The Tycoon's Rebel Bride(6)

By: Maya Banks



a headache.

“You have a wonderful view,” she said as she turned from the window to look at

him.

He cleared his throat and sent his gaze to her face. Anywhere but at the breasts

hugged tight by the thin T-shirt. Theos, but the woman was a walking time bomb.

“Have you already made all the arrangements for your trip to Europe or would

you prefer for me to see to them?” he asked politely.

She shoved her fingers into her jeans pockets, a feat he wasn’t certain how she

managed, and leaned against the window.

“I’m not going to Europe.”

He blinked. “Pardon?”

She smiled again, the dimples deepening. “I’ve decided not to travel to Europe for

the summer.”

He put a hand to his forehead and massaged the tension. Damn Chrysander for

getting a life and saddling him with Isabella Caplan.

“Does this have anything to do with your sudden desire for marriage?” he asked

tiredly. “You still haven’t answered my question about the intended groom.”



8



“That’s because there isn’t one yet,” she said mischievously. “I never said that I

had a man lined out yet, just that I intended to be married before I turned twenty-five. As

that gives me three more years, there certainly isn’t a need to start ordering background

checks.”

“Then why aren’t you going to Europe? It was your plan at least a week ago

according to the letter you sent to Chrysander.”

“I sent Chrysander no such thing,” she protested lightly. “The man Chrysander

hired to oversee my education and my living arrangements informed Chrysander of my

trip to Europe. I simply changed my mind.”

His hand slipped to the back of his neck as a full-blown migraine threatened to

bloom.

“So what do you intend to do then?” He was almost afraid to hear the answer.

She smiled broadly, her entire face lighting up. “I’m getting an apartment here in

the city.”

Theron choked. Then he closed his eyes as he felt the cinch draw tighter around

his neck. If she stayed here, then he would be stuck overseeing her affairs, checking up

on her constantly.

Suddenly her impending marriage didn’t strike such a chord of irritation. She was

twenty-two. True, it was young to marry these days, but certainly not outside the realm of

possibility. Perhaps the best thing he could do for her was to introduce her to a man well

equipped to provide security and stability for her.

The thought was already turning in his head, gaining momentum, when she spoke

again.

“I’m sorry?” he said when he realized he had no idea what she’d said to him.

“Oh, I only said now that we’ve gotten my arrangements out of the way, I need to

be going. I have an apartment to find.”

Alarm bells rang at the idea of Isabella traipsing around a city she wasn’t

intimately familiar with, alone and vulnerable. Hell, she could wind up in an entirely

unsuitable neighborhood. And then there was the matter of her security. Now that she

was going to be here and not in Europe, he’d have to scramble to get a team in place. The

last thing he needed was for her to be abducted as Marley had been.

“I don’t think this is something you should do alone,” he said firmly.

Her expression brightened. “That’s so sweet of you to offer to go apartment

hunting with me. I admit, I wasn’t looking forward to it on my own, and your knowledge

of the city is so much better than mine.”

He opened his mouth to refute the idea that he’d volunteered anything, but the

genuine appreciation on her face made him snap his lips shut. He let out a sigh, knowing

he was well and truly screwed.

“Of course I’ll accompany you. I won’t have you staying just anywhere. I’ll have

my secretary come up with a few suitable places for you to view and then we’ll go.

Perhaps tomorrow morning? You’re welcome to stay in the suite for as long as you need

it.”

She frowned. “But I hate to put you out.”

He shook his head. “It’s no bother. Chrysander still has a penthouse here that I

can use. I need to be looking for a place as well now that I’ve permanently relocated

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