Wish Upon a Wedding. Kate Hardy

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      ‘What do you need to do to convince me? Oh, Mac, that’s going to take some doing.’

      Her voice washed over him like warm honey. It was a warmth that didn’t sting.

      For no reason at all his pulse kicked up a notch. He envied her vigour and conviction. She stalked up to him to peer into his face. To try to read his motives, he suspected. She was only an inch or two shorter than him, and she smelt like freshly baked bread. His mouth watered.

      Then he recalled the look in her eyes when she’d recovered from her first sight of him and he angled the left side of his face away from her. Her horror hadn’t dissolved into pity—which was something, he supposed. It had been scorn. Her charge of selfishness had cut through to his very marrow, slicing through the hard shell of his guilt and anger.

      ‘Stay for a week,’ he found himself pleading.

      His mouth twisted. Once upon a time he’d been able to wrap any woman around his little finger. He’d flash a slow smile or a cheeky grin and don the charm. He suspected that wouldn’t work on this woman. Not now. And not back then, when he’d still been pretty, either.

      Mind you, it seemed he’d lost his charm at about the same time he’d lost his looks. Now he looked like a monster.

       It doesn’t mean you have to act like one, though.

      Her low laugh drizzled over him like the syrup for his Greek lemon cake.

      ‘I believe you’re serious...’

      Yeah? Well, at the very least it’d buy Russ another week of rest and—

      What the hell? This woman didn’t know him from Adam. She had no idea what he was capable of. He pulled himself upright—fully upright—and the stretch felt good.

      ‘Name your price.’

      He wasn’t sure if it was more scorn or humour that flitted through her eyes. She straightened too, but he still had a good two inches on her. She could try and push him around all she wanted. He—

      He grimaced. Yeah, well, if he didn’t want her worrying Russ she could push him around. Whoever happened to be bigger in this particular scenario didn’t make a scrap of difference.

      He thrust out his chin. Still, he was bigger.

      ‘Name my price?’

      He swallowed. She had a voice made for radio—a kind of solid-gold croon that would soothe any angry beast.

      ‘Well, for a start I’d want to see you exercising daily.’

      It took a moment for the import of her words rather than their sound to reach him.

      Risk being seen in public? No! He—

      ‘During daylight hours,’ she continued remorselessly. ‘You need vitamin D and to lose that awful pallor.’

      ‘You do know I’ve been ill, don’t you?’ he demanded. ‘That I’ve been in hospital?’

      ‘You haven’t been in hospital for months. Do you have any idea how much you’ve let yourself go? You used to have a strong, lean body and lovely broad shoulders.’

      Which were still broader than hers. Though he didn’t point that out.

      ‘And you used to move with a lanky, easy saunter. Now...? Now you look about fifty.’

      He glared. He was only forty.

      ‘And not a good fifty either. You look as if I could snap you in half.’

      He narrowed his eyes. ‘I wouldn’t advise you to try that.’

      She blinked and something chased itself across her face, as if she’d suddenly realised he was a man—a living, breathing man—rather than a job or a problem she had to solve.

      Not that it meant she fancied him or anything stupid like that. How could anyone fancy him now? But...

      For the first time since the fire he suddenly felt like a living, breathing man.

      ‘If you want me to change my mind about you, Mac, I want to see you walk down to the beach and back every day. It’s all your own property, so you don’t need to be worried about bumping into strangers if you’re that jealous of your privacy.’

      ‘The beach is public land.’ He had neighbours who walked on it every day.

      ‘I didn’t say you had to walk along it—just down to it.’

      ‘The land that adjoins my property to the north—’ he gestured to the left ‘—is all national park.’ There’d be the occasional hiker.

      ‘So walk along that side of your land, then.’ She gestured to the right and then folded her arms. ‘I’m simply answering your question. If you find daily exercise too difficult, then I’ve probably made my point.’

      He clenched his jaw, breathed in for the count of five and then unclenched it to ask, ‘What else?’

      ‘I’d like you to separate your work and sleep areas. A defined routine to your day will help me believe you have a handle on things. Hence a workspace that’s separate from your bedroom.’

      He glared at her. ‘Fine—whatever. And...?’

      ‘I’d also want you to give up alcohol. Or at least drinking bourbon in your room on your own.’

      She’d seen the bottle. Damn!

      ‘Finally, I’d want you to take your evening meal in the dining room with me.’

      So she could keep an eye on him—assess his mental state. He could feel his nostrils flare as he dragged in a breath. He was tempted to tell her to go to hell, except...

      Except he might have given up caring about himself, but he hadn’t given up caring about Russ. His brother might be eleven and a half years older than Mac, but they’d always been close. Russ had always looked out for him. The least Mac could do now was look out for Russ in whatever limited capacity he could. With Russ’s health so tenuous Mac couldn’t risk adding to his stress levels.

      Jo’s phone rang. She pulled it from the back pocket of her jeans. He stared at that hip and something stirred inside him. And then desire hit him—hot and hard. He blinked. He turned away to hide the evidence, adjusting his jeans as he pretended an interest in the horizon.

      What on earth...? He liked his women slim and compact, polished and poised. Jo Anderson might be poised, but as for the rest of it...

      He dragged a hand back through his hair. There was no denying, though, that his body reacted to her like a bee to honey. He swallowed. It was probably to be expected, right? He’d been cooped up here away from all human contact for four months. This was just a natural male reaction to the female form.

      ‘I don’t know, Russ.’

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