The Marriage Proposition. Sara Craven

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      Table of Contents

       Cover

       Title Page

       About the Author

      CHAPTER ONE

      CHAPTER TWO

      CHAPTER THREE

      CHAPTER FOUR

      CHAPTER FIVE

       CHAPTER SIX

       CHAPTER SEVEN

       CHAPTER EIGHT

       CHAPTER NINE

       CHAPTER TEN

       Endpage

       Copyright

       CHAPTER ONE

      ‘AND tonight,’ Angela said triumphantly, ‘we’re going to the Waterfront Club.’

      Paige, who’d been brushing her hair, stopped and gave her friend a steady look.

      ‘Isn’t that Brad Coulter’s place?’ she queried.

      ‘Well, yes.’ Angela picked up a bottle of scent from the dressing table, sniffed it abstractedly and put it down again. ‘Is there a problem?’

      ‘I certainly hope not.’ Paige paused. ‘Unless you’re taking your matchmaking talents for a run-out.’

      ‘Brad, my sweet, is an attractive and eligible man, and he’s clearly smitten. So where’s the harm?’

      ‘You seem to have forgotten one small detail,’ Paige said evenly. ‘I happen to be a married woman.’

      Angela snorted. ‘Try reminding your husband of that. Some marriage—when you don’t even live in the same country.’

      Paige shrugged. ‘That’s the way it suits us. At least until the divorce comes through,’ she added drily.

      ‘Well, there you are,’ said Angela.

      ‘However that doesn’t mean I’m going to do anything to upset the applecart in the meantime.’ Paige resumed work on her hair. ‘The grounds will be two years’ separation. Clean, tidy and final. And nothing for the scandalmongers to get their teeth into.’

      Angela raised her eyebrows. ‘Are you claiming that Nick has been equally discreet?’

      Paige put the brush down, and began to rub lotion into her hands. ‘I’ve never made any claims on Nick’s behalf,’ she pointed out. ‘He leads his own life.’

      ‘You can say that again.’ Angela’s tone was waspish. ‘If he wasn’t prepared to waive his bachelor ways, why on earth did he ask you to marry him?’

      ‘He had his reasons.’

      ‘And why the hell did you agree?’

      Paige smiled at her in the mirror. ‘I had mine, too.’

      ‘You make it all sound so rational,’ Angela grumbled. ‘And yet you were only together for—how many weeks?’

      ‘Just over seven, if my memory serves me,’ Paige said reflectively.

      ‘It’s hardly the kind of thing you forget,’ Angela returned, and Paige’s lips tightened.

      ‘No. But it’s the kind of thing you want to escape from with as little hassle as possible.’

      ‘I suppose so.’ Angela frowned. ‘On the other hand, in such a brief time you didn’t really give it a chance to succeed. Have you thought about that?’

      ‘Believe me, the marriage had failure written into it from day one. But it was a mistake which can be put right, simply and painlessly. However, in the meantime I prefer attractive men—however eligible—to keep well away, until the dust has settled.’ Paige replaced the cap on the hand lotion. ‘And that includes Brad Coulter.’

      ‘My sweet, you’re going home tomorrow, and everyone visits the Waterfront at least once during their stay on St Antoine. It’s one of the rules.’ Angela’s tone was persuasive. ‘And it’s hardly an intimate dinner à deux. Jack and I will be with you, after all.’ She paused. ‘And I know that Brad’s reserved a special table for us.’

      ‘Besides, as you all live and work on St Antoine, you can’t really afford to upset him,’ Paige supplied resignedly. She pulled a face. ‘I don’t really have a choice in all this, do I?’

      ‘Now you’re making me feel guilty.’ Angela glanced at her watch. ‘Hell, it’s time I was getting ready too.’ She squeezed Paige’s shoulder. ‘And look gorgeous. Competition is fierce at СКАЧАТЬ