An Officer and a Millionaire / Mr Strictly Business: An Officer and a Millionaire / Mr Strictly Business. Maureen Child

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      “You weren’t here,” the older man said softly. “I’m getting on, Hunter, and you weren’t here. Margie is.”

      Again, he felt that soft, swift stab of guilt—then he buried it. “She’s your secretary.”

      “She’s more than that.”

      “Sure, now,” Hunter allowed.

      “You don’t know her,” Simon said, and his voice was whisper soft. “She came here to build a life for herself and she’s done it. And she’s been a good wife to you—”

      “I haven’t been here!”

      “—and a good granddaughter to me.”

      All right, he could at least admit that much to himself, Hunter thought. Gold digger or not, the curvy redhead had at least apparently been good to Simon. When Hunter had finally heard about his grandfather’s brush with death, guilt had gnawed him for not being there when the old man had needed him. But the nature of his job meant that he couldn’t always be around. He lived and died according to orders.

      So, knowing that Simon hadn’t been alone during that frightening time in his life was good. And for that, he could be grateful. Not that he’d be telling that to the curvy redhead with the quick temper.

      “Margie deserves your respect,” Simon warned, lifting one finger to point at him.

      “For marrying a man she never met to keep her boss happy.” Hunter nodded sagely. “Yeah, that spells respect to me.”

      Simon scowled at him. “You never did know enough to listen to me.”

      “I listen. I’m just not interested in what you’re saying. I don’t want a wife.” All right, he’d been doing some thinking about his future lately. Maybe he’d even considered getting married, for about thirty seconds. But thinking about doing something and actually doing it were two wildly different things. And if he did eventually decide to get married, he’d be the one picking out his own damn wife, thanks.

      “You could do worse,” Simon grumbled.

      “Yeah? I don’t know about that. A woman who has to be paid to marry me pretty much sounds like the bottom of the barrel.”

      “Shows how much you know about anything,” Simon said, and his fingers tapped restlessly again. “Margie’s the cream of the crop.”

      “Not much of a harvest around here, then,” Hunter murmured, then louder, added, “I won’t stay married to her.”

      Simon blew out a breath. “No, I didn’t suppose you would. Though you should know Margie feels the same way you do.”

      Hunter wasn’t so sure. She may have had the old man fooled but not him. With five million dollars at stake, a woman might be willing to do just about anything.

      “She’s been good to me, and I won’t have you embarrassing her.”

      “Oh yeah. Wouldn’t want to embarrass anybody.”

      His grandfather sighed dramatically, then kept talking as if Hunter hadn’t said a word. “She’s planned a big party for my eightieth birthday, and I don’t want anything spoiling that, either.”

      “A hell of a lot of demands flying around here,” Hunter said under his breath.

      “So, until the party’s over, I expect you to act like the husband everyone in town knows you are.”

      “Excuse me?” He hadn’t expected that.

      “You heard me. People in Springville like Margie. They respect her. And I’m not going to stand by and watch you make her a laughingstock. You’ll be leaving again, no doubt—” He paused as if waiting for confirmation.

      Hunter nodded. “I have to report back in about a month.”

      Another frown. “Well, I’ll still be here and so will Margie, hopefully, so I don’t want her life ruined because you were angry.”

      Hunter’s back teeth ground together. “No, wouldn’t want Margie inconvenienced.”

      Simon went on again, ignoring Hunter’s comments completely. “If after the party you still want the annulment—”

      “—I will.”

      “—I won’t stop you and I’m sure Margie won’t. But until then, you’ll do this my way.”

      Hunter looked at his grandfather and recognized the set-in-stone expression on the old man’s face. There wouldn’t be any budging him on this one. Once Simon Cabot made up his mind about something, nothing less than a nuclear strike would change it. Irritation swamped Hunter, and the uncomfortable sensation of being trapped came right along in its wake.

      But Simon was an old man. And Hunter owed him. So he’d do this his grandfather’s way. He’d be here for the party, and then before he went back to the base, he’d set annulment proceedings into action.

      “Fine.” Hunter tamped down the frustration bubbling within and swallowed back the urge to argue. “When I’m in town, I’ll act married.”

      “You’ll act it here, too.”

      “What?”

      “You hard of hearing all of a sudden? You should get that checked.” A sly smile curved Simon’s mouth briefly before he became all business again. “As long as you’re home, you’re a married man. I won’t have the servants treating Margie badly. Everyone in this household knows you’re married.”

      Hunter was still reeling from that piece of news when a soft knock on the study door sounded out. He turned around as the door opened, and there stood his “wife.”

      Chapter Three

      “Simon?” Margie asked, blatantly ignoring Hunter. “Is everything all right?”

      “Fine, fine. I was just explaining the situation to Hunter.”

      “Good.” Though judging from the look on the younger man’s face at the moment, Margie thought he hadn’t been too happy with his grandfather’s explanation. Well, neither was she.

      She hadn’t wanted to marry Hunter, but she’d done it for Simon. And whether Hunter believed it or not, the five million dollars hadn’t swayed her. What had convinced her to go along with Simon’s plan had been the lost, frightened look in the old man’s eyes that had convinced her to take part in what she’d recognized right away as a crazy plan.

      And for the last year, she’d finally felt the sense of belonging she’d always wanted. She’d had a grandfather. A home. A place to call her own. People to care for—people who cared for her.

      To Margie, that was priceless.

      But she had to admit that being married to a Hunter who wasn’t around was far easier than being married to the man in person. Looking at him now, he seemed too…big. СКАЧАТЬ