His Heart
Unforgettable, Book 2
I had one rule: no relationships. Work hard, win cases, repeat.
Then I saw Lexi on Valentine’s Day—gorgeous, reserved, and completely off-limits—and all my rules went up in flames.
One unforgettable night of passion was supposed to be the end of it. But fate has a wicked sense of humor, because now she’s here—on my sister’s luxury yacht in the Mediterranean, with nothing but moonlight and temptation between us.
I should walk away. I’m not the guy who falls for someone else’s fiancée. But her body responds to my touch like she was made for me.
I built my career making people believe the truth I present. Now I’ll use every skill I have to convince Lexi of one undeniable fact:
She’s mine.
And I’m keeping her.
I stifled a groan, barely keeping it from escaping. Why had I agreed to come on this trip? Marcus wasn’t here for a quick hello. His presence in the middle of the Tyrrhenian Sea meant he was here for the full family gathering.
I should’ve trusted my instincts. I didn’t belong here. I should’ve been spending what might be Aunt Sheryl’s last days with her, not vacationing on a yacht with Marcus’s family. Why had I ever thought this was a good idea?
Shrinking into the background, I pulled my shoulders in and sank lower into my seat, hoping to become invisible. My heart pounded as Marcus finished chatting with his sisters and turned his attention to the other women, asking about their husbands. His deep voice sent a flare of heat through my veins.
I couldn’t stop staring at him. His tall, broad frame and muscular arms had once held me possessively. The memory of my reckless desire mocked me now.
Pressing my thighs together under the table, I felt warmth pooling in my belly at the thought of him between them. The phantom sensation made me shiver, even in the Tyrrhenian heat.
One by one, Marcus engaged the women, charming them with ease. I could see how much they liked him by the way they smiled and laughed. With each conversation, the moment I dreaded drew closer.
I silently cursed myself for the wanton thoughts racing through my mind. How could I still crave a man who probably hated me for slipping away like a thief in the night? I couldn’t let him see how deeply he affected me, how easily his presence could unravel me.
Hazel’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. “Come on, MJ, sit down! We have so much to catch up on. We’ll get a steward to bring you a drink.”
“Yeah,” Trina agreed, reaching for the intercom to call the staff. “What are you having? I’ll order it.”
Marcus pulled out a chair with a satisfied grunt. “I don’t mind a drink. I’m still jet—”
His words cut off abruptly, his eyes widening as they landed on me.
