No, he didn’t think so.
Less than two weeks ago, Daniel had accepted the possibility he may have to marry Nadia Mackenzie. He wasn’t willing to go down without a fight, but now the stakes had changed.
Now he knew what love felt like and what he was losing. business
And it was more than just his single status.
Daniel knew now how it felt to stand beside a woman who held his heart and soul in the palm of her hand and want to protect her, care for her, and make love to her.
For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part. Those words had sounded like a death sentence to him for most of his life.
Now they were beginning to make sense.
“I need to get some sleep before we land,” he said. “Let yourselves in, and I’ll see you in a few hours. Don’t drink all my fucking whisky.”
Hunter smirked.
“Just get home,” Fletch said, and the call ended.
God, he hoped they had something that would help.
Meanwhile, he really needed some sleep. He made his way down to the end of the plane to his bedroom and lay down.
He frowned as the feelings washed over him.
He’d love to have Harper on board the jet with him. She’d have so many damn questions and comments about how different their lives were.
She was right.
The way he lived was very different from most people, but it wasn’t horrible. Couldn’t Harper adjust? Hell, he’d spent years dodging women who wanted to be his wife because of his enormous wealth. Most people dreamed of the lifestyle he led.
Yet Harper seemed to have a strong dislike of it.
Didn’t she know she’d never have to work another day in her life? Of course, Daniel knew she would—Harper had already achieved a level of success in her life, and he was really proud of her.
Sexy romance books might not be his cup of tea, but people wanted them just like they wanted a hotel room to sleep in. So who was he to judge?
Being together, though? It wasn’t that easy for the two of them. Without a visa, Harper couldn’t live in the United States. He would have to marry her.
Marriage.
That damn dirty word.
Daniel let out a long sigh. It was irrelevant—she would never forgive him. The most he could hope for was a professional relationship if they crossed paths.
It would be better if he accepted this right now and get focused on sorting out this extortion and his responsibility to Dufort Hotels, his staff, and his family.
Marriage wasn’t for him.
Harper deserved someone who would put her first, and he wasn’t able to do that.
Daniel flung his arm over his eyes and let out a sigh, then closed his eyes and attempted to sleep.
––––––––
AN HOUR BEFORE THEY landed, Daniel stepped into the shower for a quick rinse off. He leaned a hand against the wall and cursed a whole bunch.
Sleep hadn’t helped.