''I Do''...Take Two! by Merline Lovelace Read Free Book Online

stupidity, you know...you have to know you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to spend my life with.”
    When the groove dug deeper, the thought Travis had kept buried in the dark recesses of his mind slithered out of its hole like a venomous snake in search of something to feed on.
    â€œUnless...” He reached deep, fought savagely for calm. “Have you found someone else? Someone you want to spend yours with?”
    â€œNo! God!”
    â€œYou can tell me. I’ll understand.” His jaw worked. “I won’t like it, but I’ll understand.”
    â€œOh, for pity’s sake! Do you think I’d dump Dawn and Callie and take off with you if I had another man waiting in the wings?”
    Breathing deep, he lopped off the snake’s head and booted its carcass into the netherworld. “So what’s the bottom line here, Kate? Why did you dump Callie and Dawn?”
    â€œBottom line?”
    She caught her lower lip between her teeth. He waited, certain the painful honesty he saw in her brown eyes signaled the end. If it did, he swore with a vow that cut sharp and deep, he would back off. Accept the damned divorce. Let her get on with her life.
    â€œI love you, too,” she said quietly. “Always have. Always will. But we’ve both learned the hard way that love isn’t always enough. I guess I wanted... I needed ...one last shot at bridging the gap between what is and what could be.”
    His chest unfroze. His heart started beating again. His lungs pumped enough air to fuel an instant decision.
    â€œWe need to reopen negotiations.”
    Instantly wary, she held up both palms. “No way. I’m not ready for—”
    â€œThe itinerary,” he cut in. “Are you up for another side trip?”
    â€œDepends. Where do you want to go?”
    â€œLet me make a call. Then I’ll give you the details.”
    He tossed his napkin on the table and found a quiet corner in the hall outside the breakfast room. Digging his cell phone out of his jeans pocket, he used his thumb to skim his list of contacts and found the one he wanted. A few seconds later, the call went through the international circuits.
    â€œEllis.”
    â€œIt’s Westbrook.”
    Brian Ellis was president and CEO of Ellis Aeronautical Systems, the prime contractor on the highly classified modification to the Combat King’s avionics that Travis and his Italian counterpart were currently testing. Ellis had flown over to Italy for a progress review and the final test flights.
    A former aviator himself, Ellis had struck a chord with both Travis and Carlo. Over beers a few nights ago, he’d let drop that his corporation was in the process of subcontracting with Lockheed for a multinational, multimillion-dollar contract for an upgrade to the jet engine’s electronic injection system. He’d also mentioned that he’d scheduled a visit with one of the other major players in the proposed upgrade.
    â€œYou still heading down to Modena this afternoon?” he asked Ellis.
    â€œI am. Assuming Mrs. Wells can manage Tommy.”
    â€œOh. Right.”
    Travis had almost forgotten that Ellis had brought his six-year-old son to Europe. The plan, the CEO had explained drily, was to spend some quality time with his son before school started while exposing him to as much history as his young mind could absorb.
    Travis admired the busy executive for wanting to spend time with his son. But he’d had to grin when Ellis confided that the little stinker had already escaped his nanny twice during those hours his father couldn’t be with him. The boy knew better than to leave the hotel on his own, his exasperated father related, and he’d wreaked enough havoc within its centuries-old walls to make it questionable whether they’d be allowed back.
    â€œWhat’s your schedule in Modena?” Travis asked.
    â€œThe meet and greet at the headquarters is set