Billionaire Bachelors: Stone. Anne Marie Winston

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      He grinned. “Figured I’d have a chef on standby waiting to fulfill my every wish?”

      “Something like that.” She glanced up at him and smiled. “I can cook, although I’m no Julia Child. I’d be happy to do the cooking.”

      “Actually,” he admitted, “I do have a woman who comes in Monday through Thursday unless I have to be away. Why don’t we keep her for the time being until you see how much free time you’re going to have?”

      “I’ll have free time from nine-to-five every day of the week,” she said. “If there’s anything I can help with, all you have to do is ask.”

      He couldn’t imagine asking her to get involved in any of his business dealings except in a social fashion, and he had someone to clean the house, so he couldn’t think of anything he’d want her to do. “You’ll have studying to do as soon as the summer term starts,” he said instead. “And you’ll be able to spend some time with your mother.”

      She brightened, and he remembered her pleasure last night at the idea of spending time with her mother. It was ironic, really, that they both had been deprived of their mothers for part of their childhoods. The difference was, she looked forward to spending precious time with her mother while he went out of his way to avoid close contact with his. “That will be nice.” Her light voice broke into the dark thought. “We haven’t had a lot of time together since I went away to school.”

      Which was not long after the accident in which their fathers had died, he thought, as an awkward silence fell.

      “Sometimes it doesn’t seem possible that Daddy’s been gone for eight years.” Her voice, quiet and subdued, broke the moment.

      A stab of grief sharper than any he’d allowed himself to feel in a long time pierced his heart. “I know what you mean. Sometimes I still expect mine to walk through the door.”

      Her gaze flew to his. “This was your childhood home?”

      He nodded. “Dad and Mother lived here when they were first married. After the divorce, she moved out.”

      “That must have been hard,” she offered. “How old were you?”

      “Six. And no, it wasn’t particularly hard.” He willed away the memories of his youth, of the nights he’d spent crying into his pillow, wondering what he’d done to make his mother leave. Of the days he’d envied schoolmates who had had mothers who cared enough to show up for visitors’ days and school plays, mothers who sat in the stands during baseball games and cheered, mothers who planned birthday parties and actually remembered cake and presents. “My mother was rarely here and when she was, she and Dad were shouting the walls down half the time.”

      The sympathy shining in her silvery eyes moved him more than he wanted to admit. “My childhood was just the opposite. Extremely quiet. My mother’s illness was diagnosed when I was less than two years old, and my father and I did our best to keep her from getting upset about anything.” She rested her elbows on the bar and crossed her arms. “In that respect, we have something in common. I went to my dad with my problems, because I couldn’t go to my mother.”

      He smiled. “Did you know I used to go to the Mets games with your father and mine?” He shook his head. “Dad had great seats right along the third base line and we never missed a home game. Those two knew every player’s stats going back to the beginning of time. And they used to argue about who the MVP was each season, who should go to the All-Star team, who ought to be traded…looking back, I think they just argued because it was fun.”

      Her eyes were crinkled in laughter. “I’ve never heard about this before.” Her smile faded slightly, wobbled. “I guess you probably have a lot of memories of my father that I don’t.”

      He hesitated, torn between lying to spare her feelings and telling her the truth. Truth won. “Yeah, I guess I do. Some of my best memories are of times I spent with my dad and yours. I’ll tell you some more when we have time.” He rose and took the lunch plates to the sink for the housekeeper. “This afternoon, I’d like to go pick out rings. Is that all right with you?”

      Her gray eyes widened. “Rings? Is that really necessary?”

      He nodded, a little disappointed that she didn’t yet seem to grasp the seriousness of his proposal. “Yes. This will be a real marriage, Faith.” He almost reached for her shoulders, then stopped himself, remembering the desire that had knocked him over the last time he’d touched her. “Our reasons might be a little different from most people’s but we’ll be as legally wed as the next couple. So let’s go get rings.”

      He called ahead, so that they would have some privacy while they shopped, and thirty minutes later, he handed her out of a cab in front of Tiffany & Company. Faith was a quiet presence at his side as they waited for the doors to be unlocked.

      As they stepped into the cool hush of the store, a beaming saleswoman was upon them. “Welcome, Mr. Lachlan. It is Tiffany’s pleasure and mine to serve you. How can we help you today?”

      “Wedding rings,” he said.

      The woman’s eyes widened as did those of the other employees ranged behind her, and he wondered how many minutes it would be until the press got wind of his marriage. He supposed he should warn Faith, though certainly she knew how ridiculously newsworthy his life was. Then he realized that they had better each tell their mothers about their plans before they read it in tomorrow’s paper.

      “We have a lovely selection right back here.” The saleswoman had recovered quickly and was indicating that they should follow her.

      Twenty minutes later, Faith was still perched on the edge of a comfortable chair, quietly staring at the array of precious stones scattered across the black velvet before her. She shook her head. “I couldn’t possibly—”

      From where he stood behind her, Stone said, “All right. If you can’t decide, I’ll choose one.” He knew she’d been going to say something ridiculous, like, “I couldn’t possibly accept such an expensive ring when you’ve already done so much for me.” It bothered him that the salespeople hovering around with their antennae primed for gossip would find rich pickings if they knew the truth about this marriage. Only, of course, because he couldn’t risk having his mother find out. Of course.

      He bent down to Faith and murmured in her ear. “Be careful what you say in here—it will get into the papers.”

      That startled her, he could tell by the way she jerked around and stared up at him, her face wearing an expression of shock. While she was still staring at him, he reached for a stunning square, brilliant-cut diamond ring with progressively smaller diamonds trailing down each side. It was set in platinum. He’d liked it the moment the woman had pulled it out of the case, and he suspected Faith liked it, too, from the way her eyes had caressed it. He lifted her left hand from her lap and immediately felt the tingling electricity that arced between them as their flesh connected. He took a deep breath and slipped the ring onto her third finger. There was just a hint of resistance at the knuckle before it slid smoothly into place and he quickly dropped her hand as if it burned. It was the same feeling he’d convinced himself he hadn’t felt when he’d taken her chin in his hand, indeed when he touched her in any way.

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