Inner Harbor. Lois Richer

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СКАЧАТЬ for you. The organ?” His eyes sparkled with mirth. “That was what you asked, wasn’t it?”

      “Oh. Yes, it was.” Annie gulped. That easy? “Thank you.”

      “You’re welcome.” He licked the white Danish icing off his fingertips, then took a sip of coffee before leaning back in his chair like a satisfied cat just finished a bowl of cream. “Actually, I wanted to talk to you about something else.”

      “Talk to me?” she demanded, suspicious of the odd smile twitching at his handsome mouth. “Why?”

      “Calm down. It’s nothing horrible,” he assured her. “I can see the worst ideas flickering through your eyes.”

      “What could you possibly have to talk to me about? We’ve only just met.”

      “Remember I told you we used to come here in the summer?”

      She nodded.

      “My parents are both lawyers in Chicago. They’re very busy. Back then they lived in Green Bay and they wanted a place nearby where our family could get away from work and relax together.” His voice tightened a fraction.

      “Oh, yes.” She still didn’t see what that had to do with her.

      “My grandparents would come sometimes, too. My grandfather wasn’t crazy about leaving work. He was a workaholic, and lazing around made him very uncomfortable. But my mom loved having her mother visit us at the cottage, and my gran adored the lake. They spent a lot of time talking. My grandfather didn’t dare put a damper on that because Gran was the love of his life.” Those unusual eyes darkened with emotion. “Their marriage was perfect, exactly what everyone thinks of when they say the word love. Unfortunately Gran died eight years ago.”

      “Oh.” Where was this going? “They were your only grandparents?”

      “The only ones I knew. Dad’s parents died before I was born. They lived in New York.”

      Mitchard. The name pricked her memory. A newspaper article, what, a month ago? Something named in memory, wasn’t it? Annie stared at him. “The land developer?”

      He smiled. “Uh-huh.”

      “Oh.” What else was there to say? Russ Mitchard’s grandfather had been a household name and certainly a workaholic. No wonder he hadn’t wanted to put grandiose building schemes aside to traipse around Door Country like the tourists. If she remembered correctly, the son, Russ’s father, was an only child and had inherited everything when Mitchard Senior had a heart attack. Curiosity got the better of her.

      “With that history, it seems strange you’d choose the career you have. I’d have thought you’d follow your grandfather, build more office buildings.”

      “There’s nothing wrong with what I do.”

      The belligerent words startled her.

      “I didn’t say there was. I just thought—” She stopped when his face darkened. “Never mind.” She sipped her coffee, thinking. “So you came back to Safe Harbor because of your memories.”

      “I came back because the marketing studies I commissioned showed great potential for my business here.” The words stopped abruptly.

      “Good for you. And welcome to our town.” She tried to lighten the tone.

      “I have another reason for staying, though, Annie.” He peered at her.

      “Really?” She laughed nervously. There was something about those unusual eyes. “Well, according to the Chamber of Commerce there are a lot of reasons anyone would choose Safe Harbor.”

      “It had nothing to do with the Chamber of Commerce. I’d already decided to set up shop here, just not quite yet. But then my grandfather upped the ante. More particularly, his will did.”

      Something—a fizzle of awareness—shot through her. “Your grandfather’s will said you had to live in Safe Harbor?” she whispered.

      “No.” He took a deep breath and looked her straight in the eye. “My grandfather’s will said I have to marry you to collect my inheritance.”

      Annie stared with shock into that cool gray gaze. So this was R.J. She wished she’d been prepared. But then, wasn’t that why Wharton Willoughby had written her, to prepare her?

      As she watched him, a mask slid into place, shielding his expressive eyes from her. How much did he know, she wondered. Was he aware of the relationship she’d shared with his grandfather?

      “What did you say your name was?”

      He frowned. “Russell James Mitchard. Most people call me Russ. My gramps used to call me R.J. Why?”

      All hope that this was a case of mistaken identity flew away. Annie swallowed.

      R.J. This was the beloved grandson, the man her dearest friend had chosen as her husband. A husband she didn’t want.

      Ignorance was bliss. And it was worth a try if it deflated this crazy idea before it got airborne. She’d pretend his proposal came as a shock.

      “Proposing marriage to someone you’ve only just met is preposterous. I’m afraid I’ll have to turn down your proposal, Mr. Mitchard. I’m not interested in getting married.”

      “Now?” he asked, one eyebrow quirked.

      “Ever.”

      The mask dissolved. His eyes narrowed, intensifying their scrutiny of her, probing for answers. He wouldn’t give up easily. Annie felt her heart sink to her shoes. She’d liked Wharton Willoughby a lot, but marriage? No way.

      She’d tread her life path alone, and keep her heart safe.

      Chapter Two

      “You have to marry me!”

      Several minutes elapsed while the world regained its balance. Russ watched Annie Simmons’s face darken, blue eyes frost over. He winced at the smothered fury in her voice, wondering why the possibility she’d refuse had never occurred to him. Gramps had given the impression he’d spoken with her, but if not—

      “I don’t have to do anything.” Annie Simmons shook her head, but her stare never left his face. “You said your grandfather was leaving you something, didn’t you? I didn’t mishear that part?”

      “You heard correctly, Annie. He left me a substantial amount of money so I could move up my plans to expand my business. I’d been telling him about some new equipment and—never mind.” He looked away from that stare, felt slightly abashed at his temerity in blurting it all out. He should have found an easier way. But what easier way was there to explain Gramps?

      “But—” She stopped. Her lips worked, but no sound emerged.

      “Trust me, I know how you feel. I felt the same way when I found out his conditions—stunned. But it’s true. My mother is an excellent lawyer. She inherited his law firm and his house. She assures me it’s all legal. My grandfather specifically worded his last wishes—in СКАЧАТЬ