The Millionaire She Married. Christine Rimmer

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      In the end, it was agreed. They would share Byron—Bub, as Mack called him. Mack suggested they have dinner together to celebrate. It sounded like a lovely idea to Jenna.

      They ate at an inexpensive Italian restaurant not far from their apartment building. And when they returned to his place, he’d asked her in for a last cup of coffee.

      She’d stayed, after the coffee. She’d spent the night in his bed—well, actually, on his mattress on the floor. At that time, Mack McGarrity couldn’t afford things like beds.

      It had been her first time. And it had been beautiful. And after that night, she had moved in with him. Two months later, on November 10, they were married. Jenna had thought herself the luckiest, happiest woman on earth….

      “Jenna.” Mack was looking at her now, over the shimmering flames of those candles afloat in that cut-crystal bowl. The cat went on purring, and the past seemed a living thing, as real as the cat and the glowing candle flames, a presence in her mother’s front parlor with them.

      He said, “Since you called, I’ve been thinking….”

      No, she thought. Don’t say it. Please don’t.

      But he did. “You can’t marry the med student, Jenna. Not yet.”

      The med student.

      Logan.

      Oh, God. What was the matter with her? Taking this dangerous little mental detour down memory lane? Letting herself forget Logan, who loved her and treated her with respect and understanding. Who wanted exactly the same things that she wanted: a partner for life, an equal partner. And a big family. Lots of children. Three or four at the very least.

      “Logan is not a med student anymore,” she informed the infuriating man across the table from her. “Years have passed, Mack, just in case you didn’t notice.”

      He had stopped petting Byron. Those blue-gray eyes bored into hers. “I have noticed, as a matter of fact.”

      “Logan’s finished med school.” Her throat felt so tight, it hurt. She swallowed, made herself go on. “He’s…done his internship and his residency. He’s a full-fledged M.D. in family practice right here in Meadow Valley.”

      “I don’t care if he’s Jonas Salk. You can’t marry him right now.”

      She couldn’t sit still for that. And she didn’t. She shot to her feet. “This is just like you,” she accused through clenched teeth. “You appear out of nowhere after all these years and you immediately start telling me how I’m going to run my life. Well, I’m not going to do what you tell me to do anymore. I want those papers you promised you’d sign, Mack. And I want them now.”

      “I didn’t promise.”

      “That is a lie. You told me on the phone that you would—”

      “I know what I said.”

      “Good. Because what you said was that you’d sign the papers and send them right to me.”

      “You caught me off guard.”

      “It doesn’t matter how I caught you. You said—”

      He waved a hand, then used it to resume stroking her cat. “You’ll get what you want. But not right this minute.”

      I will not start yelling, she silently vowed. No matter how tempting the prospect may be, I will not begin screaming at him.

      She asked, “What does that mean—not right this minute?”

      “It means I want a little time with you first.”

      “Time?” It came out as a croak.

      “Yes. Time.”

      Oh, sweet Lord, she did not like the sound of this. She did not like it in the least. She strove mightily for calm—and did somehow manage to keep her voice even. “Time for what?”

      Byron chose that moment to leave Mack’s lap. The tag on his collar jingled as he jumped to the floor. Landing neatly on the balls of his dainty feet, he strutted across the room, then sat down beneath a marble-topped mahogany side table, where he began bathing himself. Mack watched him.

      “Mack,” Jenna demanded, to get his attention. He looked at her again. She repeated, “Time for what?”

      He studied her before he spoke, his expression arranged into what she always used to think of as his lawyer’s face. Composed. Aloof. All-knowing. His eyes looked out from beneath the golden shelf of his brow, seeing everything, revealing nothing.

      He said, “We had something good once. And I admit it was mostly my fault that we lost it. I want some time to try to understand what went wrong.”

      Conflicting emotions swirled inside her. Confusion. Rage. A strange and rather frightening giddiness.

      She longed to sit down again, to let her knees crumple and drop to her chair. But she remained upright. “Mack. I just want the signed papers. Please.”

      And he just sat there, looking out at her through those totally unrevealing lawyer’s eyes. “As I said, you’ll have them. After you spend two weeks with me.”

      She gulped. “Two weeks?”

      “That’s right. Two weeks. Alone with me.”

      She did sit down then. And once seated, she closed her eyes and raked her hair back from her face. “Mack. You cannot do this. I’ll…divorce you all over again.”

      His lips curved, just slightly, as if he found that remark amusing, but only vaguely so. “You’re not serious.”

      She forced total conviction into her reply. “I certainly am.”

      He reached out and picked up his wineglass again. “Divorcing me all over again will take time.” He sipped, settling back in his chair. “It took over a year before, from the date that your lawyer first contacted mine until we reached a settlement. And then we were only fighting over Bub.”

      Ridiculous, she thought, remembering. Ridiculous and petty. She’d been back home in Meadow Valley when she’d filed, and he was still in New York with that high-powered law firm. He’d hired one of the lawyers from his own firm and instructed him to demand “custody” of Byron. For months, his lawyer and hers had corresponded. And then, out of nowhere, Mack had decided to be reasonable. He’d let her have Byron. Everything had been settled.

      All he’d had to do was sign the blasted papers, and everything would have been fine.

      He sipped some more. “This time I could fix it so it takes forever. I hope the good doctor will wait for you. But then, I suppose he will. I remember him, how he hung around that one Christmas we spent here. He was waiting for you even way back then—when there was no doubt at all you were another man’s wife.”

      Desperate, Jenna tried another threat—anything, she thought, to make him back down. “I’ll get СКАЧАТЬ