“I thought you’d be anxious to get home to Raina by now,” Charlotte said.
“You know as well as I do, heartburn never killed anyone.”
“Then I’d love to see Hollywood with you. Maybe Russell can give us a tour.” Her green eyes glittered with pleasure.
That was the surprise plan, but Roman didn’t reveal all now. “Maybe.”
She fell back against the pillows and laughed. “I still can’t believe the lengths your mother went to in order to get you boys married off.” She was obviously thinking of Raina’s antics again.
“Thank God I figured it out. All that tea and Maalox were the first clue she was dealing with indigestion more than a heart ailment; so were the over-the-counter acid-killing medications. But she also exhibited the classic symptoms of a bad liar.” He shook his head, remembering, “She’d never look me in the eye when I questioned her about her health, and when she thought I wasn’t around, she took the stairs like a sprint runner.” He rolled his eyes at the memory.
“Not to mention the fact that she forgot to hide her exercise clothes?”
He chuckled. Before his trip to D.C., he’d tossed in a load of laundry and found his mother’s damp sweats and T-shirt in the wash. No way he’d been looking at anything other than freshly worn exercise clothing. He’d wanted to strangle her when he put the facts together, but he’d needed his story confirmed first.
It had been easy to corner Dr. Leslie Gaines and pretend his mother had confided in him about her condition. He led the doctor to believe he knew his mother’s health problems weren’t serious, but was concerned that liquid antacid wasn’t too healthy either. Dr. Gaines had agreed that gastric reflux wasn’t as severe a problem as the heart attack they’d thought Raina had the night she was brought into the ER. The doctor assured him she was still monitoring Raina’s heart anyway, and said she’d consider stronger prescription medication for her reflux.
“How could your mother not realize she was dealing with Chandler men with inherited reporters’ instincts?” Charlotte asked.
“Because she was dealing with sons who put love and concern first and never once thought to look beyond.” Hell, if Roman hadn’t lived with her, he’d never have caught on.
“And you’re sure you’re doing the right thing not telling her you know?”
Roman grinned. “She thinks she’s got the start of a winning track record. Why ruin her good mood? Besides, once I got over the shock and anger, I paid her back, didn’t I?”
Charlotte stretched against the mattress, her lean body tempting him as much as the first time he’d laid eyes on her. “By telling her she wouldn’t be getting grandchildren anytime soon because we want time alone together first, I know. And I still feel guilty lying to her.”
“She deserves payback,” he murmured. “And I don’t know if I deserve you, but I’m going to enjoy you anyway.” He dipped his head to trail lazy kisses around her breast, teasing her with quick darts of his tongue, but never latching on to the nipple that begged for his touch, his tongue, his teeth.
Charlotte arched her back and moaned, a supplication and a plea for him to put her out of her misery and latch on to that distended tip. He’d come to know her body signals and signs well within the last few weeks and he’d never tire of learning more. “Not yet, sweetheart.”
“We need—”
“I know exactly what we need,” he said, his groin throbbing and ready to enter her slick body. He tormented her with his fingers first, gliding them between her legs and slipping one into her slick folds.
She squeezed her legs together tight, trapping his hand between her thighs and stilling any more movement. “We need to let Chase and Rick in on her condition.”
Roman groaned. “How can you think about anything at this moment, including—or should I say especially—my brothers?”
“It’s called prioritizing, and it isn’t easy, believe me. Don’t you think I’d rather be making love to you instead of rehashing this?”
They’d had this same argument before, Charlotte telling him it was unfair to keep Chase and Rick in the dark about Raina’s decent health. “Honey, when we get home, we’ll talk about telling Rick and Chase. In the meantime, the longer we keep them in the dark, the longer they’ll be at Mom’s mercy, and the better chance they have of finding the happiness we have together.”
She sighed. “Maybe you’re right.”
“I know I am.”
“Then why do I feel so guilty?”
He grinned. “Because you have too much time to think. Which means I ought to distract you completely.”
Roman raised himself up and over her, settling himself on top of his wife. His wife. The word, which once would have sent him running abroad, now filled him with complete satisfaction. And all because of Charlotte.
She not only loved him, but she adored his family and looked out for them the same way she did for her own. This beautiful, caring woman was his, and would be forever. And he intended to enjoy every living, breathing moment of married life, while making all Charlotte’s dreams and fantasies come true.
His groin pulsed against her soft sex. “Open for me, Charlotte.”
Her lips turned upward in a sexy smile at the same time her thighs parted wide. She was already wet and ready for him, and he thrust inside her easily and quickly, but there was nothing quick about how he intended to make love to her.
Her sigh of satisfaction was complemented by her body’s reaction, as she clenched and closed herself around his hard erection. “Oh, yeah,” he muttered, the slick heat filling him not just with hot need,
