Wed on His Terms: Million-Dollar Marriage Merger. Charlene Sands

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СКАЧАТЬ He’d hated being under his father’s thumb. He hadn’t wanted any part of the family business, not when racing cars meant so much to him. He’d never planned on leaving Rena behind. It just happened. While his professional life had been great, his personal life had suffered.

      Once he’d become a champion, he had women knocking at his door at all hours of the night. They followed him from race to race. They’d called him, showed up when he least expected it. Beautiful, sexy, outrageous women. He’d never fallen in love with any of them. He’d had flings and a few casual relationships that never lasted more than a couple of months.

      He’d held hope for Rena in the early years, but he hadn’t blamed her for giving up on him. He hadn’t known what the future held for him other than racing cars. He was on the road a great deal of time, thrilled by his success but heartbroken about Rena.

      His gaze fell to Rena’s face, her expression glum, her eyes filled with regret. Hardly the loving wife in the aftermath of lovemaking.

      Hell, he felt like crap himself, guilt eating at him. He wanted to do right by David, but he couldn’t forget that a few months ago, his friend was alive and well and living with the woman he loved. He was to become a father, something that David always wanted.

      Tony had suspected David had feelings for Rena early on. They had been good friends in school, yet all three understood in an unspoken agreement that Rena and Tony were meant for each other. When Tony left town, David stayed behind to pick up the pieces of Rena’s shattered heart. He’d loved her that much to forego a chance to enter the racing circuit with Tony. To Rena’s way of thinking, David was her white knight coming to her rescue, where Tony was the villain who’d abandoned her.

      Now they’d consummated a loveless marriage.

      Her remorse irritated him more than it should. Was it ego on his part? They’d just made incredible love, and now Rena looked so darn miserable.

      Damn it, what did she expect? She was his wife. He would raise her child as his own. They’d both agreed to honor David’s last wishes. That meant living as man and wife and sleeping together. He blinked away anger and guilt then rose abruptly, mindless of his state of undress. “I’ll grab a shower, then I want to go over your accounts.”

      Rena glanced at him for an instant, bit down on her lip then focused her attention out the window. “I’ll make breakfast.”

      â€œI’m not hungry,” he said. “Coffee will do. Meet me in the office once you’re dressed.”

      Rena nodded without looking at him.

      Tony showered quickly and dressed with clothes he’d taken from his bag. He put on a pair of faded jeans and a black T-shirt then shoved his feet into a pair of seasoned white Nike shoes.

      He heard kitchen sounds as he walked down the hallway, the aroma of hot coffee brewing, whetting his taste buds. But instead of greeting his new wife in the kitchen, he strode outside and closed the door. The northern California air was crisp and fresh, the brilliant sky laced with white puffy clouds.

      He filled his lungs several times, breathing in and out slowly, enjoying the pristine air. The vineyards were far removed from the city, elevated to some degree, the vistas spread out before him, glorious. Funny, as a young boy, he’d had no appreciation for the land or its beauty and solitude. He’d never seen this country as his father had seen it.

      Now he’d make a life here. The irony that his father was getting what he wanted in death, rather than in life, was never far from his mind.

      Tony entered the office adjacent to the gift shop with the key Rena had left for him on her dresser. He glanced around, noting two tall file cabinets, an outdated computer, a desk that had seen better days and shelves displaying certificates, wine awards and pictures of Rena and David. He walked over and picked one up that was encased in a walnut frame. He looked at the image of the couple standing among the vines ripe with cabernet grapes.

      â€œIt was a good year for cabernet. Our fifth anniversary.” Rena walked into the office with a cup of coffee and set it down on the desk.

      Tony stared at the photo. “You look happy.”

      â€œDavid made me dinner that night. He set up twinkling lights out on the patio. We danced in the moonlight.”

      Tony put the frame back, deciding not to comment. What could he say to that? “Thanks for the coffee.”

      She shrugged. “Well, this is the office. Our accounts for the past ten years are in those file cabinets.”

      Tony picked up the coffee cup and sipped. The liquid went down hot and delicious, just what he needed. “I’ll start with the past year and work my way backward.”

      â€œOkay, I’ll get those for you.”

      â€œAre they all paper files? Do you have anything loaded into the computer?”

      Rena glanced at the machine. “We have our inventory computerized now. And David had started to enter the paper files. But he didn’t get very far, I’m afraid.”

      Tony sat down at the desk and signed on. “Want to show me where everything is?”

      Rena came close, her hair still slightly damp from her shower. She bent over the computer, clicking keys. Her clean scent wafted in the air. “What is that?” he asked.

      She looked at him in question. “What?”

      â€œYou smell great.”

      She smiled softly. “It’s citrus shampoo.”

      Tony met her eyes, then took her hand gently. “Rena … listen, about this morning.”

      She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. “Don’t, Tony. I can’t help how I feel.”

      â€œHow do you feel?”

      She hesitated for a moment, but Tony fixed his gaze on her and wouldn’t back down. She sighed quietly. “Like I sold my soul.”

      â€œTo the devil?”

      Her lips tightened as if holding back a comment.

      Tony leaned in his chair, releasing her hand. “Physically, are you okay?”

      â€œYes,” she said. “I’m fine. I see the doctor next week, but I’m healthy.”

      She continued clicking on keys, showing him where the files were kept and how to access them. Then she came upon a document and lingered, her gaze drawn to the words on the screen: Vine by Vine. “Don’t worry about this,” she said, her finger on the delete button.

      â€œWait.” Tony stopped her. “What is it?”

      â€œIt’s nothing.” Rena said, but he wouldn’t let it go. Something in her eyes told him, whatever it was, it was important to her.

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