A Whole Lot of Love. Justine Davis

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СКАЧАТЬ man in a tuxedo. He could have proposed an evening of laying brick and Layla bet it would go in a rush. As it was, his offering of an evening at the upcoming grand opening of the new county museum of natural history—to be attended by a rather select group—only added to the anticipation.

      The emcee urged the crowd to spend freely, to make the newcomer welcome, and opened the bidding. It went as quickly as she expected. Usually a newcomer to the process began to relax when he realized there were at least going to be bids, but Ethan didn’t look any happier now than he had before. And when the bidding finally ended—with, Layla noted without surprise, the highest total so far—he seemed nothing more than grateful to escape.

      She leaned back in her chair. If Ethan Winslow couldn’t relax, she certainly could. She was always relieved when a first timer’s auction went well, and she told herself she was no more relieved than usual that his had.

      Odd, she thought, she hadn’t even noticed who had made the final bid. The amount limited who it could be, she supposed; there were only a few people in that bracket. She would have to ask. It was part of her job, after all, to be aware of such things, she told herself. She would have to do a press release on the results of the auction, and of course the highest bid would be included, and who made it. So she would have to know who had paid such a high price for an evening with Ethan Winslow.

      It had nothing to do with her beyond that, she assured herself.

      And realized she was doing a lot of that, telling herself things meant nothing, really.

      She was so deep in her thoughts that she almost missed her cue to come back out to wrap things up. She always reserved the last minutes of the evening to personally thank everyone; she owed them that, even if she would rather walk on hot coals than go out there again. But there was nothing more important to her than this cause, so go she would, and do the best she could.

      “—the reason this evening is what it is, the power behind the scenes, the dynamo who organized it all, got you all here and kept things running tonight…”

      She was starting to get embarrassed; Ruttles apparently did everything to excess, including introductions. At last he said her name. She steeled herself, then stepped out onto the stage. The applause was gratifying, she supposed, but she still wanted this over with.

      She headed for the emcee, her hand already rising to take the portable microphone, but she paused in puzzlement a foot away when Ruttles didn’t move—in fact, held the microphone away from her.

      The man looked at her with that too wide smile that had so irritated her when she’d first met him. He lifted the microphone. Began to speak.

      And stunned Layla breathless.

      Shock filled her as his words penetrated. She stood motionless, as if rooted to the stage she’d never wanted to take. She stared at him, sure her face was registering her horror, but unable to help it.

      Every old, self-conscious feeling she’d ever had about herself came roaring back, magnified into dread. This couldn’t be happening, it couldn’t….

      But it was.

      Ruttles was trying to auction her off.

      Three

      Ethan had never been so glad an evening was nearly over. Even the date that had been sold along with him couldn’t be as awkward and uncomfortable as this had been.

      He’d been engrossed in reading the program, which described the accomplishments of the sponsoring Alzheimer’s center, when he heard Layla introduced. He had looked up as she crossed the stage. She walked like a queen, he thought rather inanely, head up, shoulders back. She didn’t slump, didn’t mince, didn’t try to hide her size. And it wasn’t that she was obese by any standard, she was just…big. A big, solid woman. With a definitely female shape. Her curves were generous but well-proportioned, her waist, well-defined, and what he could see of her legs, nicely shaped.

      Layla Laraway was simply a lot of woman, and he had a feeling that was true in more ways than one.

      He was honest enough to admit he’d been surprised at his first sight of her. And had immediately felt guilty for it; it wasn’t her fault he’d pictured a petite, sultry brunette on the other end of the line. But what had disturbed him most was what he’d seen in her eyes, in her face.

      She knew.

      He’d thought about it as he let Cheryl, a woman who was almost exactly what he’d imagined the sexy-voiced Ms. Laraway would be, lead him to his seat. He hadn’t paid the woman much attention, he feared, despite her stream of friendly chatter.

      Of course she knew, he realized as he’d taken his seat. How could she not? She must have been faced with this before, the reaction from someone who’d only heard her and had done as he had, built some sort of image in his mind. It had shown in her face, in the sudden tension in her stance, and he didn’t like thinking about what it must be like for her to go through that time and again.

      She didn’t move the way some of the larger women he’d known did. In fact, she moved like an athlete, in balance and graceful. And when she stopped, she simply stopped. She didn’t strike a pose as many of the women this evening did. She simply stood, again in balance.

      His gaze went back to her face.

      He saw nothing short of mortification there.

      Ethan abruptly tuned back in to what was happening. And once he realized that the long, painful silence he’d just tuned into was the result of the idiot emcee trying to auction off their hostess, he understood her look perfectly.

      “She may be a great organizer, but I couldn’t afford to feed her.”

      Ethan’s head snapped around, and he stared at the man at the table behind him who had made the comment. The man had the grace to look abashed, then lowered his head and stared at his plate. A bid that was quite obviously a token, far below most of the rest of the evening, was called out.

      Ethan’s gaze shot back to Layla. She was still staring at the emcee in shock. But then she seemed to pull herself up and regain some of her poise. She reached for the microphone, and he could sense she was going to try to pass it off as a joke.

      The emcee, apparently oblivious, laughingly held the microphone out of her reach.

      Anger shot through Ethan. She’d put this whole thing together, she’d worked long and hard, she was utterly dedicated to this cause, and she deserved a hell of a lot better than to be treated this way.

      And the next thing he knew, he was on his feet.

      “I know it’s too low for the woman who brought us all here tonight with her tireless efforts,” he said, loudly enough to be heard across the room, “but I’ll match the highest bid of the night.”

      Layla’s head came around sharply. She stared at him, and he had the oddest feeling she wasn’t particularly grateful for what he’d done.

      “Well, well,” said Ruttles. “A man who doesn’t even care that she doesn’t have a date prepared!”

      “She organized this, didn’t she?” Ethan said with a wide gesture toward the room. “I’m not worried.” You jerk, he added silently.

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