The Unexpected Millionaire

by Susan Mallery

  “Look. I’ve got to get you and the kittens inside. It’s cold and it’ll be foggy tonight. I know you’re hungry and tired so just shut up and cooperate.”

  The cat blinked slowly. The claws retracted.

  He scooped up the kittens and set them in the nest of towels he’d folded in the box, then reached for the mother cat. She hissed, then rose and jumped gracefully onto the towels and curled up around her babies.

  Kane grabbed his coat, Willow’s shoe and sock and the box, then headed back to his place.

  This wasn’t how his day was supposed to go. He lived a quiet life by choice. He liked his place—it was secluded and he didn’t get visitors. Solitude was his friend and he didn’t need any others. So why did he have an uncomfortable sensation that everything was about to change?

  He walked into the gatehouse and found Willow on the phone.

  “Gotta go,” she said. “Kane’s back with the cat and her kittens. Uh-huh. No, that’s great. Thanks, Marina. I appreciate it.”

  “You called someone?” he asked as he set the box by the fireplace.

  “You gave me the phone. Was I not supposed to use it?”

  “It was for emergencies.”

  “You didn’t say that. Anyway, the call was local. I phoned my sister. She’s bringing over cat food and a litter box. Oh, and some dishes, because I didn’t think you’d want to use yours for the cat food. I’d put money on her calling Mom and telling her what happened, which means Dr. Greenberg is probably going to want to check me out before I can move.”

  “You have a doctor who makes house calls?”

  “My mom’s worked for him for years. He’s great.” She glanced at her watch. “We should have this all wrapped up by two or three. Really. But if you have to be somewhere, don’t let me keep you.”

  As if he was going to leave her alone in his place. “I can work from home today.”

  “So that’s all good.”

  She smiled at him, as if all this was normal. As if she was normal.

  “You can’t do this,” he told her. “You can’t invade my life.”

  “I didn’t invade it. I stumbled into it. Literally.”

  There was that smile again—the one that transformed her from pretty to beautiful and made her eyes twinkle. As if there was a joke that only she got. Which, based on her loose grasp of reality, was probably true.

  “Who the hell are you?” he demanded.

  “I told you. Julie’s sister.”

  “Why aren’t you at work?”

  “Oh, I work from home, too. I’m a cartoonist, actually. I have my own comic strip. I’m syndicated. Do you have anything to eat? I’m starved.”

  He didn’t keep much food around. It was always easier to grab a meal on his way home from work. But there had to be something.

  “I’ll go look.” He stalked toward the kitchen.

  “Nothing with meat. I’m a vegetarian.”

  “Of course you are,” he muttered.

  The cat had followed him into the kitchen. He searched his bare pantry and found a can of tuna. After opening it, he dumped the contents on a plate and set it on the floor. The cat gulped down the food.

  “She must have been starving.”

  He looked up and saw Willow standing in the doorway. She was balanced on one foot, holding on to the door frame, her gaze focused on the stray.

  “Poor thing. All alone in the world and pregnant. You know whoever the guy cat is, he didn’t bother to stick around. It’s just so typical. A real statement on our society today.”

  Kane rubbed his temples as he felt the beginnings of a headache.

  “You should be sitting,” he said. “You need to ice your ankle.”

  “I’m getting cold from the ice. Do you have any tea?”

  He wanted to snap back that this wasn’t the kitchen at the Four Seasons and no he didn’t have any damn tea. That she should be grateful he hadn’t left her and the stupid cat out there to freeze to death.

  Except this was Los Angeles and it never got close to freezing and there was something in Willow’s blue eyes, an expectation of goodness and trust, that stopped him.

  She was the kind of woman who expected the best from people and would bet a large portion of his considerable bank account that she’d been disappointed more often than not.

  “No tea.”

  She nodded. “Not the tea type, huh? You’re too macho for that.”

  “Macho?”

  “Manly, virile, whatever.”

  “Virile?”

  “I’m just guessing on that one. It might not be true. You don’t seem to have a woman in your life.”

  He felt an unusual need to growl at her. “You screw with my day, threaten my boss, run from me, blame me because you tripped and now you’re questioning my…my…”

  “Manhood?” she offered helpfully. “Am I making you crazy? It happens. I try not to do that to people and I don’t always know when I’m doing it.”

  “You’re doing it now.”

  “Then I’ll stop. Would it help if I hopped back to my chair?”

  “More than you know.”

  “Okay.”

  She turned, then swayed and grabbed on to the door frame to keep her balance. He swore and stepped over the cat to pick her up.

  “It’s just the blood loss,” she said as she rested her head on his shoulder. “I’ll be fine.”

  “Especially considering you haven’t lost any blood.”

  “But I could have.”

  He turned his head to look at her. It was only then that he realized how close their mouths were. His gaze locked on the curve of her lips and he had a pressing need to rest his mouth there. Just for a second. To know what she felt like and how she tasted.

  He shouldn’t. He would only hurt her—it was as inevitable as the sunrise and yet he was tempted.

  “I wouldn’t mind,” she whispered. “I know I’m not your type but I wouldn’t ever tell anyone.”

  He didn’t know what she was talking about and he didn’t care. Because for once in his life, he was going to do the one thing he knew he shouldn’t.

  He was going to kiss her.

  Two

  K ane claimed Willow with a kiss that took her breath away. Powerful, sensual, erotic. She couldn’t say what was different, how his mouth pressing against hers was unlike any other kiss, but it was.

  His lips were firm and demanding, but with a gentleness that made her want to give him anything he wanted. She knew he could just claim her—he was more than capable of taking, but the fact that he didn’t seemed to make him even more powerful and appealing.

  She clung to him, her arms around his neck. Her body straining to be closer. He touched his tongue to her lower lip and she parted for him instantly.

  When he swept into her mouth, she felt heat pouring through her body. Need made her quiver and if she’d been standing, she would have collapsed.

  His tongue explored her, teased her, excited her. He tasted of coffee and some exotic flavor that left her hungry for more. She kissed him back with an enthusiasm that probably should have embarrassed her, but as she figured this was a one time thing, why not go for it.

  The kiss went on and on until various parts of her body began complaining that they, too, wanted some of that. Her breasts ached and between her legs she felt a distinct longing.

  Finally he raised his head and looked at her. Passion darkened his eyes to the color of storm clouds, which was something she’d never been able to think before. The wanting tightened his features and made him look predatory.

  “You want to have sex with me!” she announced, so pleased she nearly kissed him again.

  He muttered something under his breath and carried her back to the chair on the living room.

  “We’re not having sex,” he told her.

  “Oh, I know. I don’t know you and that would make it tacky, but you were interested. Plus, you held me for a long time without breaking a sweat. So you must work out.”<
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  He shook his head. “I’ve never understood why anyone would want to bang his head against a wall, but now I get it.”

  She ignored that. “Kane?”

  He glanced at her.

  Her breath caught. It was still there—the need. Men had offered to take her to bed before, but they’d never needed her. Not sexually.

  “Wow. I’m not imagining it. You are so incredibly sweet. Thank you.”

  “I’m not sweet. I’m a cold son of a bitch.”

  Oh, please. She smiled. “You’ve made my whole day. Guys don’t ever want me. Not really.”

  He looked her up and down in a blatantly sexual way. She supposed that to be a fully realized woman, she should be insulted, but in truth, it was thrilling.

  “Trust me—guys want you. You’re just not paying attention.”

  “No, they don’t. I’m the warm, caring type who takes in strays. I give them a home—well, not literally. I mean they don’t come live with me. But I rescue them. You know, patch them up, give them support, care about them and then they leave. But they never…you know.”

  “Wanted to sleep with you?” he asked bluntly.

  She winced. “Not usually. Which is fine. Some are just friends, but others…” She shrugged. “It’s kind of the way my life goes.”

  She could deal with that—it was her destiny to fix the guys and send them on their way. But sometimes she wished they would see her as something other than a good friend. There had been a couple she’d wanted to stick around.

  “Just so we’re clear,” he said. “I don’t need rescuing.”

  She wasn’t sure she believed him, but she was willing to let it go for now. Mostly because the wanting thing was so incredible.

  “You’re so good-looking and powerful,” she said with a sigh. “Not my type at all, not that I’m complaining.”

  “Good to know,” he said dryly.

  “You could kiss me again. I wouldn’t mind.”

  “While that’s a pretty irresistible invitation, I’ll find you something to eat instead.”

  She was kind of hungry. “But you do still want me, right? That hasn’t faded.”

  He looked into her eyes and she felt the pull of his need. Her insides got all hot and quivery.

  “Wow,” she breathed as he turned away. “You’re good.”

  “I live to serve.”

  He crossed to the kitchen where she heard him opening cupboard doors. She glanced at the mother cat licking her babies.

  “I think you’re going to be really happy here,” she whispered. “Kane is nice and gentle. He’ll be a good owner.”

  Or he would be, once she convinced him that he wanted to keep the mother cat and her kittens. He was at heart, she believed, a decent man. With her need to rescue, she didn’t find decent very often.

  There was a knock on the door.

  “I’ll get that,” she said as she slid to the edge of the chair and prepared to stand on one leg.

  “This is my place and I’ll get it,” he told her as he walked across the hardwood floor. “Sit. Stay.”

  “You kiss too good for me to be scared of you,” she told him.

  He ignored her and opened the door. “Yes?”

  “I’m Marina Nelson. I’m here to see my sister.” She thrust a bag into his arms. “There are more in the car.”

  Willow twisted in her seat and waved. “You came.”

  “Of course I came. You said you’d fallen and broken your ankle.”

  “I called Marina because I knew she was home this morning,” Willow said to Kane, “Julie’s at work. Are you going to step aside so she can come in?”

  “I haven’t decided.”

  “You could push past him,” Willow told her sister.

  Marina shook her head. “He looks burly.”

  Willow opened her mouth to say that he wasn’t all that tough and that he was an amazing kisser, then she thought better of it. It was really the sort of information she needed to keep to herself.

  “You look alike,” Kane said.

  Willow sighed. Obviously he was going to be difficult. “All three of us do. It’s quite a gene pool. Are you going to let her in?”

  “Do I have a choice?”

  “If I leave now, I’ll only come back with reinforcements,” Marina told him.

  “Right.”

  He moved aside and Marina slipped past him. She rushed to the chair and hugged Willow.

  “What on earth happened? What are you doing here? What did you do to your poor foot?” Marina sank onto the ottoman and leaned forward. “Start at the beginning and tell me everything.”

  Kane took the single bag into the kitchen, then disappeared outside.

  “So talk,” Marina said.

  “I haven’t been able to forget about Todd,” Willow began. “I kept getting madder and madder. Or is it more mad? Anyway, when I woke up this morning, I just couldn’t stand it anymore.”

  Marina looked at her. “Tell me you didn’t come over here to take him on.”

  “That’s exactly what she did,” Kane said as he walked in with an armful of bags. “Are there more in the trunk?”

  “No, just those in the backseat. Thanks.”

  He grunted, then disappeared into the kitchen.

  Willow watched him go, admiring the way his slacks tightened around his butt as he moved. She’d never been one of those women who admired men’s rears before, but then she’d never seen one this good.

  “Willow,” Marina said impatiently.

  “What? Oh, sorry. So I came over here to yell at Todd. He nearly broke up Julie and Ryan and I couldn’t stand thinking about that. I mean who does he think he is? Plus there’s the whole million dollar thing just hanging out there and he’s so self-centered and egotistical you just know he’s thinking we’re dying to meet him now that Julie’s engaged. I just want to beat him with a stick.”

  “For someone who’s a vegetarian and so into being one with nature, you’re surprisingly violent,” Kane called from the kitchen.

  “I’m not violent,” she yelled back. “I wasn’t the one flashing a gun around. Where is it, by the way?”

  “Somewhere you can’t get it.”

  Marina’s eyes widened. “He had a gun?”

  “Yes, but don’t worry about it. So I came here and Kane answered the door and I guess he thought I was a serious threat because he tried to grab me.”

  “What?”

  “It’s his job. He’s in charge of security for all of Todd and Ryan’s companies. You have to be clear on that. He’s a little touchy about people thinking he’s only in charge of the house or something.”

  “I’m not touchy.”

  The words were a little garbled, as if he were speaking through clenched teeth.

  She leaned forward and lowered her voice. “He really is. Who knew? Okay, so he tried to grab me, I ran and got through the house, but he caught up with me on the grounds. Then I tripped, and as I went down, I not only ripped off my ankle, I saw the cat there giving birth. So here we are.”

  Marina covered her mouth, then dropped her hand to her lap. “I swear, I don’t know if I should laugh or shriek. Only you, Willow, only you.”

  Kane walked out of the kitchen, holding a litter box in his hand. “Is this what I think it is?”

  “Only if you think it’s a cat box,” Marina said, then turned back to her sister. “It’s completely disposable and biodegradable. Cool, huh?”

  “Very. Thanks for that. Where do you think we should put it?”

  Marina glanced around the living room. “Somewhere a little more private.”

  Kane stared from the women to the litter box and back. What the hell had happened? When had he lost control of the situation, not to mention his life?

  “I’ll go find a place,” Marina said. She stood and took the box from him, then smiled. “It’s kind of a lot to take in. You probably need a minute to recover.”

  He watched her walk out of the living room and down
the hallway. Great, Willow thought he needed rescuing and her sister was convinced he was an idiot.

  “Is there a scooper?” Willow asked him. “You’ll want that by the box, along with some paper towels.

  He started to ask for what, then stopped himself. Right—it was basically a cat’s bathroom. There would be deposits.

  “She’ll know how to use it, right?” he asked as he jerked his head toward the cat.

  “Oh, sure. We’ll just show her where it is.”

  Marina returned without the litter box. “The bathroom off the second bedroom seems like a good bet. I put it there.” She walked to her sister, bent over and said in a low voice, “It doesn’t look like he has women here on a regular basis, so that’s something.”

  He was equally outraged and admiring. “I’m standing right here.”

  Willow smiled at him. “We know.”

  “He seems okay,” Marina continued. “But given your history with guys…”

  “It’s true,” Willow said sadly. “Maybe he’s different.”

  “Still standing here,” he announced.

  “You could feed the cat,” Willow said. “You’ll probably be more comfortable in the kitchen while we’re talking about you behind your back.”

  In a scary, twisted way, her words made sense. He retreated to the kitchen, all the while wondering what had happened. This morning everything about his life had been normal and pleasantly solitary. Somewhere along the way, he’d been invaded. There were people here—he didn’t do people.

  He went through the bags. There was canned cat food, a bag of dry and three bowls. He filled one with water and the other with dry food. The mother cat rushed into the kitchen and fell on the food. When he dished up some canned, she abandoned the dry to feast on that.

  While she ate, he checked out the rest of the bags. Marina had brought over bread, honey, several packages of frozen soup, bags of cookies, apples, pears, some girly soap and the latest issue of a celebrity gossip magazine. Did she think her sister was moving in?

  He felt something brush against his leg. When he glanced down he saw the mother cat rubbing her leg against him. She looked up, purring.