Little Secrets. Maureen Child

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СКАЧАТЬ What was he getting at? A tiny nugget of fear settled in the pit of her belly as, wary now, she asked, “How rich?”

      “Very.”

      She took a breath. He was watching her, waiting for her reaction and she wasn’t sure what that should be. Rita didn’t care if he had all the money in the world or nothing at all. So what was the point of this?

      “Congratulations to you,” she finally said. “But why should I care?” Even as she asked that question, though, her brain was racing. A very rich man? She’d had no idea.

      But then, there was so much she didn’t know about him. He hadn’t talked about himself a lot during their week together and she’d told herself that the information would come. That they could learn about each other in letters, phone calls. But that had never happened, so she was as much in the dark now as she had been then.

      A very rich man, though, had power. The question was now, would he use that power to manipulate her, to take custody of her child?

      “I can take care of the baby,” he said.

      She stiffened. “So can I.”

      “Rita, you live above a bakery,” he snapped. “I can get you a nice place. On the beach.”

      “Are you trying to bribe me?” she asked, astounded at the turn this conversation was taking.

      “No. Look, it’s my kid, too.” He took a moment to gather his thoughts and said, “We get married, I get you a house and after the baby’s born, we split up.”

      “And if I don’t want to marry you?”

      “You will.”

      “Don’t take any bets on it.”

      “I will bet on it.” He held out one hand. “Five bucks.”

      “For a very rich man, you don’t have much faith in your ability to persuade me.” She shook his hand and deliberately ignored the zip of heat she felt. “Twenty dollars.”

      “Even better,” he said and completely knocked her feet out from under her.

      Even better. It reminded her of that first night, of his smile, his kiss, their eagerness to be together. And when she looked into his eyes, she saw a gleam of amusement and knew he was remembering, too. Her heart turned over at the tiny glimpse of her Jack. Maybe he wasn’t as lost as she’d thought. Maybe he was reachable.

      He let go of her hand but the heat engendered remained. The tiny moment of shared memory was over, the hint of humor gone from his eyes and she was left with this gorgeous stranger again. How could he make her feel so much while apparently feeling nothing himself? How could she allow herself to marry a man for all the wrong reasons when she once would have given anything to marry him for love?

      “It won’t work, Jack.”

      “We’ll see, Rita.”

      It took her only a week to surrender.

      A week of Jack coming to the bakery daily, helping out, making sure she got off her feet. He ignored his own business and showed up in jeans, scuffed cowboy boots and T-shirts, making her heart skip just looking at him. He stacked pallets of supplies, carried trays of cookies, rang up sales and won Casey over. That last part wasn’t hard at all, Rita allowed. But as for the rest, he wore her down with his relentless pursuit and dogged determination.

      “You owe me twenty bucks,” he said when she told him she’d marry him.

      “This isn’t funny.” Should she have held out? Refused him? Possibly. But in the last week, she’d caught repeated glimpses of the old Jack, and though they were brief, they’d given her enough hope to think that just maybe it was worth trying to get past the ice he’d packed around his heart.

      “No one’s laughing.”

      “I’ll marry you, but I can’t get married without my family there,” she said. “They’d never understand.”

      They weren’t going to understand a quickie wedding or a divorce so soon after that wedding, either, but one problem at a time.

      “Fine. Us. Our families. Small ceremony,” Jack said like he was ticking things off a to-do list.

      “And I don’t want anyone to know this is a...business deal,” she said for lack of a better way to put it. “Also, I don’t want you to buy me a house.”

      “Nonnegotiable,” he said. “When we split, you can pick something out or I will.”

      It didn’t make sense to argue with him now, but Rita could be as stubborn as Jack. And she wouldn’t be bought off or given a “going away gift.” But this, too, was a worry for another day. God knew she had enough for today already.

      “Okay, then,” she said, sighing heavily. “I guess we’re getting married.”

      He grabbed a black leather jacket off a hook by the back door and shrugged into it. “I’ll take care of the details. I’ll send packers to get your stuff out of your apartment. Bring it to the penthouse.”

      She blinked at him. “Packers?”

      He stopped, looked at her. “You want this to look real, then we’ll be living together at my place.”

      At his place? She didn’t even know where he lived! Oh, this wasn’t something she’d even thought about.

      Before she could say anything to that, though, he was gone.

      * * *

      “It’s a surprise, that’s all I’m saying,” Jack’s sister, Cass, said for the tenth time in the last hour. “I’m glad you found someone, but it would have been nice to meet her before the wedding.”

      He looked at Cass and read the worry in her eyes. God, would he ever get used to seeing that emotion on his family’s faces? And if not accustomed to it, could he please, God, reach a point where it wouldn’t tear at him? “It was sudden. I met her six months ago—”

      “Clearly,” Cass said wryly.

      “Right.” The baby. His family had been shocked not only with the announcement that he was getting married, but that he was going to be a father. Soon.

      Cass flipped her long brown hair behind her shoulder, threaded her arm through his and watched Rita with her family. “I like her already.”

      “Good. That’s good.” Jack nodded thoughtfully and kept his gaze locked on his wife. Wife. He swallowed hard and told himself it would be all right. The important thing here was that he’d done the right thing by his kid. He could survive three months of marriage and then his life would go back to what it had been. Quiet. Alone.

      “Jack?”

      He looked at his sister and nearly sighed. She was watching him so closely, trying to read every expression on his face, he might as well have been under a microscope. But judging by her own expression, she wasn’t happy with what she was seeing. In fact, she was giving him the serious, concerned look he was pretty СКАЧАТЬ