own life. It’s Adam she looks to. If he’s not there for her…’
‘Cate will manage in her own way.’
‘No. She’ll be at risk. If she feels let down and alone…getting into drugs is a very easy step.’
‘Why don’t you speak to Adam yourself about this?’
‘I’m not the one he wants to win.’
Their private chat ended on that line. They’d entered the dining room and the others were there waiting for them to come and sit down.
Adam Cazell’s gaze raked Rosalie from head to foot, making her extremely conscious of the strip of bare skin between her hipster jeans and the waist-length blue and white striped bandeau top she wore, her long hair loose over bare shoulders, her face bare of make-up. She felt her blood heating, her pale skin flushing.
She wanted to scream, ‘No! Look elsewhere, Adam Cazell.’
But he wasn’t going to.
Cate stood beside him, not impinging on his consciousness one bit. It didn’t occur to him that winning his daughter was more important than winning another woman.
Rebel was right.
She did have the power to make him listen to her if he had the ears to hear.
Maybe she could handle the risk…for Catie’s sake.
It shouldn’t take long to hammer the message home.
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