Boardroom Bride and Groom. Shirley Jump

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      Her chin went up a notch. “I can certainly shop with you.”

      “And not be at all affected by my winning personality.” He grinned. And damn if that smile didn’t whisper a temptation to take a dip in the pool of fun again. Just for a second.

      “What winning personality?” She gave him a slight teasing smile back. “I heard you lost your last two cases.”

      “Are you keeping track of my career, Miss Duff?”

      “Of course not.”

      “One might think you are. Otherwise, why would a city prosecutor care what a corporate lawyer is up to?”

      Her chin rose a little higher. “Just making sure you’re staying in check, Mr. Gilbert, and not breaking any rules.”

      He grinned. “And when have you ever known me to stay in check?”

      The memory danced into the forefront of her thoughts. The first time she’d met Nick Gilbert. She’d been leaving the university library, overloaded and overwhelmed, books piled in her arms, preparation for a marathon study session for the upcoming bar exam.

      She’d transferred to the Indiana school just a month earlier, and found the transition to be difficult, the adjustment harder than she’d expected. She’d made the best of the change, as she always had of every situation in her life—because she didn’t have a choice.

      She’d been financially cut off in Boston and had opted for the only school that had offered her a partial scholarship and a tuition she could afford.

      But she’d had difficulty fitting in among the informal Midwesterners who didn’t understand the stiff-upper-lip Bostonian. One month in, and Carolyn had yet to make any friends. As she’d crossed the campus, she’d felt the stares of the other students. Her step had caught on a bump in the sidewalk, the books began to fall—

      And then Nick Gilbert came along.

      He’d stood out in a sea of brown and navy like a neon sign. He’d rushed over, righted the books and done the most insane thing she could have imagined to set her at ease.

      He’d made a quarter disappear.

      But in that simple, unexpected magic trick, Nick had won her over and made everything Carolyn had to face seem so much less daunting.

      “So, what’ll it be?” Nick asked. “Tough it out on our own in the wilds of the toy department or join forces?”

      Carolyn met Nick’s gaze and smiled, caught up in the old magic once again. “All right, I’ll shop with you, but only because you are so clearly hopeless at this.”

      “Oh, I see, take pity on the man. Is that it?”

      A bubble of laughter escaped her, filling Carolyn with a lightness she hadn’t felt in weeks, months. How she craved that feeling, yet at the same time, felt the urge to flee. “Don’t you need pity, Mr. Burp-or-Cry?”

      “Oh, I need more than that, Carolyn.”

      The way he said her name, with that husky, all-male tone, the kind that spoke of dark nights, tangled sheets, hot memories, sent a thrill running through Carolyn, sparked images she’d thought she’d forgotten. But, oh no, she hadn’t forgotten at all. She’d merely pushed those pictures to the side, her mind waiting—waiting for a moment like this to bring them to the forefront, like an engine that had idled all this time.

      How she wished she were in a courtroom instead of a toy store. That was the world she knew, could predict. But Nick Gilbert was about as predictable as a tiger in a butcher shop.

      This was a bad idea. A very bad idea.

      “Playing house,” Carolyn said, popping into action. “That’s what we need.”

      Nick arched a brow. “You and me? Play house? I thought we already tried that and it didn’t work so well.”

      “Not us. For…” Her mind went blank. Looking at Nick, thinking of playing house…oh, why had she thought she could do this? Just being here was a mistake. But she’d already made the deal and couldn’t renegotiate. Not with a lawyer and especially not with this one. “I meant for the child you’re sponsoring. Little girls, they like to play house. Pretend to go to the grocery store, set the table, all that.”

      “But not you, right, Carolyn? Or did you ever have a moment when you did play house? When you imagined being a Mrs. for longer than a few days?”

      “Me?” She snorted. “You know that is so not me. I don’t think I have a domestic bone in my body.”

      “We still have that in common,” Nick said. “I’ve yet to become domesticated myself, though I am housebroken.” He grinned. “What about you? How have things been for you over the last three years?”

      Carolyn reached for the nearest toy on the shelf. “How about this broom set for Angela?”

      “I recognize this avoidance tactic. Divert attention from the personal and get back to work, right?”

      “Nick, if you’re not going to take this seriously—”

      “Oh, I’m serious, Carolyn.” He straightened, his demeanor slightly chilled. “As serious as you are.”

      Then he started pushing the cart, heading down the aisle toward the faux food and make-believe vacuum cleaners. Now also all business and no play. Not anymore.

      Carolyn wasn’t the least bit disappointed. Not the least.

      “How about this for Angela?” Nick held up a pretend cooking set, plastic frying pans, spatulas, bright yellow faux eggs and floppy bacon. Little cardboard boxes of cereal marched up the side of the package, with cheery pretend names like Cocoa Crunchies and Corn Flakies.

      “Perfect,” Carolyn said, coming up beside Nick and holding the other side of the package. Only a few inches separated them. When she inhaled, she caught the scent of his cologne again. She could sense the heat from his body, read the strength in his hands. She focused instead on the bright happy packaging, on the images of children sitting around a plastic table, pretending they were dining at a five-star mock-up restaurant. “When I was a little girl, they didn’t make toys like this. I was always taking the real thing out of the kitchen and if I didn’t have any friends over, I made my poor dad sit down for pretend meals. Oh, how I made that man suffer through tea parties with me and my bears.”

      Nick chuckled softly. “My sisters used to try to do the same thing to me and my brothers but we were too fast. We’d steal the cookies and run like hell for the yard. Linda, Marla and Elise still think Daniel and I are the spawn of the devil because we ruined their plans to recreate the Mad Hatter’s Tea Party.”

      Carolyn laughed. “I never did get a chance to meet your family. I wish I had. They sound so fun.”

      “They would have liked you.”

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