Rent A Millionaire Groom. Judy Christenberry

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      He chuckled, amused by his thoughts.

      “What’s funny?” Elise asked, as they reached the bottom of the stairs.

      “Sorry. Your question reminded me of some of my early struggles.”

      “It’s good that you can laugh at them.”

      “Yeah, it is.” He hadn’t laughed at them before. Elise was good for him.

      “I hope you don’t mind my car. It’s not exactly elegant,” he said, directing her to MaryBelle’s car. He’d rather be driving his Mercedes.

      “Of course, I don’t mind. In fact, we can drive mine if you want.”

      “No, we’ll take—mine. But what kind of car do you drive? I hope it’s safe.”

      “Oh, yes. I’ve never had any trouble with it.”

      “Good,” he agreed, and held open the door for her.

      He got behind the wheel, glad he’d already adjusted the seat and the mirrors for his height. He backed out of the parking lot. “I like your condos. They look nice.”

      “Yes, they are. The people who live here are wonderful. My two best friends are here, but everyone’s friendly.”

      He couldn’t imagine anyone being unfriendly to Elise, especially men. “Any single men live here?”

      “Well, there’s Jeff and Bill.”

      He assured himself it was curiosity that had him asking, “Why didn’t you ask one of them to be your pretend fiancé?”

      She smiled at him. “Because Jeff is the same age as my students and Bill is almost old enough to be my father. Neither of them would be able to convince my sisters we were serious.”

      He nodded, accepting the implied compliment with a smile. “Well, I’ll do my best to be convincing.”

      “I’m sure you will.”

      James saw the sign for the place he’d found earlier, having decided it would be perfect for a casual meal and conversation. Someplace where he wouldn’t be recognized.

      “Here we are,” he said as he parked the car.

      He turned to Elise, only to find her staring at the restaurant, her face pale.

      Chapter Three

      Elise stared at the familiar sign: The Prickly Pear. Out of all the restaurants in Phoenix, he’d chosen her favorite hangout? Where her friends were dining?

      “Is something wrong? Don’t you like this place?”

      “Oh…yes, I love it. I come here often.”

      “Is that it? You’re afraid you’ll be seen with me?”

      She heard the annoyance in his voice. With a smile, she said, “Are you kidding? Being seen with you will do wonders for my reputation.”

      Her words must’ve pleased him because he gave her that devastating smile and squeezed her hand.

      “Good. I was afraid you had a boyfriend stashed away somewhere and didn’t want him to see us out together.”

      He got out of the car and came around to open her door before she could pull herself together to get out. “A boyfriend?” she repeated. “If I had a boyfriend, why would I hire you?”

      He was still smiling as he took her by the hand. “I guess you wouldn’t.”

      “Um, Jeff, the guy who cleans the pool, might be bartending tonight. That’s his part-time job. And—and my friends Phoebe and Daisy were coming here for dinner. But there’s no one else. I mean, I’m not hiding anyone.”

      James held the door open for her, and she walked in. The hostess who normally worked there wasn’t in sight. George, their usual waiter, saw her pausing by the door and came sailing by, a tray in his hands. He stooped and kissed her cheek.

      “Hi, love. Just pick a table anywhere. You know the routine.” Then he headed off to deliver the food on his tray.

      Elise swallowed and turned to look at James. He had a curiously suspicious look on his face. “That’s George. He usually waits on us.”

      “Yeah, I can tell you know him. Why didn’t you ask him?”

      Lowering her voice so no one could hear her, she said, “Because George is already married. He and his wife are attending school and working part time.”

      James took a deep breath. “Okay. Where do you want to sit.”

      Phoebe and Daisy had discovered them by that time and were waving from across the room. “Uh, my friends are here. Do you mind if we say hello?”

      “Of course not. But I’d rather not join them tonight. We need to talk, to get to know each other.”

      “Yes, of course.” She led the way to their table, glad they weren’t going to have dinner with Phoebe and Daisy. James would only have eyes for her friends. They were so alive, so beautiful.

      “Hi, Phoebe and Daisy. This is James Dillon. James, these are my two best friends, Phoebe Lane and Daisy Redford.”

      “Evening, ladies.”

      Elise could tell how impressed her friends were with James. Which only reinforced her confidence in her excellent choice. Her sisters would be overwhelmed.

      She smiled at her friends, pleased at their approval.

      James’s arm came around her shoulders, surprising her. His warmth, the scent of his aftershave, the thrill she experienced when he touched her, distracted her. And filled her with concern. She didn’t want to become too interested in James Dillon.

      “You know, Elise, why don’t we join Phoebe and Daisy for dinner. Unless you two ladies object? Your food hasn’t arrived yet?”

      “No, we haven’t even ordered,” Daisy said. “George is rushed off his feet tonight.”

      “Good, then how about it, Elise?” James said, pulling out the nearest empty chair.

      Her heart fell. He was attracted to her friends. Maybe it was Daisy who drew him. Then they wouldn’t have to worry about finding a man for her. Or maybe it was Phoebe, with her starlet looks. James was probably used to starlets.

      “Elise?”

      “Oh, oh, yes, of course. That would be delightful.”

      And she fell into the chair he held out for her.

      JAMES THOUGHT ELISE had seemed very tense, until she smiled at her friends. So he’d decided Elise might be more forthcoming if she was relaxed.

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