The Inheritance. Marie Ferrarella

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      Or a woman’s bed.

      The thought snuck up on her, making her cheeks warm before she had a chance to shake it off. Terrific, she thought disdainfully, they were probably pink again. He was going to think she was some kind of trembling, backward vestal virgin.

      He glanced up and realized that Greer had walked back into the room and was watching him. Ending the impromptu pony ride, he rose to his feet. With Bethany in his arms, he walked over to a playpen in the corner. Tucked into an alcove that doubled as a makeshift study, complete with a small, second-hand desk, it was almost out of sight.

      Looking at it, Greer thought the playpen seemed completely out of place within the very masculine room.

      “You stay here for a few minutes, honey,” he told the baby. Turning his attention back to Greer, Rafe held out the velvet box he’d gotten from his room. “Here, if you’re going to pretend to be my fiancée, I think you might need this.”

      Greer had no idea why she felt so nervous taking the box from him. After all, this was just pretend. She opened it, and even though it was a typical ring box, she was still surprised when she found herself looking down at the contents.

      “It’s a ring.”

      For just a moment, she’d looked like a little girl, afraid of being disappointed at Christmas as she opened the one gift that mattered, he thought.

      “Sure it’s a ring.” He drew a little closer to her, intrigued by her expression. “What did you think it was going to be, a washer?”

      “No, but—” Astonished, she raised her eyes to his face. “It’s an engagement ring.”

      She left the rest unspoken, but it was clear that she was having trouble understanding why a cowboy would just happen to have an engagement ring sitting around in his bedroom.

      He wasn’t sure if he should be taking offense or not. “Yes, so?”

      Exasperation flittered through her. Why did he insist on dragging things out? He knew what she was asking him. “So what’s a cowboy on a horse ranch in the middle of Nevada doing with an engagement ring in his bedroom bureau?”

      “It was in the nightstand,” he corrected her. He saw impatience crease her brow and got a kick out of it. “And civilization has managed to reach here.”

      She blew out a breath. She wasn’t trying to insult him; she was just trying to make sense out of this.

      “That’s not what I meant. Most people don’t just ‘happen’ to have engagement rings lying around.” And then the answer hit her. She’d put her foot into it, hadn’t she? It wouldn’t be the first time. When it came to her private life, social skills were not exactly high on her list of accomplishments. “Did you…I mean did someone…?”

      Damn it, he’d been engaged, she realized, and something had gone wrong and now she was making things worse by artlessly prodding. Why couldn’t she just leave well enough alone? She flushed. Her tongue always seemed to fail her when it came to private matters.

      He’d never seen that shade of red on a woman’s face before.

      “No, no one jilted me, if that’s what you’re getting at. I won the ring in a poker game.” He saw her embarrassment ebb away, replaced by a touch of suspicion. He could guess what she was thinking. “Don’t worry, it’s real. The guy I won it from was the jilted one. Actually, his woman ran off with someone else before he ever had a chance to give it to her properly. He figured hanging on to the ring brought him bad luck.” That had been Albert’s story, but it had come after the man had had more than his share to drink. Rafe laughed shortly under his breath. “At least it did that night when he was playing poker.”

      Greer stared at the orphaned engagement ring for a long moment, words failing her. It was beautiful. Small, it twinkled like a perfect star that had fallen out of the sky.

      “Well, don’t just keep staring at it, try it on.” Before she could, Rafe plucked the ring out of its velvet seat. Taking her left hand in his, he slid the ring on her finger. It went on easily. Rafe smiled. “How about that, it fits.”

      The moment he slipped the ring onto her finger, she could feel something tingling all through her body. Like magic.

      Silly thought, she upbraided herself. But the feeling didn’t go away.

      “Yes,” she answered quietly, “it does.”

      Their eyes met for a moment, and then he released her hand. He slid his own into his back pockets. “I guess it’s official, then. We’re engaged.”

      She forced a smile to her lips, her stomach churning. She started feeling an odd queasiness. “When’s the wedding?” When he looked at her in silence, she added, “That’s a joke.”

      “Yeah, but people are going to ask that.” He thought for a moment. “How about Valentine’s Day? Sounds like a good day to get married.”

      Valentine’s Day. Could he have come up with a more romantic thought? Not in her estimation. She looked at the man in amazement.

      “Yes, sure. Perfect day.”

      The words emerged in muted staccato beats as she looked back down at the gleaming globe of fire-light on her finger. The sunlight that filled the room pushed itself into the stone, shooting out beams of yellow, white and blue as she moved her outstretched hand.

      His mouth curved. To look at her, you would have thought that she’d never…

      Maybe she never had, he suddenly thought. Maybe there’d never been anyone special in this woman’s life, to make her feel special. Looking at Greer, he could believe it. The woman was plain, though he had to admit she had beautiful eyes.

      Well, whether or not she’d ever been engaged or married didn’t make any difference to him. He just needed her services long enough for the family court hearing—or until he got Megan Maitland to throw her support his way. He had a feeling her name could open up a lot of doors, make things easier. If that sounded a little cold, maybe it was, but he’d learned a long time ago that it was best to leave his conscience and emotions at the door when it came to getting necessary things done. They only got in the way in the long run.

      Trying hard to get this strange, unsettled feeling traveling through her under some kind of control, Greer dropped her hand to her side. But she fisted it so that she could run her thumb along the edge of the band just to assure herself that the ring was actually there.

      Part of her still felt that this was all just a little surreal. She looked at Rafe, summoning her best corporate demeanor, knowing that it was best to keep to business.

      “So if I go through with this, pretend to be your fiancée, you’re really going to come back to Austin with me? For Mrs. Maitland’s reunion?” she added.

      She knew she was repeating herself, but she wanted to make absolutely certain that there was no room for a misunderstanding. Or grounds for him to back down.

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