The Wedding Contract. Nicola Marsh

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СКАЧАТЬ the dinner meeting her dad had scheduled that was the problem but the man she had to share the meal with.

      ‘Besides, Mr Rockwell sounded quite reasonable over the phone. I’m sure you two will get along just fine.’

      She leaned down and kissed her dad on the cheek, hoping he was right. ‘Don’t worry about a thing. I’ll let you know how it went in the morning. And don’t forget, ring me if you need me.’

      He waved her away. ‘Stop fussing. I just need to sleep.’

      As she looked down upon her father’s leather-worn face as he drifted off to sleep, her heart swelled with love. He’d given her the best life possible, nurturing and protecting her throughout the vulnerable teenage years after her mum had passed away. She couldn’t have wished for a better father, and the least she could do was put up with an obnoxious lawyer for one evening.

      She tiptoed from the room and wondered where the meeting would take place. She hadn’t eaten out for ages, not since her last date six months ago. There hadn’t been much time for dating lately, with all her attention focused on saving the business. Besides, the local guys just didn’t do it for her.

      A loud knock on the door set her nerves jumping. Checking her reflection in the mirror one last time, she wished that she’d done more with her face. She didn’t wear much make-up as a rule, and the lack of cosmetics made her look too young. Tonight she needed a mask of confidence.

      She fixed a welcoming smile on her face and opened the door. ‘Hello.’

      She couldn’t think of anything else to say, especially when the last words she’d uttered to this guy were ‘get lost’. To make matters worse, he looked amazing, clad in black trousers and a white shirt unbuttoned at the neck. Casual, yet smart, and, combined with his lethal looks, way too dangerous for her.

      ‘Ready to go?’ His gaze swept her from head to foot and she had a sudden urge to slam the door in his face and dive under a duvet, especially when he focused on her legs.

      ‘Sure.’ That was one way to impress him, blind him with riveting conversation.

      She gnawed at her bottom lip, wishing she could think of something to say, and followed him to the carnival’s entrance, where people queued for the evening’s performance. Unfortunately, the paltry line would barely pay the overheads in staging the horse show. Just another nail in the coffin.

      ‘I’ve hired a car for a couple of days. It’s this way.’ She watched him stride towards a low-slung convertible, admiring his long legs and tight butt.

      He held the passenger door open for her and she slid into the seat, wondering how many other women he’d tried to impress with his gallant behaviour. Somehow, the thought of him wining and dining countless other women didn’t improve her mood. Not that she should care. Tonight was business, and the sooner she believed it, the better.

      ‘Figures,’ she said, settling into the comfortable leather seat and watching his long legs fold underneath the steering wheel.

      ‘Pardon?’ He started the car and pulled away from the kerb, his attention focused on the road ahead.

      Thank goodness he’d stopped staring at her. She couldn’t stand the way he’d looked at her as she sat down, probably wondering where she’d picked up the ridiculously short dress and why she was wearing it to an important meeting.

      ‘The car. It fits.’

      ‘Are you judging me?’ His voice was low, a warning that she trod on uneven ground.

      ‘So what if I am?’ Where had that come from? She was here to save her dad’s business, not shoot it down in flames.

      ‘You’ve got a smart mouth for a woman in no position to bait me. I’m supposed to be the bad guy, remember?’

      She tossed back her hair, wishing she’d had the sense to wear it up. How would she look by the time they made it to the restaurant after riding in an open-top? So much for appearing professional.

      Rather than backing down, she had a strange urge to match wits with him. ‘I’ve never kowtowed to any guy and I’m not about to start now, regardless of who you are.’

      ‘Trying to pick a fight with me won’t work,’ he said, hitting a button on the CD-player.

      In doing so, his fingers grazed her bare leg and she flinched, unprepared for the swift rush of longing for his hand to do a lot more than just brush against her. What was going on? She’d never reacted to a guy like this, especially one whose head would barely pass through an average-sized doorway.

      Serene rainforest sounds filled the car, in stark contrast to her simmering mood, and she wondered why an uptight lawyer would listen to music like this. Why did he annoy her so much? All he had to do was open his mouth and she aimed for his throat, wishing she could tear it out with her bare hands.

      ‘That’s better,’ she murmured, appreciating the soothing music. She meditated daily to a similar track, and its familiarity evoked an instant sense of calm.

      ‘You like this stuff?’

      She glanced across at him, noting the incredulity on his face. ‘Of course. It keeps me centred.’

      ‘Whatever that means.’

      She chuckled. ‘Something you’ll never figure out. Though you’ve surprised me. I thought your musical tastes would run more towards Bach…Mozart…You know, boring classical stuff.’

      ‘Still judging me, huh?’ He sounded amused rather than annoyed. ‘The CD came with the car. Oh, and in case you’re interested, I happen to prefer pop to classical stuff.’

      Somehow, she couldn’t imagine him bopping along to the latest beat and the thought made her smile. ‘I’m not interested. I’m only here to have dinner with you in the hope we can save the carnival.’

      ‘Speaking of dinner, let me guess. You’re a vegetarian too?’

      ‘And what’s wrong with that?’ She folded her arms, enjoying their banter yet wishing he would stop pushing her buttons.

      ‘Nothing. I should’ve asked before booking the restaurant. Sorry.’ Rather than sounding apologetic, he spoke like a man used to having his own way and expecting everyone around him to fit in.

      Her theatrical gasp overrode the muted bird sounds filtering from the speakers. ‘Was that an apology? I must be hearing things.’

      ‘Ha ha. A regular comedienne. Is there any end to your many talents?’

      ‘You’ll just have to wait and see.’ She averted her gaze from his strong hands splayed across the steering wheel and glanced out of the window in time to see the giant conglomerate that was trying to ruin her father’s business. Though she’d loved water slides as a child, she hated the way Water World had ruined the environment with its plastic monstrosities, rather than blending the park into the bush surrounds. And now they wanted to expand, bulldozing another part of the bush and her father’s business in the process.

      She sneaked a peek at the man who had the power to make it all happen. Though it went against the grain, perhaps she should be nice to him rather than antagonise him further?

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