A Reputation For Revenge. Jennie Lucas
then said weakly, “Um, is it?”
He gave a low, threatening laugh. “If it were, I would hardly admit it.” He turned away, pacing a step before he looked back at her. “So you’ve changed your mind. But has it occurred to you,” he said softly, “that I might have changed my mind about marrying you?”
Josie looked up with an intake of breath. “You—wouldn’t!”
He shrugged. “Your rejection of me three days ago was definitive.”
Fear, real fear, rushed through Josie’s heart. She’d gambled her last money to come here. Without Kasimir’s help, Bree would be lost. She’d be Vladimir Xendzov’s possession. His slave. Forever. Her shoulders felt tight as hot tears rushed behind her eyes. Desperately, she grabbed his arm.
“No—please! You said you’d do anything to get the land back. You said you made a promise to your dying father. You—” She frowned, suddenly distracted by the hard muscle of his biceps. “Jeez, how much weight lifting do you do?”
He looked at her. Blushing, she dropped his arm. She took a deep breath.
“Just tell me. Do you still want to marry me?”
Kasimir’s handsome face was impassive. “I need to understand your reason. If it’s not to be a princess…”
She gave a choked laugh. “As if I’d marry someone for a worthless title!”
His dark eyebrow lifted. “For your information, my title isn’t worthless. It’s an asset. You’d be surprised how many people are impressed by it.”
“You mean you use it as a shameless marketing tool for your business interests.”
His lips curved with amusement. “So you do understand.”
“I hope you’re not expecting me to bow.”
“I don’t want you to bow.” He looked up, his blue eyes intent. “I just want you to marry me. Right now. Today.”
Staring at his gorgeous face, Josie’s heart stopped. “So you do still want to marry me?”
He gave her a slow-rising smile that made his eyes crinkle. “Of course I want to marry you. It’s all I’ve wanted.”
He was looking down at her… as if he cared.
Of course he cares, she told herself savagely. He cares about getting his family’s land back. That’s it.
But when he looked at her like that, it was too easy to forget that. Her heart pounded. She felt… desired.
Josie tried to convince herself she didn’t feel it. She didn’t feel a strange tangle of tension and breathless need. She didn’t.
Kasimir reached out a hand to touch her cheek. “But tell me what changed your mind.”
The warm sensuality of his fingers against her skin made her tremble. No man had touched her so intimately. His fingertips were calloused—clearly he was accustomed to hard work—but they were tapered, sensitive fingers of a poet.
But Prince Kasimir Xendzov was no poet. Trembling, she looked down at his strong wrist, at his tanned, thick forearm laced with dark hair. He was a fighter. A warrior. He could crush her with one hand.
“Josie.”
“My sister,” she whispered, then stopped, her throat dry.
“Bree changed your mind?” Dropping his hand, he walked around her. “I find that hard to believe.”
She took a deep breath.
“Your brother kidnapped her,” she choked out. “I want you to save her.”
She waited for him to express shock, elation, rage, something. But his expression didn’t change.
“You…” He frowned, narrowing his eyes. “Wait. Vladimir kidnapped her?”
She bit her lip, then her shoulders slumped. “Well, I guess technically,” she said in a small voice, “you could say she wagered herself to him in a card game. And lost.”
His lip curled. “It was a lovers’ game. No woman would wager herself otherwise.” His eyes narrowed. “My brother always had a weakness for her. After ten years apart, they’re no doubt deliriously happy they’ve made up their quarrel.”
“Are you crazy?” she cried. “Bree hates him!”
“What!”
Josie shook her head. “He forced her to go with him.”
His handsome face suddenly looked cheerful. “I see.”
“And it’s all my fault.” A lump rose in her throat, and she covered her eyes. “The night after you proposed, my boss invited me to join a private poker game. I hoped I could win enough to pay off my father’s old debts, and I snuck out while Bree was sleeping.” She swallowed. “She never would have let me go. She forbade me ever to gamble, plus she didn’t trust Mr. Hudson.”
“Why?”
“I think it was mostly the way he hired us from Seattle, sight unseen, with one-way plane tickets to Hawaii. At the time, we were both too desperate to care, but…” She sighed. “She was right. There was something kind of… weird about it. But I didn’t listen.” She lifted her tearful gaze to his. “Bree lost everything on the turn of a single card. Because of me.”
He looked down at her, his expression unreadable. “And you think I can save her.”
“I know you can. You’re the only one powerful enough to stand up to him. The only one on earth willing to battle with Vladimir Xendzov. Because you hate him the most.” She took a deep breath. “Please,” she whispered. “You can take my land. I don’t care. But if you don’t save Bree, I don’t know how I’ll live with myself.”
Kasimir stared at her for a long moment.
“Here.” He reached for the heavy backpack on her shoulder. “Let me take that.”
“You don’t need to—”
“You’re swaying on your feet,” he said softly. “You look as if you haven’t slept in days. No wonder. Flying to Seattle and back…”
Without her bag weighing her down, she felt so light she almost felt dizzy. “I told you I went to Seattle?”
He froze, then relaxed as he looked back at her. “Of course you did,” he said smoothly. “How else would I know?”
Yes, indeed, how would he? After almost no sleep for two days, she was starting to get confused. Rubbing her cheek with her shoulder, she confessed, “I am a little tired. And thirsty.”
“Come with me. I’ll get you a drink.”
“Why are you being nice to me?” she blurted out, not moving.
He frowned. “Why wouldn’t I be nice to you?”
“It always seems that the more handsome a man is, the more of a jerk he is. And you are very, very…”
Their eyes locked, and her throat cut off. Her cheeks burned as she muttered, “Never mind.”
He gave her a crooked grin. “Whatever your sister might have told you about me, I’m not the devil. But I am being remiss in my manners. Let’s get you that drink.”
Carrying her backpack over his shoulder, he turned down the hallway. Josie watched him go, her eyes tracing the muscular shape of his back beneath his jacket and chiseled rear end.
Then she shook her head, irritated with herself. Why did she have to blurt out every single thought in her head? Why couldn’t she just show discipline and quiet restraint, like Bree? Why did she have to be such a goofball all the time, the kind of girl