Married Again to the Millionaire by Margaret Mayo Page A

thought she would not sleep, not after what had happened between her and Adam, and certainly not with Ethan sharing their bed, she somehow managed it, and when she awoke she had the bed to herself.
    She had dreamt that they were making love again, desperate, uninhibited love. Her heart was still racing, her body bathed in sweat. She was a fool. She was setting her own fate by letting Adam get close. It was giving out the wrong impression.
    Ethan deserved to get to know his father, yes, he deserved to spend time with him, but she knew that Adam wanted them to live together and she didn’t see how that scenario could ever work—not again. Her mind would constantly dwell on the fact that it was a loveless marriage. Always had been and always would be.
    Hearing Adam and Ethan talking in the kitchen, she silently slipped through to the bathroom. After showering, she dragged on clean jeans and a white T-shirt with a broken red heart on it. There were no words but she guessed that Adam would get the message.
    When she joined them in the kitchen, though, Sienna couldn’t help smiling. Ethan was busy laying the table while Adam whisked eggs. It was a perfect domestic scene. When had he become a dab hand at cooking? she asked herself when he presented her with perfectly cooked scrambled eggs on toast. It was not something she could ever imagine him doing. His eyes rested on the message on her T-shirt, and he looked at her questioningly but said nothing.
    After breakfast she washed up while Adam took his shower, and after she had got an excited Ethan ready, Adam’s driver appeared as if by magic. When they arrived at where his boat was moored Ethan jumped up and down with glee.
    Sienna was a little concerned that his over-excitement might have a detrimental effect. The stitches didn’t seem to be worrying him, though. He never even mentioned them.
    She did her best to keep him calm while silently admiring the cruiser’s sleek lines. There was nothing modest about it and she had expected no less.
    Adam was very much the man of the moment, taking charge with smooth efficiency, letting Ethan sit between his legs and pretend to steer.
    But he never ignored Sienna. He included her in their conversation, looked across at her constantly with promise in his beautiful blue eyes, managing to keep her in a constant state of arousal—much to her annoyance.
    She didn’t want to feel. She didn’t want this man back in her life, not like this, not when he was behaving as though it was a foregone conclusion that they would become one happy family.
    He was undoubtedly doing his best to achieve that status but it was not so simple. Adam was hard to resist, as last night’s love-making had proved. Nevertheless, his confession that he had never loved her really had knocked the ground from beneath her feet.
    As far as he was concerned, though, nothing had changed. And the stakes were high.
    Adam wanted Ethan. And if Ethan came with his mother then so be it. She was good in bed and that was enough.
    It was all he had ever wanted her for! It was a disheartening thought. And the more she thought about it, the truer she knew it was.
    They stopped for lunch at a riverside café but as they made their way back afterwards Ethan began to complain of a headache.
    ‘I knew it would be too much for him.’ Sienna’s eyes flared as she faced Adam.
    ‘Sienna, he’ll be all right.’ Adam kept his tone calm, his whole demeanour suggesting that she was worrying for nothing.
    ‘I’ll take him into the cabin and see if he’ll go to sleep,’ she announced, her eyes flaring a magnificent blue. ‘He’s over-excited. Didn’t the doctor say he should be kept quiet?’
    She did not wait for Adam’s answer, holding her son’s hand as they descended into the cabin. Here she laid Ethan down on one of the couches and sat beside him, smoothing his brow and singing softly.
    Within a few minutes he was fast asleep.
    ‘I didn’t realise you could sing. You have an