To Win His Heart

“He asked you to marry him?” his voice grated with incredulity.

Her instincts had been right. The idea of her becoming Luc’s sister-in-law was so repugnant to him, he was caught in a vise.

“Isn’t that what an engagement ring means? Or is your younger brother in the habit of promising one to every groupie he fancies without any intention of delivering…”

He raked a hand through his vibrant black hair, a gesture that indicated the news had disturbed him. Good. She hoped his concern to protect his brother from a predator like herself was great enough to agree to her plan.

“What kind of game are you playing with him?” came the voice of ice.

“Game?” She feigned innocence. “I admit it was exciting to be wined and dined by him for a little while. Fred got me interested in Formula I racing and I followed Cesar’s success for a long time before we ever met.

“Meeting your brother was a great thrill. He’s a wonderful man, and he’s done everything to show me a fantastic time, but—”

“But all along it’s been dull, boring Fred you wanted, and now you’re afraid to tell Cesar?” She felt his question like the tip of a whip against her skin.

“No,” she came back, intrigued to discover he’d remembered an offhand comment she’d made about Fred in his hearing. “I ended it with Fred before I flew here for Greer’s wedding.”

“How many dead bodies are lying around in that colorful past of yours?” he muttered in an acerbic tone. The wounds were growing.

“My past is none of your business, but Cesar is.”

A nerve ticked at the corner of his sensual mouth. “Go on!”

“Well…Cesar knows I’m not seeing Fred anymore. So he’s not going to believe there’s another man in my life, and he would be right. But that’s not what I told him in the note I left for him at the hotel in Monza.”

“That was like waving a red flag,” Luc drawled with contempt.

“I thought I was being polite,” Olivia asserted. “After the race I went back to the Accademia in a taxi and dashed off a letter before checking out. It was a combination goodbye–thank you note.

“I left it with the concierge to give to him when he came in. In it I explained that my heart belonged to another, but I wished him success in the future. Since Cesar is aware that other person isn’t Fred, I’m afraid I’ve painted myself into a corner, and now I need help.”

Lines marred his features. “You should have thought of that before you went to bed with him.”

“The Duchess girls don’t sleep around!”

“That’s an interesting fairy tale.”

She bridled. “Cesar said the same thing, so I told him to ask Max when he gets back from his honeymoon if he doesn’t believe me. Theirs was a white wedding. Why do you think they got married so fast?”

He folded his arms. “Why are you digressing? If I’m to be of assistance to you, you have to tell me exactly how far things have progressed between you two. The truth this time.”

“You won’t believe me if I tell you, so why should I bother.”

“You’re still avoiding answering my question,” Luc reminded her testily. “I can assure I’m not asking out of a prurient desire to know the intimate details, just the facts. But if you don’t want my help after all…” He was a breath away from shutting the door on her.

She had to tamp down her euphoria. Obviously the thought of his brother marrying her disgusted him enough to listen.

“After the way you spoke to me at the wedding, do you honestly think I would darken your doorstep if I didn’t?” she challenged.

A war was waging inside him. She knew it by the tautness of his Gallic features. “I

repeat. How far did you go to accomplish what no other groupie has managed to do?” he persisted.

“I didn’t have to do anything. He’s the one who kissed me outside my hotel room before I told him I had to go in.”

“And you expect me to believe he did all the work?”

Her brows knit together. “Why do you have to know that?”