A wealthy playboy and a down-to-earth freelance photographer, will they ever see eye to eye?
Reeve Leighton is a man who’s never worried about money in his life. It’s gotten him everything he could wish for. Until he crosses paths with Affrica O’Shea. Unlike any woman before he can’t charm her with his wealth, she doesn’t care how much he has.
Affrica O’Shea loves her job as a freelance photographer. She meets amazing people and travels the world. When she meets Reeve he turns her world upside down, why does this man affect her and make her think about forever?
Left alone, Reeve scowled at the retreating forms of the trio of men bound together in ways that he and his brother could never be, nor had they ever been. He had always envied his brothers; caught in the middle, Reeve wasn’t special in his mind.
Not the baby like Godric. Nor was he the firstborn, the heir to the Leighton legacy, as Scott was.
Then, there was the fact Godric owned a business, had since he was twenty-four. That was six years ago, and his country club was one of the most prestigious around.
In addition, the firstborn had to go and join the military. Become one of the best. Reeve was proud of his brother, but there were times he missed the closeness they used to share, back before Scott left for Annapolis and a career in the US Navy. The closeness Scott, or Harrier, now shared with the other members of his Team had once been between Reeve and his brother.
Therefore, Reeve was the playboy of the family. Parties, fast cars, and faster women. That seemed to be his motto. For a brief time, he’d sobered up a bit after a scare of being a father with Marisol, but after that got cleared up, he had gone right back to his familiar lifestyle.
He knew Scott didn’t approve of how Reeve was “wasting” his life, but ever since he had seen the way Scott looked at Alexis that first night he met her, Reeve felt something was missing from his own. And no matter how hard he partied, it was still there, mocking him. Daring him to confront it. So he ran hard and partied even harder.
Flipping his car keys in his hand, he opened the door to the house that had become the permanent home of his brother and sister-in-law and walked out into the comfortable autumn afternoon. His gaze immediately honed in on the woman who was talking with a taxi driver as the man put her bags in the trunk.
As she tossed her head, her gaze turned back to the house, and a glower settled over her features.
“Let me explain,” Reeve said as he realized his feet were heading him in her direction.
The driver got into the vehicle, and Affrica leaned against the cab, one arm over the open back door. “What do you want?” she snapped.
“I want to apologize for—”
“For assuming I was stealing something?” Affrica butted in.
“Well, I didn’t know who you were.”
Her brown eyes made him want to jump in and see where they took him. It looked like she had flecks of dark gold in them, when he peered nearer. Moreover, he wanted to peer as closely as he could.
“I didn’t know who you were either, but I didn’t make the wrong assumption.” Her gaze raked over his body. “I was right on the money about you.”
“Meaning?” Reeve stepped closer, dwarfing her body with his larger, much stronger one.
“I figured you were a rich, arrogant asshole.” A smirk filled her face. “I was right.”
Reeve lowered his face to hers and inhaled her subtle fragrance.
“You forgot something,” he mumbled, using the voice he knew women thought of as a sexy baritone.
“How incredibly handsome I am.” He moved two lean fingers to twirl around a thick curl. He couldn’t believe how soft her hair was. Reeve wanted to bury his hands into the hair on the sides of her head and see if she tasted as sweet as he believed she would.
A decidedly less-than-feminine snort escaped Affrica. Leaning in, her fingers trailed over the edge of his silvery shirt, just tantalizing his skin as her lips moved within millimeters of his own. “I see handsome men all the time, and trust me…I dinna forget it. I dinna think it worth mentionin’.”