Their Soul Mate [The Hot Millionaires #5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Zara Chase

least fretting over her two hunky employers had done what her non-existent willpower had never achieved and killed her appetite. She was about to return to her office, wondering what to do with herself now she’d found Zac’s mother. Would that be the end of her employment here? It would cost Zac big time if it was. She’d given up her flat because he’d offered her several months’ work, but now that she came to think about it, they hadn’t discussed what she’d be doing for him other than finding his mother and supervising the renovations here.
    “Someone at the door asking for you, love,” Larry said, passing the open kitchen door.
    “Oh, thanks.”
    Another supplier, she supposed, wiping her hands down her jeans and heading for the door. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw Jason there, looking devastating in a light gray suit over a black T-shirt.
    “Hey,” he said, grinning at her and thrusting a bunch of roses into her hands. “What’s going on here?”
    “What are you doing here?”
    “Well, you wouldn’t come to me so—”
    “Jason, we have nothing to say to one another.”
    She threw the flowers on a builder’s trestle table and glared at him, wishing her heart would stop hammering against her ribcage. Nerves, not desire, she told herself, knowing it was true. Zac and Cody had done her one huge favour and given her the confidence to be who she really was without feeling the need to apologize for it.
    Jason merely laughed, overwhelmingly confident. “Sure we have.”
    She turned toward the kitchen, aware that he wouldn’t go until he’d had his say. “Okay,” she said, leaning her butt against the table, arms crossed over her breasts. “Say what you came to say and get out. I’m busy.”
    Jason glanced round the scruffy room and sneered. “Is this the best you can do?” he asked. “Looks like something out of a Hammer horror movie.”
    “But I like it, so what does that say about me?”
    Jason narrowed his eyes at her. “What’s happened to you, babe?”
    Justine snorted. “You forfeited the right to ask when you dumped me.”
    “Look, I was out of order, okay?” He spread his hands. “What do you want me to say? I made a mistake, and I’m man enough to admit it. I can’t cut it without you, and you deserve better than this.” He glanced round the room, his derisive expression more eloquent than a thousand words. “Come back to town and we’ll start again. You can camp out at my place.”
    Justine quirked a brow. He’d pretended not to hear all her hints about moving in with him when they’d been a couple. Now that the offer had been made—after a fashion—it no longer held appeal. He admitted to making a mistake but hadn’t once said anything about loving her, which told Justine all she needed to know about his true feelings.
    “You just don’t get it, do you, Jason?” Justine glowered at him. “I don’t want to come back. I’m getting to like the country.”
    “Then I’m just gonna have to remind you what you’re missing.” He laughed. “Come here.”
    Before she could stop him he pulled her into his arms, crushing her body against his as he kissed her. Just for a split second she allowed him to, simply because she was too surprised to put up a fight.
    “What the fuck’s going on here?”

Chapter Seven
     
    “Zac, you’re back.”
    Justine hastily pushed the oaf who was manhandling her aside, looking flustered to have been caught out. All the pleasure Zac had anticipated in seeing her again evaporated. This must be the jerk, and she didn’t look the least bit unhappy to see him again.
    Zac wanted to punch something—or someone. He’d allowed himself to believe that she just might be different. He should have known better. She was just like all the others—fickle and untrustworthy.
    “Sorry, I should have knocked.”
    “Yeah, you should.” The jerk gave Zac an insolent once-over. “We were having a private conversation here.”
    “Go!”