeria was one of the few billionaires in London as young as he, and as ruthless in his private life. What the hell was Lyra doing outside of his building? And…as Andros shifted position, his heart thudded and his gut clenched…what the fuck was Rimeria doing was with her?
The answer came to him immediately. Stood close together, their gazes locked, an intensity he didn’t understand arching between them, it was obvious. Rage exploded, and it was visceral, unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
His chest ached in a way Andros did not understand, and before he knew what he was doing, he was striding across the street, his eyes narrowed on them both, his anger ridiculously out of proportion. It felt almost like it had at Club Belmont, when he’d realized exactly what Lyra was doing to him.
Dios…
“Lyra!” He spat the word out and both she and Rimeria turned at the same time.
Andros didn’t have time to take in the shock stamped across her face, or the fact that her eyes widened and her lips parted. Instead, his attention was focused on Rimeria alone.
“Dominic,” he growled.
The other man nodded. “Andros.”
“You two know each other?” Lyra said.
“Of course we do,” Andros snapped. “What is going on here? Lyra, why are you here?”
Dominic looked back and forth between them. “I take it you are also acquainted?”
Andros glared. “Quite.”
“Oh…” Dominic raised an eyebrow. “It all makes sense.” He turned to Lyra and shook his head. “What you said in the office…about there being three. One for each.”
She nodded. “Yep. You’re quick. I’ll give you that.”
“Then you will excuse me, I have a fiancée to see.”
“You make sure you behave yourself!”
“Unlikely.” The Italian grinned. “I will see you soon, Lyra, and thank you.”
“Don’t make me regret it.”
“I won’t.”
Baffled by their odd exchange Andros glared at Rimeria as he headed back into the office, before reaching forward and gripping Lyra’s arm. His hand immediately felt warm in an inexplicable way, but his frown deepened. “You have lost weight.”
“And hello to you too.”
She tugged on her arm, hard, leaving Andros no choice but to let it go. He raked his eyes up and down her, taking in everything like a parched man seeing water for the first time in days.
She looked so fucking beautiful. A little thinner maybe, dark smudges under her eyes, her hair not as bright as he remembered, but…Andros shifted, his hard-on immediate. How he wanted her still. The months away had done nothing to dim that. Why the fuck had he imagined they would?
“What is going on here, Lyra?” he demanded.
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me,” he said, the rage expanding. “I cannot believe this. I look across the street and my eyes refuse to believe what they are telling me.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Believe what? And that’s not even how the analogy goes.”