One Kiss in... Miami: Nothing Short of Perfect / Reunited...With Child / Her Innocence, His Conquest. Katherine Garbera

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      “Should I assume something changed?”

      Time to be honest with her. Totally honest. “Yes. It changed a couple of years ago.”

      “What happened a couple of years—” He caught her dawning comprehension and again that deep flash of compassion. How did she do it? How did she open herself up like that and let everyone in? Especially when it guaranteed she would be hurt in the process. “Oh, Justice. The car wreck?”

      He nodded. “It made me realize what I had wasn’t enough.”

      “And …?”

      He chose his words with care. It felt like tiptoeing through a minefield. “I asked Pretorius to rewrite a business program he marketed a few years ago. I gave him a set of parameters combining qualities important to me, with characteristics that would also be compatible with my uncle.”

      She stared blankly. “You just lost me.”

      “He asked me to find him a wife,” Pretorius interrupted. “One that we’d both like.”

      Justice swore. “I’m telling this story, old man.”

      “And I’m just filling in the parts you seem to be skipping over.”

      “I was getting to them. I just wanted to do this in a logical order.”

      Pretorius snorted. “Right. And E-equals-MC-you’re-full-of-crap.”

      Damn it to hell. “Computer, close circuit to kitchen and keep it closed until I say otherwise.”

      “No, I want to hear—” Pretorius’s voice was cut off midsentence.

      Justice took a deep, steadying breath. “Now, where was I?”

      He could see the laughter in Daisy’s eyes before gold-tipped lashes swept downward, concealing her expression. “I believe you were explaining how you used a computer program to find a wife.” The merest hint of amusement threaded through her words.

      “It made perfect sense at the time.”

      “Of course it did.”

      “The Pretorius Program has been quite successful at choosing the perfect employee in the business sector.” He heard the defensive edge slashing through his comment and took a moment to gather himself. What was it about Daisy that caused him to lose his composure with such ease and frequency? “I had more specific requirements to take into consideration for a wife, so Pretorius tweaked the parameters.”

      “What sort of specific requirements and what parameters?”

      Hell, no. He would not walk down that road. “That’s not important.”

      Unfortunately, she seemed unusually adept at adding two and two together, squaring it and leaping to a completely illogical, though accurate, conclusion. “You were looking for a wife at that engineering conference, weren’t you? That’s why you were so mad when you discovered I wasn’t an engineer.”

      “That’s a distinct possibility,” he admitted.

      She leaned forward, staring intently, her spring-green eyes disturbing in the extreme. “Are you telling me that Pretorius devised a computer program to find you the perfect woman and she was supposed to be at that conference?”

      Damn, damn, damn. “Yes.”

      “Are you seriously going to sit there and admit that you thought you could waltz into that conference, check out the women your uncle’s program selected and convince one of them to marry you?”

      He gritted his teeth. “Engineers are very logical. The women involved would have seen that we were an excellent match.”

      Her mouth dropped open. “And agreed to marry you right then and there?”

      “That would have been helpful, though unlikely.”

      “You think?”

      He suspected from her tone that the question was both rhetorical and a bit sarcastic. Just in case he was mistaken, he gave her a straight answer. “Yes. But Pretorius suggested a way around that.”

      “Oh, this I have to hear.”

      “He suggested I offer her a position as my apprentice. That would allow us an opportunity to get to know each other better before committing to marriage. It would also allow me to determine whether she was acceptable to Pretorius.”

      “Huh.” Daisy mulled that over. “Okay, that’s not such a bad plan. So explain something to me. It’s been almost two years. Why don’t you have an apprentice/wife by now?”

      He would have given anything to avoid this conversation. But he suspected that unless he put all his cards on the table, he’d lose any chance at having a family. A real family. And over the past two years he’d discovered he wanted that more than anything else. Needed the connection before the ice crystallizing in his veins won and he lost all ability to feel. “It would seem the computer program contained a flaw.”

      “Remarkable.”

      “Agreed.” He frowned. “In retrospect, I realize that there are some indefinable qualities that prove difficult to adapt to a computer program.”

      “Wow. Who would have thought. Enlighten me. What sort of indefinable qualities are we talking about?”

      Justice had given it a lot of thought over the ensuing months and as irrational and unscientific as it was, there’d been only one inescapable conclusion. “I believe it must have been chemical in nature and therefore extremely difficult to quantify.”

      “In English, please?”

      He stood and crossed the room to give himself some breathing space. “I didn’t want them. I wanted you.” The words hung in the air, frank and inescapable. And completely, painfully honest. “It’s not logical. I can’t explain it. It just is.”

      She shook her head and to his alarm he saw tears gleam in her too-expressive eyes. “Don’t, Justice. I can’t go there again. Not when I know how you really feel about me. That you still hold me responsible for losing your scholarship and being sent to some hideous foster home.”

      He leaned his hip against the counter and folded his arms across his chest. “The truth?”

      She forced out a watery smile. “Will it hurt?”

      He weighed the possibility. “I don’t believe so.”

      “In that case, I guess I can handle it.”

      “Six months, three days, twenty-two hours and nine minutes ago I came to a conclusion.”

      “And what conclusion is that?”

      “That even if I’d known before we made love that I’d lose my scholarship, I’m not positive I could have resisted. I would have tried due to your age, but to be perfectly frank, at seventeen I lacked СКАЧАТЬ