them!
They didn’t usually cry after they had made love with world-famous actor Jordan
Simpson,
he reminded himself grimly; the crippled, useless Jordan St Claire was obviously something else entirely.
Someone
else entirely!
God, how he hated feeling so damned helpless. So unlike himself. It was—
‘I’ve been thinking …’
Jordan turned fiercely at the sound of his brother’s voice. ‘Get
out
of here, Gideon!’
‘That I’m probably an unwanted third,’ his brother finished unhurriedly, and gave a pointed look in the direction of the obviously upset Stephanie. ‘I can easily book into the pub in the village for the night and come back in the morning.’
‘No! ‘ Stephanie looked up to protest, hastily drying her cheeks as she stood up. ‘Of course you mustn’t leave, Mr St Claire—’
‘Gideon,’ he invited coolly. ‘Mr St Claire makes me sound too much like my older brother.’
‘Whatever,’ she dismissed uncomfortably. ‘You have as much right to stay here as Jordan does. I’m the one who should leave.’
‘Oh, I doubt my baby brother would be too happy about that,’ Gideon said, after a swift glance in Jordan’s direction.
The two brothers were like two sides of a negative, Stephanie suddenly realized: Jordan’s hair was long and dark, whereas his brother’s was the colour of gold and styled ruthlessly short. Jordan’s eyes were the same gold as his brother’s hair, and Gideon’s eyes were so dark and hard they appeared almost black. And the contrast in the way they were dressed was just as extreme. Jordan’s clothes were casual; Gideon St Claire wore tailored black trousers and a black cashmere sweater over a grey shirt unbuttoned at the throat, his black leather shoes obviously handmade.
They were also two of the most devastatingly handsome men Stephanie had ever set eyes on!
‘You’re right. He
wouldn’t
like that,’ Jordan answered his brother. ‘Let’s get the introductions over with and go on from there, shall we?’ he suggested. ‘Stephanie, meet my brother Gideon St Claire. Gideon, this is Stephanie McKinley.’
Stephanie didn’t know quite what to make of the fact that he didn’t add anything else to his introduction to explain what she was actually doing there. Although
she
didn’t feel too inclined to explain what she was doing there to the haughty Gideon St Claire, either, after the intimacy of the scene he had walked in on only minutes ago!
‘Mr St Claire,’ she said with a stiff nod.
‘Miss McKinley,’ he murmured, his features every bit as hard and chiselled as his twin’s.
Stephanie had no doubt this cynically tough man was a formidable lawyer. She would have to ask Joey if she had ever met him in court.
‘McKinley …?’ Gideon St Claire repeated slowly, his dark gaze narrowing on her in shrewd assessment. ‘Red hair. Green eyes. Hmm.’ His mouth compressed. ‘Youwouldn’t happen to be related to Josephine McKinley, would you?’ he asked.
Oh, dear Lord! Stephanie’s sister and this man
had
met. But when? And where? Please, please, God, let it not be in any way connected with the Newmans’ pending divorce case!
Just thinking of Jordan’s reaction if he learned that she was being named as the ‘other woman’ in a divorce—albeit falsely—after the disgust he had shown for his own father’s infidelity, was enough to make her feel ill.
‘Her twin.’ Jordan was the one to answer his brother—economically. ‘And apparently she hates to be called Josephine,’ he added.
‘Do you know my sister, Mr St Claire?’ Stephanie eyed Gideon warily.
‘Not personally, no,’ he said. ‘I have heard of her, though,’ he added.
And nothing good, either, if the hard glitter in those piercing dark eyes and the contemptuous curl of those sculptured lips was any indication!
Stephanie knew that Joey had earned herself something of a reputation in the courts of law these last three years, and that many of her colleagues considered her
They didn’t usually cry after they had made love with world-famous actor Jordan
Simpson,
he reminded himself grimly; the crippled, useless Jordan St Claire was obviously something else entirely.
Someone
else entirely!
God, how he hated feeling so damned helpless. So unlike himself. It was—
‘I’ve been thinking …’
Jordan turned fiercely at the sound of his brother’s voice. ‘Get
out
of here, Gideon!’
‘That I’m probably an unwanted third,’ his brother finished unhurriedly, and gave a pointed look in the direction of the obviously upset Stephanie. ‘I can easily book into the pub in the village for the night and come back in the morning.’
‘No! ‘ Stephanie looked up to protest, hastily drying her cheeks as she stood up. ‘Of course you mustn’t leave, Mr St Claire—’
‘Gideon,’ he invited coolly. ‘Mr St Claire makes me sound too much like my older brother.’
‘Whatever,’ she dismissed uncomfortably. ‘You have as much right to stay here as Jordan does. I’m the one who should leave.’
‘Oh, I doubt my baby brother would be too happy about that,’ Gideon said, after a swift glance in Jordan’s direction.
The two brothers were like two sides of a negative, Stephanie suddenly realized: Jordan’s hair was long and dark, whereas his brother’s was the colour of gold and styled ruthlessly short. Jordan’s eyes were the same gold as his brother’s hair, and Gideon’s eyes were so dark and hard they appeared almost black. And the contrast in the way they were dressed was just as extreme. Jordan’s clothes were casual; Gideon St Claire wore tailored black trousers and a black cashmere sweater over a grey shirt unbuttoned at the throat, his black leather shoes obviously handmade.
They were also two of the most devastatingly handsome men Stephanie had ever set eyes on!
‘You’re right. He
wouldn’t
like that,’ Jordan answered his brother. ‘Let’s get the introductions over with and go on from there, shall we?’ he suggested. ‘Stephanie, meet my brother Gideon St Claire. Gideon, this is Stephanie McKinley.’
Stephanie didn’t know quite what to make of the fact that he didn’t add anything else to his introduction to explain what she was actually doing there. Although
she
didn’t feel too inclined to explain what she was doing there to the haughty Gideon St Claire, either, after the intimacy of the scene he had walked in on only minutes ago!
‘Mr St Claire,’ she said with a stiff nod.
‘Miss McKinley,’ he murmured, his features every bit as hard and chiselled as his twin’s.
Stephanie had no doubt this cynically tough man was a formidable lawyer. She would have to ask Joey if she had ever met him in court.
‘McKinley …?’ Gideon St Claire repeated slowly, his dark gaze narrowing on her in shrewd assessment. ‘Red hair. Green eyes. Hmm.’ His mouth compressed. ‘Youwouldn’t happen to be related to Josephine McKinley, would you?’ he asked.
Oh, dear Lord! Stephanie’s sister and this man
had
met. But when? And where? Please, please, God, let it not be in any way connected with the Newmans’ pending divorce case!
Just thinking of Jordan’s reaction if he learned that she was being named as the ‘other woman’ in a divorce—albeit falsely—after the disgust he had shown for his own father’s infidelity, was enough to make her feel ill.
‘Her twin.’ Jordan was the one to answer his brother—economically. ‘And apparently she hates to be called Josephine,’ he added.
‘Do you know my sister, Mr St Claire?’ Stephanie eyed Gideon warily.
‘Not personally, no,’ he said. ‘I have heard of her, though,’ he added.
And nothing good, either, if the hard glitter in those piercing dark eyes and the contemptuous curl of those sculptured lips was any indication!
Stephanie knew that Joey had earned herself something of a reputation in the courts of law these last three years, and that many of her colleagues considered her
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