Another week came to pass following Samuel’s death, and with each day, it became harder and harder to pretend that he didn’t know she was in love with him. It was in her eyes every time she looked at him. It was in her voice every time she talked to him, and most inescapable of all was the way she touched him. Every time her lips brushed against his, every time her fingers grazed his skin, every time their bodies came into contact –

I love you. I love you. I love you.

That was what her touch sang to him, and he was having a harder and harder time blocking the words out of his mind.

He knew, of course, that it was only a matter of time before something would rock the boat, but Sean was resolved to keep them inside their glass house for as long as he could. He was a billionaire, dammit. What good would his damn money do if it couldn’t keep the cracks in their relationship from showing?

He would spend whatever was needed, do anything that was needed – he would wait for as long as it took until Isla realized that things could still work between them…even if he didn’t love her.

Love was real. He wasn’t that big an idiot to doubt its existence, but neither was he some whimsical fool to believe that love at first sight could actually happen. They had written to each other for two weeks, and they had been together for about the same time.

Less than a month in total, he thought grimly. How in the fuck could one fall in love under a month’s time? How could mere days be enough for people to realize they had found the one they’re meant to spend the rest of their life with?

It was on the twenty-first of December that an emergency demanded Sean to fly out to San Antonio, and Isla joined Sean in his truck as one of his men drove them to the ranch’s private hangar. When it was time to see him off, he was surprised to have her suddenly burst into tears as she threw her arms around him.

“Hey.” He gently pulled away to tip her chin up. “What’s this about?”

She could only shake her head at him, tears still running down her face.

“I’ll only be gone for two days, darlin’.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I’ll be back before you know it.”

Isla watched Sean board the helicopter, and she kept watching him until the blur of her tears made him fade.

Sean’s driver took her back to the ranch and politely kept his gaze averted as she thanked him in a tear-clogged voice.

After, Isla slowly climbed up the stairs, but she couldn’t quite make it all the way to the top before her knees gave out and she burst into uncontrollable tears. She had promised herself she would give him time, but each day just made her pain grow. She had thought nothing could hurt worse than Jonathan’s betrayal, but she was wrong. She had liked Jonathan, cared for him, but what she felt for the other man had never been love and she knew that now.

Sean was the man she loved – but he didn’t love her.

* * *

Sean called Isla’s mobile as soon as his chopper landed on the rooftop of the fifty-floor skyscraper he co-owned with the other members of SAFE. Her phone rang endlessly before switching to voice mail, and so it went until it was time to join his executives for an emergency board meeting and he was forced to push all thoughts of Isla back of his mind.

The meeting lasted for hours, and throughout it Sean had fought hard against the urge of calling Isla until she picked up. A part of him told himself he was being silly. He was acting like she had a fucking bounty on her head, and wasn’t that as stupid as believing in love at first sight?

It was almost five in the afternoon when the meeting finally ended, and the first thing he did was call his ranch and ask Rosita about Isla.

It’s supposed to be a secret, Rosita confided to him in a whisper, but she’s out shopping for your Christmas gift.

He thanked his housekeeper and ended the call. He told himself he was worrying for nothing, but when his secretary knocked on his door and told Sean that his lawyer was asking to see him without an appointment, a sick feeling started in his stomach.

Something was wrong.

He was damn sure of it now.

“What brings you here?” Sean asked quietly as soon as the older man was seated across his desk.

“Not good news, I’m afraid.” Oscar Mitchell’s voice was grave.

Sean took the folder being handed to him.

Oscar saw the billionaire whiten and felt sorry for the younger man. What a damn mess, he thought sadly.

For a long time, Sean could only stare blindly at the contract he was holding. The terms stated in it were short and to the point: Isla no longer intended to push through with their marriage plans, and she was willing to pay whatever penalties she could incur because of her decision.

“When did she give you this?” he asked tautly.

“About nine in the morning.”

Just a little after he had left for San Antonio, he thought bleakly. Her tears made sense now, and he felt like ten thousand kinds of a fool for not realizing anything sooner.

“Did she tell you why?”

“Not in so many words,” Oscar answered heavily, “but I can hazard a guess. The first time she came to me was a day after your father’s funeral. She was in tears, but when I offered to call you she went damn near hysterical. It took some time to calm her down and even then there were bits and pieces missing, she kept crying---” The lawyer saw the way his billionaire client blanched and realized he had perhaps spoken too much.

“I’m sorry, son.”

Sean shook his head. “Just…tell me everything. I need to hear everything.”

“She told me she offered to help you with an escrow account concerning your father’s estate.”

Sean recalled this incident. He had been in his study doing his best to ignore his migraine, and she had been gently insistent that he get some rest.

“Isla’s a paralegal,” Sean said finally.

“I know.” The older man gave him a wry smile. “And a damn good one at that, but we’ll talk about it later.” His tone sobered. “Ms. Bouchard also told me you provided her with the password for an app you have in your phone, and it was there she had accidentally seen the divorce agreement you asked me to draft.”

Agony tore through Sean as he recalled all the terms in that damn contract and how it would seem to Isla.

“She asked me to spell it out – she didn’t want to misunderstand.” Oscar’s next words became a whisper as he remembered the ravaged look on Isla’s face. “She was practically begging me to tell her what she already knew was wrong. But I couldn’t lie to her.”

Oh God.

“She made me go over each condition one by one. Did this paragraph mean you intended to divorce her as soon as your father was okay? Did this paragraph mean you wanted her to drop your name as soon as you were divorced? Did this paragraph mean you wanted her out of your life for good?”

No. Fuck, no.

“And I had to say yes, son. I had no choice. I had to say yes to all of them.”

Sean’s fists clenched. God, Isla. Why? Why? Why?

“When it was time for her to leave, she knew a conflict of interest potentially existed by then, and she made sure I wouldn’t tell you anything…”

Sean saw the older man’s cheeks flush. The fact that the lawyer had been a long-time friend of his father’s had him thinking about birds of the same feather. “She found out about your affair with your secretary?”

Oscar gave him a clipped nod. “My wife and I have led separate lives for years, but any hint of adultery can still get me disbarred. That’s why I told you Ms. Bouchard makes a damn good paralegal. I don’t know how she found out about it in so short a time, but she knew, and she used it to keep my mouth shut.” He looked at Sean squarely in the eye. “I will understand if you have me fired---”

“There will be none of that,” Sean interrupted with a twist of his lips. “This matter is between Isla and me, and you were just the unlucky one who got caught in the crossfire.”

“Thank you.” Oscar’s tone was gruff with relief. Although he had been ready to face the consequences of his actions, he had also been dreading losing Sean Northwood as a client, which would have meant a drastic cut in his income.

Looking at the younger man, he said quietly, “I’m sorry it came to this.” He hesitated for a moment and then said slowly, “She called me almost every day after that. She knew I had a copy of the draft, and she wanted to know if you had told me to get rid of it.”

“I didn’t even remember it existed,” Sean said bitterly, “until you told me.”

“Then does that mean you have changed your mind about it?”

“I’d be crazy if I did, don’t you think?” Sean asked between clenched teeth. “She was the modern-day equivalent of a mail-order bride. It’s crazy enough that I ordered one, but I’d be a hundred times crazier if I acted like she did.”

“And how did she act?”

“Like she was in love with me,” Sean bit out.

“Crazier things have been known to happen, son.”

Sean threw the lawyer a violent look. “We knew each other for less than a fucking month, and half of that was through letters alone.”

“That still isn’t an answer to my question.” He saw that the billionaire was fit to be tied by the time he finished speaking, but Oscar didn’t back down. Talking to Sean, he couldn’t stop thinking about the poor woman’s face as she cried in his office like she had just had the life inside of her extinguished.

“Forget what logic dictates that you say, Sean, and tell me what you truly think.”

Sean’s jaw clenched. “I don’t have you on my payroll to be my goddamn shrink, Oscar. You’re a lawyer---”

“So I am,” the older man acknowledged. “But I’m also a man who’s been in love.” He grimaced. “I’m still in love with my wife, the whole town knows that, but I lost her because I was stupid, and that’s that. However – I’d still believe her over any judge in court.”

Sean didn’t answer this time.

“If my wife suddenly showed up on my door and told me she wanted me back and that she loved me, I’d say I love you, too. Even if we hadn’t seen each other for years and she’s been known to tell everyone she hates my guts – I’d believe her. Things don’t have to make sense to be real, son. Sometimes, it’s the things that defy logic that make the most sense. Sometimes, those are the only things that would feel right.”