A Convenient Groom. Darcy Maguire

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      CHAPTER THREE

      JOE rearranged the tripod for the tenth time, standing back to assess the angles.

      Thank goodness Tara Andrews had been around to let him in an hour ago. It had been late but she’d understood his need to get the equipment set up right for tomorrow. So much so that she’d left him to it, with exact instructions on how to lock up when he left.

      Tara looked a lot like her sister, but had shorter hair, a far more cool and calm demeanour and a few years more experience in the world.

      Joe rolled his shoulders, trying to dispel the tension. He wasn’t sure what it was about today that sat uneasily in his chest. The lighting had been good. The models fantastic. The gowns awesome. Riana sure had a flair for the exquisite in her designs.

      He looked through the lens. What was it that was off? Wrong? Off kilter? He couldn’t put his finger on it…

      He shook his head. Whatever it was he’d have to sort it out tonight for the re-shoot tomorrow. It was an absolute pain but he wanted to get it perfect for Riana.

      ‘Marry me?’

      Joe spun around at the woman’s voice.

      Riana stood in the doorway in a tight red dress that caressed her curves, accentuating how womanly she was. Her shoulder-length hair spilled around her shoulders like ebony waves, her lips pouty, her eyes wide and on him.

      She leant heavily on the door-frame as though her legs weren’t strong enough to hold her, a bottle dangling from one hand.

      He frowned as the label became clear. Vodka. Half gone. What was going on? ‘What—?’

      She staggered forward. ‘I said…Will you marry me?’ she slurred.

      He shook his head. He couldn’t be hearing right. Or he was hallucinating. What was she doing here at this hour? Drunk? And proposing? He shook his head, trying to work her out. ‘What—?’

      She lifted the bottle and pointed it at him. ‘Have you got a hearing problem?’

      Joe slipped his hands into his pockets, eyeing her warily. This didn’t feel like her at all. ‘No,’ he said carefully. ‘No hearing problem.’

      ‘Then?’ She opened her eyes wide and waved her free hand in a circle as though she was rolling the tape faster.

      She wanted to marry him? His blood heated. Did she like him? Was frustration behind her behaviour towards him today? ‘Why on earth would you want to marry me?’

      ‘Apart from your charming smile and scintilating wit…’ She tried to smother a laugh, and failed. ‘Because—’ her voice broke ‘—because Stuart didn’t propose at all. He didn’t want me to marry him, he just wanted me to go to ski with him in the Alps…when he got bored with his friends.’

      He cringed. The poor girl. She’d been so fired up earlier that the bloke was the one for her…

      Riana shook her head, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. ‘He must have seen the look on my face.’ She sighed heavily. ‘And asked me what was up, so I told him…that I thought he was going to propose to me.’

      Joe ran a hand through his hair. Hell. Talk about putting herself on the line. ‘And?’

      She took a gulp from the bottle, and gasped as the liquid slid down her throat, waving her free hand in front of her mouth as though the air would cool her mouth.

      How was she drinking the stuff straight? If she was out to get herself blind drunk she certainly was on the way.

      ‘And apparently he’s so rich…his family has social standing…somewhere…and he made it abundantly clear that I wasn’t…marriage material.’

      Jeez, the guy was a total jerk. Wasn’t it enough to break her heart? Did he have to drive what was left of her into the ground? ‘So…’ he offered cautiously.

      She lifted her chin, took another swig from the bottle and swayed. ‘So, I’m not his girlfriend any more.’

      He stiffened.

      She staggered forward, leaning against a chair. ‘I’m the only one now who’s a hopeless loser…I can’t find anyone who wants to marry me.’

      Joe ran a hand through his hair, his chest tight. This was the last place he’d expected to find he was needed. And she was the last person he expected to need him. ‘Riana—’

      She staggered across the room. ‘I thought I’d be fending off the proposals by now.’ She waved her arm around wildly. ‘But…apparently…I’m all right for a bit of fun but not—’