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

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      He turned on the oven, set a grill pan on the six-burner stove, then seasoned two chicken breasts. After collecting a small but powerful-looking food processor, he rinsed off the basil, then dried it with a towel.

      “You’re really cooking,” she said. “I’m sorry, but this is very unusual for me.”

      “You should see what I can do with a potato.”

      It wasn’t a side of him she would have expected. With his money and easy good looks, he could have spent his life ordering room service.

      As he sprinkled various spices on the bread dough he’d flattened on a cookie sheet, she found herself getting caught up in the way he moved his hands—the confidence and finesse. Without wanting to, she remembered those hands on her body. For a guy who wore a suit and tie, he was very good at manual labor.

      And she was an idiot. This was not a good time for R-rated flashbacks. She was here to get to know the father of her child. Oh, but if things were different she would be all over him like mascara on silk.

      The bread went in the oven, the chicken went on the grill pan and then he walked to the refrigerator and pulled out a pitcher with a pinkish tea mixture, sliced lemons and ice cubes.

      “Herbal,” he said as he poured them each a glass. “No caffeine.”

      “Thanks.” She sipped. The flavor was more citrus than tea, but it was nice. “It’s good.”

      “I’m glad you like it.”

      “Okay, you win. I’m officially confused. Is this really you?” she asked.

      “Want to see some ID?”

      “You know what I mean. You’re …”

      “Normal?” he offered.

      “Yes. Normal. Nothing like the high-powered entrepreneur who hates women.”

      He winced. “I don’t hate women. I like them.”

      “As long as you can teach them lessons.” She held up her hand. “Sorry. I’m breaking the rules. Let’s just say this is an interesting side of you. And now we can move on to safer topics. Tell me about what your life was like growing up.”

      He eyed her as he tore up the arugula and dropped it into a bowl. “That could get me into trouble.”

      “How?”

      “Let me count the ways. But I’ll play along. Todd and I were born within a couple of months of each other so we’ve always been close. Our fathers are brothers, so we traveled together a lot, went to the same schools, hung out on vacations.”

      “Public school?” she asked sweetly, then sipped her drink. She had already guessed the answer, but she confessed she didn’t mind seeing him defensive.

      “Private. Prep.”

      “Ah.”

      He glared at her, then continued. “We both went to Stanford. There was some talk of Princeton or Yale, but we weren’t interested. Our lives were in California. Snow was for ski vacations, not everyday life.”

      “Skiing in Gstaad?” she asked.

      “All over. And before you start mocking me—”

      “I would never do that!”

      He ignored her. “I want to point out that Ruth came from money. This could have been your life, too.”

      “I can understand the words, but I’ll admit I can’t make the concept real. Mom always said her parents were dead and we believed her.”

      “But if things had been different …” he began.

      She looked at him. “Then you and I would have grown up together. We would have been like brother and sister.”

      Ryan grimaced. Not exactly the direction he wanted them to go. He thought of Julie as many things, but a sister wasn’t one of them.

      As he worked, he kept getting distracted by her presence. She was so alive, so vibrant. It was as if she were the only color in the room.

      He liked the way she challenged him, and how she tried to be fair. He also liked the way she looked in her soft pink sweater that just hinted at the curves beneath. Curves he remembered and ached to touch and taste again.

      “Or maybe we would have been each other’s first love,” she said.

      “I like that better,” he told her.

      “I can see it all now. The wonder and thrill of that first kiss. Going to each other’s prom.”

      “You’d be attending a private girls school,” he said with a grin. “In a uniform.”

      “I’m ignoring you. We would have parted tearfully before college, tried to keep in touch, but you were incapable of being faithful. I made a surprise trip to your dorm and found you with that redhead.”

      “Hey—why do I have to be the bad guy? I’ve never been unfaithful.”

      Her blue eyes widened slightly. “Why don’t I believe that?”

      “I don’t know, but it’s true. I have references.”

      She seemed to consider that for a second. “Okay, so we just drift apart. Then on our next holiday together, Todd comes on to me. You’re crushed and while the two of you are fighting I run off with the brilliant computer-science major I met in the library.”

      “Do I live a life of bitterness and regret?”

      “Maybe. But eventually you find someone. A spinster librarian who reads Emily Dickinson to you every night.”

      “Gee, thanks.”

      “Actually, you like it a lot.”

      “So you still hate me, huh?” he asked.

      She tilted her head and her long, blond hair tumbled across her shoulder. “Not as much as I should.”

      He turned the chicken and shook his head. “I wish we’d met another way. I wish I’d run into you at the beach or the grocery store or at a party.”

      “Ryan, don’t.”

      “Why not? We get along. We got along that first night, we’re getting along now.”

      “I don’t know how much of that first night was real and how much of it was your agenda. Who are you really?”

      “I’m trying to show you.” And to be patient. Her points were valid. As much as he didn’t like it, he respected her right to be cautious.

      “Okay, I’m good with that,” she said. “I’m trying, Ryan. I’m not being difficult on purpose.”

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