More than a Convenient Bride. Michelle Celmer

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      Drew Farrell, a fellow club member, and the owner of Willowbrook Farms, slid onto the stool beside him at the bar. In blue jeans, worn boots and a dusty cowboy hat, he looked more like a ranch hand than a man responsible for breeding multiple Triple Crown–winning horses. And though he dealt regularly with an elite and prestigious clientele, he couldn’t be more down-to-earth. He was that guy in town everyone liked. Well, everyone but his neighbor Beth Andrews, who, up until the storm, had it in for Drew. But now, by some strange twist of fate, they were engaged to be married.

      The complicated nature of relationships never ceased to amaze Luc.

      Drew gestured to the bartender for a drink, and within seconds a bottle of his favorite brew sat on the bar in front of him. “What’s the score?” he asked Luc.

      It took Luc a few seconds to realize Drew was referring to the game playing on the television behind the bar. He’d been so lost in thought he hadn’t even noticed it was on. “No idea,” he said, taking a sip of his drink.

      “I’m sorry I missed the ribbon cutting at the clinic. I had a client in town looking to buy one of my mares.”

      “No apology necessary. If there was any way I could have gotten out of it, I would have.”

      “Is that why you look so down?”

      Luc ran his thumb around the brim of his glass. “Nope.”

      “Anything I can do to help?”

      He shook his head. “Nope.”

      “Maybe it would be better if I left you alone,” his friend said, grabbing his beer and making a move to get up.

      “No,” Luc said, realizing that he was being unnecessarily rude. And frankly, he could use the company. “I’m sorry. I just got some bad news today.”

      “It must have been pretty bad to put you in such a foul mood.”

      “Julie’s request to extend her visa was denied.”

      Drew’s eyes went wide with disbelief. “No way.”

      “I couldn’t believe it, either.” Nor was he willing to accept it. But when it came to plausible ideas to stop this from happening, he was coming up short.

      Drew shook his head, expression solemn. “After all she’s done for this town since the storm, they should be giving her a medal, not kickin’ her to the curb.”

      Luc’s thoughts exactly.

      “What are you going to do?” Drew asked.

      At this point there wasn’t much Luc could do. Despite her objection he’d made a call to his lawyer, who had confirmed what Julie had told him. It was a done deal. “Let her go, I guess.”

      “Dude, you can’t do that. You can’t give up on her.”

      “I’m out of options.”

      “I’ll bet there’s one thing you haven’t considered,” Drew said.

      “What’s that?”

      “You could marry her.”

      Marry Julie? His best friend? Drew was right, he hadn’t considered that, because it was a ridiculous notion.

      “Julie is like me,” he told Drew. “She’s very focused on her work. Neither of us has any plans to marry.”

      Drew rolled his eyes, as if Luc was a moron. “It wouldn’t have to be a real marriage, genius. But it would be enough to keep her in the country.”

      A pretend marriage? “Not only is that a preposterous idea, it’s illegal. We could both get in serious trouble. We could go to prison.”

      Drew grinned. “Only if you get caught.”

      Luc could hardly believe that Drew of all people was suggesting he break the law. “And if we do get caught, what then?”

      He shrugged. “Volunteer in the prison infirmary?”

      Luc glared at him and Drew laughed.

      “I’m kidding. Besides, it would never come to that. No one in this town would ever question the validity of your marriage.”

      Confused, Luc asked, “Why is that?”

      “Are you kidding? You two are inseparable. Or at least, as inseparable as two workaholics can be. Most married couples don’t spend as much time together as you two do.”

      “We’re colleagues. It’s part of the job description.”

      “It’s more than that. You just...I don’t know, fit.”

      “Fit?”

      “People have been waiting for you guys to hook up. And there are others who think that you must already be knocking boots.”

      Annoyed that anyone would make that assumption, Luc said, “People should mind their own damn business.”

      Drew shrugged. “Small towns.”

      That didn’t make it any less irritating. He and Julie didn’t have that kind of relationship, nor would they ever. Yeah, he may have had the hots for her when they first met, but he had been reeling from his ex-fiancée, Amelia, abruptly calling off their engagement, and Julie had just come out of an emotionally rocky relationship herself. Before they’d had a chance to get over their former significant others and explore a physical relationship together, they had become pals instead. She was his buddy, his confidante. He would never do anything to jeopardize that. “We’re just friends, and that’s all we’ll ever be.”

      Looking exasperated, Drew said, “Dude, it doesn’t matter. You would be married in name only. Consider the alternative.”

      He had, a million times since she’d hit him with the bad news. Although the term bad news didn’t quite measure the depth of his feelings when he imagined her leaving. Living thousands of miles away. Who would he talk to? Who would remind him to pick up his dry cleaning, or share late-night Indian takeout with him in the break room on those evenings when they were both too jammed to leave the hospital?

      There had been nights like that for weeks after the storm, performing surgery after surgery. Some successful, some not. While volunteering for Doctors Without Borders, he had seen his share of heartbreaking situations and managed to stay detached and objective for the most part. A disaster in his hometown was a completely different story. Without Julie to lean on, to keep him grounded, he would have been a wreck. She was his anchor, his voice of reason.

      Did he love her? Absolutely. But that was very different from being in love. And finding a new research assistant would be a nightmare. Julie knew his work inside and out. Training someone new would take more time and energy than he cared to expend.

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