A Taste of Heaven (Billionaires' Secrets Book 3) by Jennifer Lewis

people walking the face of the earth who had no relationship with Tarrant Hardcastle.
    That he could be simply...hers.
    “The results are incontrovertible. Nearly a hundred percent. Which is hardly surprising considering that Louis DuLac is a successful restaurant entrepreneur. Isn’t it funny that all three of Tarrant’s sons are movers and shakers in the same field? Dominic in food retail, Amado in the wine business and now Louis with an international chain of restaurants. I guess it proves the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, even if the tree wasn’t actively involved in its development.”
    “Yeah. Strange.” Sam swallowed. Her heart bumped painfully against her ribs. “Well, that is great news.” She tried to inject enthusiasm into her voice, which only made it waver.
    It was over. All over.
    Well, the self-indulgent stage of their relationship was. No more flirtatious glances or kisses or passionate embraces. The next stage, where she was his cheerful but sexless stepmother—that was just beginning.
    She slid a little deeper under the covers. “I’ll call and tell him myself.”
     
    “May I speak to Louis DuLac, please?”
    Pleasure flooded Louis’s body at the sound of Sam’s voice. Her formal tones brought a smile to his lips.
    “Speaking.” He sat in his New Orleans restaurant, going over some orders before the early-lunchtime crowd started to arrive. The ceiling fan wafted air over his skin, which heated at the memory of Sam’s sparkling blue eyes and lithe body.
    “Great. It’s Samantha.” Again the clipped voice. As if they were business acquaintances. Like he’d never held her in his arms and made love to her all night long.
    “I know. Hi, Sam.” He let a hint of flirtation slide into his voice.
    “You’re Tarrant’s son. I just heard the results of the analysis. There’s no doubt at all, you’re definitely his.” The barrage of words ended abruptly.
    No words came to his tongue. Tarrant’s son.
    He had a father.
    He blew out a snort. Of course he had a father; everyone did. Hard to be born without one. Still. A real person, who probably shared traits with him that he’d never even noticed in himself.
    “Are you there?” Sam’s voice jerked him out of the strange rash of thoughts.
    “Sure, I’m here. It’s taking a while to sink in.”
    “Isn’t it wonderful?” Her voice rang with false cheer.
    “Yeah, I guess so.” She’d wanted so badly for him to be the son she sought. Or did she? Now that they’d been intimate, everything was complicated.
    “I’m thrilled.” Her voice reached such a high note that it actually cracked. “It’s just what I was hoping for. You must come to New York as soon as possible. Your brother Dominic is anxious to meet you, and so is your sister, Fiona. Amado told me he can fly up from Argentina anytime.”
    “I have two brothers and a sister?” He couldn’t keep the excitement out of his voice. She’d mentioned Tarrant’s other children before, but they hadn’t seemed real until now. A thick rush of emotion flooded his body and made his skin prickle.
    Since the loss of his grandparents, he’d felt painfully alone sometimes. His mom was...well, she was a law unto herself, and woe betide anyone who tried to count on her for anything other than a spectacular stage performance. His grandma and granddad had been the people he’d turned to for love and support, until suddenly they were gone—dead within weeks of each other.
    Adrenaline and excitement pulsed inside him at the prospect of meeting the siblings he never knew he had. “I can’t wait to meet them. Truly. Where do I show up? Just tell me when. I’m coming.”
    “Oh, Louis. I’m so happy. Really, I am.” He heard tears in her voice. “Tarrant would be so pleased. It’s such a shame you’ll never meet him.”
    “I have a feeling I’ll get to know him anyway.”
    I’ve already slept with his wife. Regret, mingled with stray longing, stuck in his craw.
    There was