Any Man Of Mine: A Waiting Game / A Loving Arrangement. Diana Palmer

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      “I did,” she’d wept.

      “I don’t want any part of your fears, Keena. There are too many willing girls.” And he’d driven away.

      Keena had sweated out the next few weeks, and she hadn’t relaxed until she knew she wasn’t pregnant. But her love for James hadn’t eased. She watched for him; she listened for the phone. But he didn’t even try to get in touch with her. In desperation she accepted his brother Larry’s invitation to a party at the Harris home, hoping for just a sight of James, a sign that he wasn’t really through with her. It had just been an argument, after all. He’d talked about marriage, about an engagement. Perhaps he was giving her time to think. Of course, that was why he hadn’t called. And all that gossip about James and Cherrie was just that—gossip. So what that Cherrie was the daughter of a prominent local attorney, and a voluptuous blonde? It was Keena whom James really cared for.

      She accepted Larry’s invitation, wondering if he knew how she felt about his brother, if that might account for that odd, vague pity she often read in his eyes. In later years she’d wondered, because Larry had seemed to wait deliberately until she was in earshot to talk to James the night of the party.

      She’d worn a dress of white crepe, which she’d made from material bought with money she earned working in the local grocery store at the checkout counter. Even then she’d had a flair for fashion, creating her own design. The dress had caused a mild sensation, even on a mill worker’s daughter. But James had only spared her a sharp glance when she’d walked in on Larry’s arm. He hadn’t asked her to dance or greeted her. Neither had his father or mother, in fact, unless those cold smiles and curt nods could be classified as such.

      She’d been only a few feet away when she heard Larry ask James, “Doesn’t Keena look like a dream tonight?”

      “I hadn’t noticed,” came the terse reply. “Why in hell did you have to invite her here tonight? Mother may play Lady Bountiful to the workers, but she won’t care much for her son dating one,” James reminded him with a short, cold laugh. “Keena’s father is, after all, just one of our spreaders. He isn’t even an executive.”

      “He’s nice,” Larry had defended.

      “My God, maybe he is, but he’s as dull as a winter day, just like his skinny daughter. She’s plain and stupid, and she’s practically flat-chested to boot. Believe me, it was like making love to a man...”

      She’d felt Larry’s shock, even at a distance. “Making love?” he breathed.

      Keena hadn’t stayed to hear any more. With her eyes full of tears and her makeup running down her white face, she’d left the house and walked every step of the way home in the dark without thinking about danger. And those cold, hurting words had stayed with her ever since. They’d been indirectly responsible for her success, because her hatred for James Harris and her thirst for revenge had carried her through the lean, hard times that had led up to her enrollment in the fashion design school. All she’d wanted in life from that terrible night forward was to become something more than a mill worker’s daughter—an outsider. And she had.

      There was a discreet tap on the door before Mandy came in like a small, dark-haired whirlwind, her dark eyes sparkling.

      “Brought you some coffee,” she said, placing a tray on the coffee table. A plate of doughnuts rested temptingly beside it. “Come on, you’ve got to eat something.”

      Keena grimaced at her housekeeper. “I don’t want food,” she said. “Just coffee. You be a love and eat the doughnuts.”

      “You’ll blow away,” the older woman warned. “Why bother to bring me down here with you if you aren’t going to let me cook?”

      “It gets lonely here,” she replied. She gazed around her at the towering near-ruin of a house. It must have been a showplace years before her father bought it, but lack of care and deterioration had taken their toll on it. Without some substantial repairs, it was going to fall in.

      “Did you reach the construction people?” Keena asked as she stirred cream into a cup of steaming coffee.

      “Yes,” Mandy replied, looking disapproving. “Look, it’s none of my business, but why are you going to funnel good money into this white mausoleum?”

      Keena ran a lazy hand over the faded, worn brocade of the antique sofa. “I’ll need to have the furniture redone, as well. See if you can find an upholsterer while you’re at it.”

      “How long are we going to be here?” Mandy asked curiously.

      “A few weeks.” She laughed at Mandy’s obvious shock. “I need a break. I can run the company from here. Ann can call me if she needs help. And meanwhile, I’ll play with mending this pitiful house.”

      “I wish I knew what you were up to,” Mandy sighed.

      “It’s a kind of game,” Keena explained with a smile.

      “And is Nicholas going to play, too?”

      Keena glared at her. She didn’t want to think about Nicholas right now. “He’s a friend, nothing more. Just because we go out once in a while...”

      “Twice a week, every week, and he protects you like a mother hen,” Mandy corrected.

      Keena shifted uneasily. “Nick’s like a brother. He feels responsible for me.”

      “Some brother,” Mandy scoffed. “You should have noticed the way he was watching you at that Christmas party we gave. He started scowling every time another man came near you. He’ll be along, Miss Independence, or I miss my guess. No way is Nicholas going to let you spend several weeks down here without doing something about it.”

      “What do you expect him to do, come and drag me back home?” Keena asked curtly.

      “I wouldn’t put it past him,” came the equally brusque reply.

      “You,” Keena told her with a mock scowl, “are a professional busybody.”

      Mandy grinned. “Thanks. About time you paid me a compliment or two for these gray hairs you’ve given me.”

      Keena laughed, studying the little salt-and-pepper head. “Not so gray,” she returned.

      “You going to see that Harris man?” Mandy asked suddenly with narrowed eyes.

      Keena met that gaze levelly. “Maybe.”

      “Good thing, too. Get him out of your system once and for all.” She wiped her hands on her apron. “Memories are dangerous, you know. They’re always better than reality.”

      “That’s why I came back to face them,” Keena admitted.

      She stretched hugely and got up from the sofa. “We’ve been getting some interested glances since I had the corral and stable fences repaired and bought that mare.” She smiled. “I think I’ll go for a ride.”

      “Didn’t you tell me once that this property joins the Harrises’?” Mandy asked.

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