Married By Midnight. Judith Stacy

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      He’d eased closer. She’d smelled his masculine scent, seen the shadow of dark whiskers on his chin. Only the two of them had existed in the snow-covered world.

      “Then he kissed me,” Amanda said.

      It wasn’t anything more than a pressing of lips, a brush of bodies. But it had taken Amanda’s breath away, left her shivering and shaking.

      “So, what happened then?” Dolly asked, leaning forward.

      “The others came crashing through the trees and Nick ran off with them.”

      Amanda had stood there alone, knowing she’d never be the same again. She’d fallen in love with him. And he’d ruined her for every other man she met afterward.

      “And that was that?” Dolly asked.

      Amanda drew in a breath, remembering the aftermath of the moment that had changed her life.

      “The next morning when Nick walked into the dining room for breakfast, he took one look at me and walked out again.”

      Dolly uttered a disgusted grunt. “You are kiddin’ me.”

      “No, I wish I were. After that, if we happened upon each other, he never so much as made eye contact, just turned and left at the sight of me.”

      “Humph,” Dolly said, and her expression soured. “I don’t like that Mr. Nick at all, anymore.”

      “Rachel mentioned that Nick had asked about me later that night, the night we kissed. Afterward, he wouldn’t even look at me,” Amanda said.

      “Why do you reckon he did that?”

      “I’m not certain.”

      She didn’t know for sure. But she was left with the crushing assumption that he’d learned who, exactly, she was. Not a real Van Patton, only a distant, destitute relative they’d taken in out of the goodness of their hearts.

      “And you never saw him again?”

      Amanda shook her head. “He never came with the Hastings family when they visited San Francisco. He was in college, traveling in Europe, then working at the family business.”

      “What about when you all came down here to visit?”

      “I always found an excuse not to come. Aunt Veronica never seemed to realize the situation. She had four daughters to contend with and probably appreciated that I wasn’t one of her problems.”

      Dolly shook her head. “A young woman never forgets her first kiss. Especially if it’s from a good-looking older boy like Mr. Nick.”

      That was certain. Amanda had never forgotten that night. Never stopped measuring every man she met by her one encounter with Nick. She’d often wondered if he even remembered that night. And if he did, had it meant anything to him?

      Surely not what it had meant to her.

      “So,” Amanda said briskly, shaking off the memories, “that was that.”

      Dolly grunted again. “Still, I don’t like the man. I don’t like what he did. Kissing you, then treating you like you were dirt, or something.”

      “It was a long time ago. He’s probably changed.”

      “I still don’t like him,” Dolly declared.

      Amanda was glad Dolly hadn’t asked any more about Nick. She didn’t want to admit that, after all this time, thoughts of him left her as breathless as they had that moonlit night so many years ago.

      “I’d better take a bath,” Amanda said, leading the way across the bedchamber to the bathroom down the hall. She was better off pushing the whole matter out of her mind. She’d grown up, filled her life with things that mattered to her.

      Somehow over the next few days, she would get through this wedding and return home. Amanda was confident she could pull it off.

      All she had to do was keep her distance from Nick.

      Chapter Three

      “Damnation…”

      Nick slumped against the sink, braced his arm on the cold porcelain and squinted into the mirror.

      He looked like hell.

      He felt like hell.

      But what did he expect after consuming his share of a bottle of Scotch last night?

      Pushing away from the sink, he saw that Jackson, his valet, had already filled the claw-footed tub for him, as he did every morning. Nick stripped off his flannel drawers and eased into the water. He dunked his head and threaded his fingers through his dark hair, slicking it off his face.

      During his morning bath Nick usually reviewed his day ahead—people he planned to meet, appointments scheduled at his office downtown, things that required his attention. But this morning all he could think about was Ethan and that damn bottle of Scotch. Nick seldom drank to excess. Now he remembered why.

      A discreet knock sounded on the bathroom door, and Jackson, a slight man with graying hair, slipped into the room bearing a tray with a cup of coffee, then disappeared just as silently. Nick wasn’t sure how the man always knew his needs so instinctively, but he appreciated it.

      Sipping the coffee, Nick washed, dried and dressed in fresh underdrawers and the white sleeveless undershirt Jackson had left for him. When he moved to the mirror once more, he thought he looked a little better. He felt a little better, too.

      Yet something nagged at him. Something from last night. What was it?

      Dragging the razor across his lathered jaw, he thought back to yesterday. The Whitney project came to mind, but he could recall nothing out of the ordinary with it. Just the usual worry that he stood to lose a large fortune if the deal fell apart.

      No, it wasn’t the Whitney project. Nick rinsed the razor under the tap, mentally reviewing the previous day. Finally, he recalled last night in the study. Cecilia had come in. Ethan and he had been left with the bottle of Scotch to finish off. Then Ethan suggested—

      “Hellfire.” Nick’s head came up quickly.

      He’d made a wager to find a wife in thirty days.

      “Damn…!” Nick eyed his reflection sharply. What had he been thinking? He’d bet Ethan a case of Scotch that he would be married by midnight in thirty days—twenty-nine days, now. What the hell was wrong with him?

      Grumbling, Nick finished shaving and went into his adjoining bedchamber. Jackson had disappeared, but he’d laid out Nick’s suit for the day. Nick yanked on his white shirt, mentally berating himself for drinking so much, for agreeing to that ridiculous bet.

      He stopped in the middle of his room as another thought occurred to him.

      Even before last night he’d considered СКАЧАТЬ