Marry Me, Kate. Judy Christenberry
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Название: Marry Me, Kate

Автор: Judy Christenberry

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Современные любовные романы

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СКАЧАТЬ “Where?”

      “I beg your pardon?”

      “Where do you live?”

      “There’s a room behind the kitchen.”

      “I want to see it.”

      Her eyebrows raised. She had no intention of showing him her bedroom. She wasn’t ashamed of it, exactly, but it wasn’t a showplace, either. Just a room with a small bed, some space for her to store her clothes and a lot of boxes holding some of her belongings and those of her father. It was none of his business.

      “No, that’s not necessary.”

      “I think it is.”

      “But, you see, Mr. Hardison,” she said with a glacial smile, “I don’t much care what you think about my living quarters. I only care about your business acumen, in regard to my plans.”

      “I think you have about as much chance of being successful as the Royals do of making the playoffs.”

      Her confidence took a nosedive. The Royals, the local pro baseball team, were halfway through their season with a .348 percent win record.

      She stiffened her back and raised her chin. “I see. Well, thank you for listening.” She started to slide out of the booth, hoping she could escape before her eyes allowed the tears filling them to overrun down her cheeks.

      “But I will give you the money,” he said as he took hold of her arm.

      She froze. Surely she had not heard correctly. He’d just said she had almost no chance to make her plan work. Then in the next breath he’d offered her the money?

      Collecting herself, she asked sedately, as if her heart were not thumping like a drum, “On what terms?”

      The smile on his lips should’ve warned her. But she was thinking percent, payments, length of loan, escrow. He wasn’t.

      “My terms are that you marry me.”

      Chapter Three

      She gasped, drawing in a deep breath as she pulled herself together. Finally, when she had control once more, she said coldly, “I believe I mentioned earlier that I’m not for sale, Mr. Hardison.”

      With a frown, he said, “You misunderstand me, Miss O’Connor. I don’t mean a real marriage. And I do not have any...designs on your body. The marriage would be one of convenience—for both of us—and would only last one year. There would be a prenuptial agreement spelling out the terms with a generous reward to you should I break any of them.”

      Will watched her as she tried to understand his words. Admittedly his proposition was unusual. And if she couldn’t read his mind, perhaps even acceptable. He’d almost choked as he’d promised he had no interest in touching her, loving her. Physically. Of course, he had no interest in any emotional commitment.

      He’d learned about that mistake from watching his father’s life.

      But physically, the lady was a turn-on that would be hard to resist. But he would. Drawing a deep breath himself, he waited for her reaction.

      “I don’t understand.”

      “You met my mother this evening.”

      “Yes. And I don’t appreciate what you did.”

      “What did I do? I introduced you. The only thing I did wrong was announce our engagement before I spoke to you, but I said those words to protect you. My mother can be quite vicious to people she doesn’t consider...suitable.”

      “To protect me,” she said, her gaze narrowing as she studied him.

      Feeling like a first-grader who had lied to his teacher, he tried to keep his features smooth and unconcerned. “Yes.”

      “And your reason for the proposal? Another attempt to protect me?”

      Her sarcasm shattered his pretense and his cheeks flushed. “Not exactly.”

      “Then explain.”

      He’d figured she would demand details. Carefully selecting the version he wanted to reveal, he said, “My mother is...an ambitious woman. She’s been trying to force me into an advantageous marriage for several years.”

      “And you’re not grown-up enough to say no?”

      Her scornful look angered him. “Yes, I can say no. And have, repeatedly. That doesn’t stop her from disrupting my life with her efforts.”

      She frowned but said nothing.

      “I want some peace. I’m starting a new project that is going to take a lot of my concentration and greatly expand my holdings, and I want her to leave me alone.”

      “And you can’t find anyone willing to marry you without making them a financial offer?” Kate quizzed him. “What’s wrong with you?”

      “There’s nothing wrong with me,” he snapped back, burned by her condemnation. “Just because I don’t want—I’m not interested in marriage.”

      Suddenly her big hazel eyes grew even larger and she leaned forward, whispering, “You’re gay?”

      Exasperation made him slump against the plastic seat as he shook his head. “No, I’m not. Damn it, woman, why can’t you just accept what I’m telling you?”

      “Because it doesn’t make sense. Why would any man tie himself legally to a woman if he doesn’t want marriage?”

      “To keep from being persecuted by his mother.”

      “And to embarrass her, pay her back, perhaps?”

      Damn, damn, damn. No, she wasn’t stupid. “You’re not exactly the kind of woman my mother wants me to marry.” He cleared his throat. “If I married a society type, my mother would expect me to become even more involved in the society life-style. I want less.”

      “So you thought you’d choose a weed to grow among the lilies, knowing everyone will hate her and avoid you.”

      He didn’t like what she was saying, but he couldn’t deny at least some of it. “If the men you met tonight liked you any more, this diner would be overflowing.” She raised one eyebrow but said nothing. “Besides, what do you care if they don’t like you? You’d get your money to make your dream come true.”

      “We still haven’t discussed payback terms.”

      He smiled, knowing she wouldn’t have asked if she wasn’t considering his plan just a little. “That’s the beauty of the plan for you, Kate. If you meet the terms of the agreement, you don’t owe me anything.”

      Her mouth dropped in surprise. “You mean—you mean the money is a gift?”

      “Nope. You’re providing a service, and I’m paying. One year of your life.”

      “But СКАЧАТЬ