Cole Cameron's Revenge

"We'll talk about it now," Cole had said coldly, and, finally Jergen had obliged.

"Your brother was seeing somebody on the side," he'd said bluntly. "Nobody faulted him for it. That wife of his was cold as ice. She never showed him the, uh, the warmth a man's entitled to in a marriage."

Jergen told him about the separate bedrooms, about the lack of outward affection between Faith and his brother. Ted's housekeeper had found the situation appalling and hadn't hesitated to describe it to practically everyone in town.

"That sister-in-law of yours is some piece of work," Sam Jergen had continued. "Hooked your brother by getting him to think he'd put a bun in the oven."

"You mean, she said she was pregnant?"

"Come on, Cole. You don't think your brother would have married her otherwise, do you? Then, after she was elbow deep in Cameron money, she showed him just what she thought of him."

"He had her sign a prenup, didn't he?"

Jergen had laughed. "Woman got him to the altar in the first place by doing away with your brother's ability to think. No, there wasn't a prenuptial agreement. Worse still, he wrote a will leaving her everything. Well, you get the house but all the rest is hers."

"Wills can be broken," Cole had said with grim determination.

He'd come to Liberty to do just that. He knew he shouldn't have hated Ted for marrying Faith. She was the one; she'd played them both for fools and now, she thought it was payoff time.

No way.

Faith had never been fit to be Ted's wife. She wasn't fit to be his widow. And that meant she sure as hell wasn't fit to claim a dime of Ted's estate. He'd fight her for every penny, win and give it to charity. Burn it. Anything, rather than see his brother's widow get her hands on the money-and she probably knew it. No wonder she'd fainted at the sight of him.

She was still lying on the couch where he'd put her, as limp as a rag doll.

Jergen's secretary skidded into the conference room, holding a tall glass of iced water and a wet towel.

"Is there anything else I can do, Mr. Cameron?"

Cole shook his head. "The lady fainted, that's all."

"Shouldn't she have come around by now?"

He squatted down beside the couch. He was wondering the same thing. Faith's face was shockingly white; he could see the swift beat of her pulse in her throat. Sweat beaded on her forehead. He looked at the heavy black silk suit and the cream colored blouse, and muttered an oath under his breath.

"Damned fool woman, to dress like a nun on a day as hot as this."

Somewhere in the outer office, a telephone rang and rang. "The phone," Jergen's secretary blurted.

Faith moaned softly.

"She's coming around now. Go on. Do whatever you have to do. I'll deal with this." Cole wiped Faith's face with the wet cloth as Jergen's secretary shut the door behind her. "Faith." He leaned closer. "Faith, open your eyes."

Color was stealing back into her face. Cole hesitated, then began unbuttoning her jacket. He undid the top buttons of the blouse, too. Then he slipped his arm beneath her shoulders, lifted her toward him and worked the jacket off. She sighed and her head fell against his shoulder.

He felt the whisper of her breath against his throat and suddenly he remembered the last time he'd held her like this. It was the night they'd made love. Afterward, she lay curled in the curve of his arm, her breath warming his skin.

Abruptly, he pulled his arm out from under her and she fell back against the cushions.

"Faith," he said sharply, "come on, Faith. If this is for my benefit..."

Cole's voice faded away. Why had he opened her jacket? The blouse clung damply to her flesh. He could see the soft, lacy outline of her bra. In the old days, her bras had been plain white cotton but then, she hadn't needed adornment. She was all the adornment a man could take. The first time he'd unhooked her bra, the roundness of her breasts, the soft pink of her nipples, had almost made him lose control.

All these years, and suddenly he could remember the feel of her silky flesh in his palms, the taste of it on his tongue...

Dammit.

Cole shot to his feet. What the hell was he doing? He'd hated this woman far longer than he'd wanted her. She'd lied, cheated, seduced him and then Ted. She was the reason his brother had died on a rain-slick road and yet here he was, remembering things that had been lies..and turning hard as a rock, just the same.

No wonder she'd trapped Ted in her web. He'd have been pathetically easy, smart when it came to books and numbers but naive about women, shy to the point of avoidance. What chance would the poor bastard have had when a woman with the face of an angel and the instincts of a whore turned her wiles on him?

"Faith," he said sharply, and as he did, she opened her eyes. They were blank at first but when they focused on him he saw fear splinter in their blue depths. She was right to be afraid, Cole thought, and shot her a quick, mocking smile. "Nice to see you again, baby. But you didn't have to give me such a memorable welcome."