The Million-Dollar Catch: The Substitute Millionaire. Сьюзен Мэллери

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СКАЧАТЬ too. Ever since Garrett, she’d avoided men and sex and entanglements. Based on who Ryan had turned out to be, she should have stuck with being single.

      “How did it go wrong?” Willow asked. “Was he secretly a woman?”

      That made Julie laugh. She touched her sister’s face. “No, but that would have been interesting. He lied … about everything.”

      She told them about him pretending to be Todd, in order to teach her a lesson.

      “He assumed I was in it for the money, so his plan was to show me a good time, get me to fall for him and then tell me the truth.”

      “What?” Marina stood up and put her hands on his hips. “That’s horrible. You didn’t do it for the money. You did it for Grandma Ruth. You lost. Did you tell him you lost because you always play scissors?”

      “I mentioned that.”

      Marina settled back beside her. “This is going to turn you off guys forever, isn’t it?”

      Julie nodded. “I suspect I’ll have a lengthy recovery.”

      “Want me to hurt him for you?” Willow asked.

      Julie laughed again. Willow was all of five foot three inches. She was feisty on the inside but on the outside she had a whole lot more in common with a waif than a bodybuilder.

      “That’s okay,” Julie told her. “I appreciate the offer, but he’s big and burly.”

      “But I have speed and the element of surprise on my side.”

      “I love you guys,” Julie said.

      “We love you, too,” Marina told her. “I’m just so mad. Maybe Willow and I could take him together.”

      “I don’t think so.”

      Willow leaned against Julie’s shoulder. “I hate Todd, too. He’s a part of this. How could Grandma Ruth want any of us to marry someone who’s so jerky?”

      “Maybe she doesn’t know,” Marina murmured.

      “Maybe it’s the reason she offered the money,” Julie said. “It doesn’t matter. It’s over. I’m never going to see Ryan again.”

      Or think of him. Except she had a feeling that forgetting him was going to be more difficult than she wanted it to be. If only she could go back in time and never show up for that stupid date.

      Willow squeezed her arm. “You want us to not tell Mom? You know how she worries.”

      “That would be great,” Julie said. “I’ll probably have to mention it eventually, but if I could wait a while, it would be easier.”

      “Sure,” Marina said. “Whatever you want.”

      Julie managed a smile. “So you two feel so sorry for me I could get you to do anything, huh?”

      Her sisters nodded.

      If she’d been feeling better, she might have teased them or come up with a crazy task. Instead she let them comfort her and told herself that in time, she would put all this behind her and forget she’d ever known Ryan Bennett.

      Julie stared out of the window of her office and did her best to get excited about the view. Sure, she could mostly see the building next door, but to the right she could see clear to Long Beach.

      She’d been promoted the previous week and had moved into larger quarters. She now had a shared assistant and a nice raise. She also had big plans to celebrate this weekend with a shopping spree. Willow and Marina had already promised to come with her.

      This was all good. She was smart, successful, moving upward in her chosen career. So why couldn’t she stop thinking about Ryan?

      It had been three weeks since that disastrous night and morning when he’d swept into her life and made her think this time things would be different. Three weeks of remembering, of dreaming about him, of wanting him.

      That’s what she resented most—that her own body betrayed her. She could stay sane during the day but when she finally fell asleep, he invaded her dreams as she relived what it had been like to be with him. She woke up several times a night, aroused, hungry for his touch. These were not the signs of a woman forgetting a man.

      “I want him gone,” she whispered into the silence.

      But how to make that happen? Until she’d found out he was a lying bastard, he’d been the best night of her life.

      He was also persistent. He’d phoned three times and sent a basket filled with chocolate, wine and season one of Gilligan’s Island on DVD.

      She placed her hand on the cool glass. Things had to get better, right? She couldn’t remember him forever. It was a matter of discipline and maybe a little less coffee. She could always call Willow—the queen of all things organic—and ask if there was some kind of sleep aid to get her through this rough patch.

      Julie turned to return to her desk, only she didn’t exactly make it. As she took a step, the room seemed to shift and sway.

      Her first thought was an earthquake, but there wasn’t any noise. Her second thought was that she’d never felt so dizzy in her life. Her vision narrowed and she realized she was very possibly going to faint.

      Somehow she made it to her chair where she collapsed. After a couple of deep breaths, her head cleared, but now her stomach felt all queasy.

      She did a quick review of what she’d eaten that day and wondered if she had food poisoning. When that seemed unlikely, she considered a quick-onset flu. It was early in the season, but it could happen.

      Wasn’t there a prescription she could take? Something that would cut down how long she would be sick. Eyeing the stack of work awaiting her attention, she picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.

      “Hi, Mom, it’s me. I’m good. Kind of. Is there a flu going around?”

      “How do you feel?” her mother asked two hours later as Julie sat in one of Dr. Greenberg’s examining rooms. One of the advantages of her mother being the man’s office manager was Julie and her sisters never had to wait to get an appointment.

      She’d been weighed, had her blood pressure taken, peed in a cup. Talk about thorough. “I feel weird,” Julie admitted. “Queasy, but otherwise fine. I keep waiting to throw up, but I don’t.”

      “Poor girl,” Naomi said soothingly as she held her hand against her daughter’s forehead.

      “I’m twenty-six, Mom. Not really girl material.”

      Her mother smiled. “You’ll always be my little girl.”

      Julie laughed. Right now the fussing was kind of nice.

      “Let me get you something carbonated,” her mother said as she headed for the door. “It might settle your stomach.”

      Julie watched her go. All three sisters had inherited their mother’s СКАЧАТЬ