Ignite: a Billionaire Second Chance romance by Serena Sinclair Page B
Authors: Serena Sinclair
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leaving a kiss on her forehead before he turned and strode away.
Cyn stood as though her feet had grown roots and watched him make his way back to the King limo. He turned to catch her staring and a slow, sexy smile from his lips made her ache in all the right places.
Chapter Two
C yn pulled slowly up the sweeping drive of the King property. The house was a gorgeous red brick mansion in the Georgian style. Her small bungalow was modest in comparison, even smaller than the guest house a mile down the road.
She parked and retrieved her bags from the trunk. She intended to spoil Amelia King royally today. She wouldn’t own her salon if it weren’t for Mrs. King. The woman was a powerful force when it came to bringing in wealthy clientele.
Cyn closed the trunk and nearly jumped out of her skin when Max appeared. His long muscular legs were encased in a worn pair of low slung jeans and a baby blue tee that made his blue eyes more intense than possible hugged his torso.
She glanced down at her own attire. This was likely the last day she might get from her short sundress with fall coming on quickly. Instead of sandals, her feet were happy in her favorite cowgirl boots and Max stared at them for what seemed an eternity.
“Those can’t be the same boots you wore all summer way back when…”
Cyn laughed and pushed her bags into his muscular arms.
“No, they’re not, but close! These are Roses and Thorns from Lucchese. Most comfortable boots known to womankind.”
Max nodded, enjoying the look of her long legs as she modeled them for him.
“Roses and Thorns, hmm…” he said as he moved closer, his hands regrettably too full to touch the places his eyes wandered.
“Life will always have thorns but I am grateful for the roses.”
She left him standing by the car and went to meet Mrs. King at the door. A light drizzle had begun to fall and she turned to see Max hurrying up the stone path to the house.
Cyn resolved to keep her attention on Mrs. King instead of her gorgeous son, but Max wasn’t going to make that easy. He placed her bags on the floor and took her arm, leading her past his mother and into the dining room.
Mrs. King followed behind, a happy smile on her face. Max had been as stoic as she and having Cyn to brunch was the perfect distraction for them both.
“Cynthia, Jo will set up your things in the sun room as usual so when brunch is over we can visit while you pamper me.”
Max sat across from Cyn at the table and reached for one of Jo’s famous croissants.
“You pamper mama often it would seem,” he said as he brushed butter on his first victim and slowly took a bite.
Cyn’s eyes were on his lips, wishing she were that croissant. Melting in his mouth was an activity she would like to revisit soon. She shook her head and remembered his mother was in the room and her own promise to focus on Mrs. King.
“Amelia, what’s been the best part of having Max home again?” she asked and turned her eyes away from the devilishly handsome man seated across from her.
Mrs. King smile and watched her errant son sitting at her table once more dressed casually and looking right at home.
“It is the memories, I think. It feels as though we’ve rolled back ten years since he came home.”
Cyn nodded. It felt just like that to her too. She dared not remind everyone that ten years ago Max was more than her boyfriend, he had been her first.
“Rhys will be home again in a few hours. He had to go in his father’s stead to a meeting in Boston. Hopefully the running of all the King holdings will soon return to normal. I believe Brooke is flying back with him.”
Cyn saw Max shift in his chair from the corner of her eye and wondered who Brooke was.
“Has Rhys married, then?” she asked Mrs. King
Max had a coughing fit and Cyn turned to see that he was okay. He glanced away and took a long swig of his water.
“Oh no, dear, Brooke is Max’s fiancee. Hasn’t he mentioned her?”
Cyn bit her tongue
Cyn stood as though her feet had grown roots and watched him make his way back to the King limo. He turned to catch her staring and a slow, sexy smile from his lips made her ache in all the right places.
Chapter Two
C yn pulled slowly up the sweeping drive of the King property. The house was a gorgeous red brick mansion in the Georgian style. Her small bungalow was modest in comparison, even smaller than the guest house a mile down the road.
She parked and retrieved her bags from the trunk. She intended to spoil Amelia King royally today. She wouldn’t own her salon if it weren’t for Mrs. King. The woman was a powerful force when it came to bringing in wealthy clientele.
Cyn closed the trunk and nearly jumped out of her skin when Max appeared. His long muscular legs were encased in a worn pair of low slung jeans and a baby blue tee that made his blue eyes more intense than possible hugged his torso.
She glanced down at her own attire. This was likely the last day she might get from her short sundress with fall coming on quickly. Instead of sandals, her feet were happy in her favorite cowgirl boots and Max stared at them for what seemed an eternity.
“Those can’t be the same boots you wore all summer way back when…”
Cyn laughed and pushed her bags into his muscular arms.
“No, they’re not, but close! These are Roses and Thorns from Lucchese. Most comfortable boots known to womankind.”
Max nodded, enjoying the look of her long legs as she modeled them for him.
“Roses and Thorns, hmm…” he said as he moved closer, his hands regrettably too full to touch the places his eyes wandered.
“Life will always have thorns but I am grateful for the roses.”
She left him standing by the car and went to meet Mrs. King at the door. A light drizzle had begun to fall and she turned to see Max hurrying up the stone path to the house.
Cyn resolved to keep her attention on Mrs. King instead of her gorgeous son, but Max wasn’t going to make that easy. He placed her bags on the floor and took her arm, leading her past his mother and into the dining room.
Mrs. King followed behind, a happy smile on her face. Max had been as stoic as she and having Cyn to brunch was the perfect distraction for them both.
“Cynthia, Jo will set up your things in the sun room as usual so when brunch is over we can visit while you pamper me.”
Max sat across from Cyn at the table and reached for one of Jo’s famous croissants.
“You pamper mama often it would seem,” he said as he brushed butter on his first victim and slowly took a bite.
Cyn’s eyes were on his lips, wishing she were that croissant. Melting in his mouth was an activity she would like to revisit soon. She shook her head and remembered his mother was in the room and her own promise to focus on Mrs. King.
“Amelia, what’s been the best part of having Max home again?” she asked and turned her eyes away from the devilishly handsome man seated across from her.
Mrs. King smile and watched her errant son sitting at her table once more dressed casually and looking right at home.
“It is the memories, I think. It feels as though we’ve rolled back ten years since he came home.”
Cyn nodded. It felt just like that to her too. She dared not remind everyone that ten years ago Max was more than her boyfriend, he had been her first.
“Rhys will be home again in a few hours. He had to go in his father’s stead to a meeting in Boston. Hopefully the running of all the King holdings will soon return to normal. I believe Brooke is flying back with him.”
Cyn saw Max shift in his chair from the corner of her eye and wondered who Brooke was.
“Has Rhys married, then?” she asked Mrs. King
Max had a coughing fit and Cyn turned to see that he was okay. He glanced away and took a long swig of his water.
“Oh no, dear, Brooke is Max’s fiancee. Hasn’t he mentioned her?”
Cyn bit her tongue
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