Too Wilde to Tame

stained-glass designs.

He shrugged. 'It's a very unique piece, and we both liked it. Besides, I want to be sure I get one of your first, original designs. That way when you become this famous artist, it'll be worth a whole lot more.' Scott winked at her.

Now Mia just outright gaped at him. 'Is this my brother Scott talking? The guy who turned down my idea of incorporating my stained-glass designs into the family business?'

Scott frowned at her. 'What's that supposed to mean?'

'I'm just surprised, is all,' she said with a shake of her head. 'You crushed my hopes and dreams when I came home from college, and now you're suddenly one of my biggest supporters.'

'Of course I am. God, Mia, Dad and I had no idea we were crushing a dream of yours, or else we never would have said no.' A wealth of regrets deepened the blue of Scott's eyes. 'I guess we didn't realize just how serious you were about your stained-glass art. And if we'd really known and understood how important your art was to you, we never would have deliberately held you back.'

Mia paused in thought, surprised by her brother's reaction. She'd been so insecure back then, that at the first sign of rejection she'd automatically pulled back and kept her artwork to herself instead of putting up an argument. How unlike her, a woman who was so aggressive in all other areas of her life, she thought wryly.

Then, through the years, she'd kept her erotic pieces hidden, until she'd shared them with Cameron and he'd given her the confidence to pursue her greatest passion. She knew in her heart that her family loved her despite their overprotective ways, but it was Cameron who knew her better than any of them.

'I suppose now that you've made it on your own, very successfully I might add, that Alex and I should start looking for a replacement secretary?' Scott teased.

Her brother might have been joking, but Mia had given that a lot of thought the past few weeks. She'd come to the conclusion that if she wanted to make this her career, she had to give her stained-glass art one hundred percent of herself.

'This is what I love, Scott, and I can't see myself doing anything else,' she told her brother. 'So I guess you can consider this my two weeks notice.'

Scott's mouth gaped open, and Mia tried not to laugh. She'd definitely shocked Scott with her announcement, but before he could reply, Alex and Dana joined them and then Steve and Liz. Soon, she was surrounded by the entire Wilde clan as they complimented and congratulated her on her designs and the phenomenal success of her first show.

Mia approached her stepmother, Amelia, who she'd yet to get a moment alone with tonight. She was standing next to Mia's father, and it struck Mia in that moment just how in love the two of them were. Her father deserved that, and Amelia deserved so much more than Mia had ever given her. Like her affection. Her love. A real mother- daughter relationship.

Mia's throat grew tight with the realization, and she swallowed back the knot and smiled at her father and Amelia. 'Thank you both for coming tonight,' she said and kissed her father on the cheek, then Amelia's. 'It means so much to me to have the entire family here.'

'We wouldn't miss something as important as this, Mia.' Amelia grasped Mia's hands and gave them a warm squeeze that spoke volumes. 'Your father and I are very proud of you.'

The truth of Amelia's words reflected in her eyes, and another swell of emotion rose within Mia. For so many years Mia had been so caught up in her own personal pain and rebellion that she'd denied Amelia any real emotion. And it was so obvious just by looking into the other woman's eyes that she was still hoping it would happen one day.

God, Mia'd been so incredibly selfish!

'Mia,' Amy called out from across the gallery where she was standing with a middle-aged couple. 'Would you mind coming over here, please? I have someone interested in talking to you about having a custom piece designed.'

Mia hated letting this moment between her and Amelia pass without saying more, but she had no choice. 'Excuse-me,' she said and went to discuss business with the couple.

Once again, the business end of her new career took precedence. One custom order led to another, and in between were the stained-glass purchases the guests were making so they could take their art home with them tonight. Finally, the last call was made for anyone who was interested in placing a bid on the silent auction items.

Needing a break and a moment alone to catch her breath, Mia slipped into the back room where the erotic pieces were displayed while everyone else was congregated in the front area of the gallery. She took a drink of her second glass of champagne as she glanced at one of her designs with a SOLD tag attached to it, feeling both giddy and amazed at how much the piece had gone for-almost enough to pay her rent for the next month. Amy had told her everything was going so well that Mia could easily expect a five-figure check before the night was through.

Her success was definitely heady, but one thing was undeniably missing from tonight's festivities: the one man who'd made it all possible. Cameron. She felt that loss in a soul-deep way. Even though she'd accomplished so much tonight, she had no one to share it all with.

'You look absolutely beautiful tonight.'

The deep, sexy voice belonged to only one man she knew. Mia was certain she was dreaming, or hallucinating, until she spun around and found Cameron standing directly behind her. He looked so good, with his tousled dark blond hair, a collared shirt that showed off his wide shoulders and chest, and a pair of khaki trousers that fit him to perfection. Although his demeanor seemed reserved and guarded, his gorgeous green eyes told Mia just how much he wanted her. Still.

She was so elated to see him, she nearly jumped right into his arms. Instead, she exclaimed breathlessly, 'You came!'

Disappointment, and even a hint of sadness, passed over his features. 'You didn't think I would?'

Her fingers curled tight around her champagne flute. 'Honestly, I wasn't sure.'

'You still haven't learned to believe in me, have you?' It was a simple question that didn't require an answer, and he didn't wait for one. 'I've been here for a while. An hour at least. I've been watching you bask in your well- earned success.'

She laughed and shook her head. 'Amazing, isn't it?'

'Not considering the talent in all these designs,' he said with a smile that went straight to her senses. 'I had no doubt you could do it.'

'I owe you a huge thanks,' she said, the words feeling so inadequate when they'd shared so much.

'It's not your gratitude I want, Mia.' There was a bite to his tone, and he glanced away for a moment as if to compose himself before looking at her again.

'I came in here to tell you that I know how difficult this was for you, to let your family see this side to you, but everyone I've talked to is very happy for you, Mia.' His voice was gentle this time, as were the fingers he tenderly brushed across her cheek. 'Now that you've put yourself out there, don't hide who you are inside. Be true to yourself, your feelings, and what you want out of life. And if this is it,' he said, gesturing toward her work, 'then embrace it with everything you have and everything you are.'

He turned and left before she could reply, but his words remained with her long after he was gone. Could she be true to herself and what she wanted? With her stained-glass art, yes, she'd finally taken that step. But with Cameron… that loose end haunted her long after the guests had left for the evening.

By the end of the night, her career as a stained-glass artist had taken off. Her personal life, however, had crashed and burned.

Chapter Eighteen

MIA had known since the night of the gallery show that she and Amelia needed to talk, and it was a conversation long time in coming. She chose Sunday morning to pay a visit to Amelia, because she knew her father would be out fishing with his buddies and her stepmother would be home alone.

Mia pulled up to the house she'd grown up in and found Amelia out front on her knees as she planted new