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by Susan Elizabeth Phillips


  Candace unwisely permitted the waiter to refill her wineglass. “Then there was River Bend, the house where they all grew up…”

  Heath gave a snort of amusement. “Your house had a name?”

  “Don’t look at me,” Annabelle retorted. “It happened before I was born.”

  “River Bend was an estate, not just a house,” Candace explained. “We still can’t quite believe that Chet talked Kate into selling the property, although their home in Naples has to be seen to be believed.”

  Heath started laughing all over again.

  “You’re annoying,” Annabelle said.

  Candace went on to describe the beauty of River Bend, which made Annabelle nostalgic, even though Candace neglected to mention the drafty windows, smoking fireplaces, and frequent infestations of mice. Finally, even Doug had heard enough, and he switched the subject.

  Heath loved the Grangers, every one of them, with the exception of Candace, who was a self-important pain in the ass, but she had to live in Annabelle’s shadow, so he was prepared to be tolerant. As he gazed around the table, he saw the rock solid family he’d dreamed of as a boy. Chet and Kate were loving parents who’d dedicated themselves to turning their kids into successful adults. Her brothers’ teasing drove Annabelle crazy—they did everything but give her noogies—but as the youngest child and only girl, she was clearly their pet, and watching Adam’s and Doug’s not-so-subtle competition for her attention was one of the highlights of his evening. The complexities of the mother-daughter relationship were beyond him. Kate was a nag, but she made excuses to touch Annabelle whenever she could and smiled at her when she wasn’t looking. As for Chet…His fond expression left no doubt who was Daddy’s Little Girl.

  As he gazed across the table at her, his throat tightened with pride. He’d never seen her look so beautiful or so sexy, but then his thoughts always seemed to take that direction. Her bare shoulders gleamed in the candlelight, and he wanted to lick the sprinkle of freckles on that graceful little nose. Her shiny swirl of hair reminded him of autumn leaves, and his fingers ached to rumple it. If he hadn’t been so wrapped up in his outdated, misdirected notions of what made up a trophy wife, he would have realized months ago the place she occupied in his life. But it had taken last weekend’s party to open his eyes. Annabelle made everybody happy, including him. With Annabelle, he remembered that life was about living, not just about work, and that laughter was as precious a commodity as cash.

  He’d canceled a morning’s worth of appointments to pick out her engagement ring, only two and a half carats because her hands were small, and lugging three carats around all day might leave her too tired to take off her clothes at night. He’d planned exactly how he intended to propose to her, and this morning he’d put the first part of that plan in motion.

  He’d hired the Northwestern University Marching Band.

  He envisioned exactly how it would unfold. Right now, she was angry, so he had to make her forget that, up until a few weeks ago, he’d intended to marry Delaney Lightfield. He had a pretty good idea Annabelle loved him. The Dean Robillard scam proved that, didn’t it? And if he was wrong, he’d make her love him…starting tonight.

  He’d kiss her breathless, carry her upstairs to that attic bedroom, turn Nana to the wall, and make love with her until they were both senseless. Afterward, he’d follow up with a boatload of flowers, some ultraromantic dates, and a slew of salacious phone calls. When he was absolutely certain he’d crumbled the last of her defenses, he’d invite her to a special dinner at Evanston’s top restaurant. After she’d been lulled by good food, champagne, and candlelight, he’d tell her he wanted to see her old college hangouts and suggest a walk around the Northwestern campus. Along the way, he’d pull her into one of those big arched doorways, kiss her, probably feel her up a little because, who was he kidding, there was no way he could kiss Annabelle without touching her. Finally, they’d reach the campus lakefront, and that’s where the Northwestern marching band would be waiting, playing something old-fashioned and romantic. He’d drop down on one knee, pull out the ring, and ask her to marry him.

  He held on to the image, savored it, and then, with a pang of regret, let it go. There’d be no marching band, no proposal by the lakefront, not even a ring to seal the exact moment he asked her to marry him, since the one he’d chosen wouldn’t be ready until next week. He was abandoning his perfect plan because, after meeting the Granger family and seeing how much they meant to one another—how much Annabelle meant to them—he knew they had to be part of this.

  The waiter disappeared, leaving them with fresh coffee and dessert. Across the table Annabelle was hissing at St. Louis’s preeminent heart surgeon, who’d twisted a lock of her hair around his finger and announced he wouldn’t let go until she told everyone about the time she wet her pants at Laurie somebody’s birthday party.

  Heath rose to his feet. Adam dropped Annabelle’s hair, and she kicked him under the table. “Ouch!” Adam rubbed his leg. “That hurt!”

  “Good.”

  “Children…”

  Heath smiled. He loved this. “I hope nobody minds, but I have a couple of things to say. First, you’re terrific people. Thanks for letting me be a part of this evening.”

  A chorus of “Here, here” followed, accompanied by the clink of wineglasses. Only Annabelle remained silent and suspicious, but what he was about to say should wipe that frown right off her face.

  “I wasn’t fortunate enough to grow up with a family like yours. I think all of you know how lucky you are to have one another.” He gazed at Annabelle, but she was trying to find her napkin, which Adam had passed under the table to Doug. He waited until her head came back up.

  “It’s been almost five months since you barged into my office wearing that awful yellow suit, Annabelle. In that time, you’ve turned my life upside down.”

  Kate’s hand shot out, bracelets jangling. “If you’ll just be patient, I’m sure she’ll do her very best to make things right. Annabelle is an extremely hard worker. Granted, her professional methods might not be what you’re accustomed to, but her heart’s in the right place.”

  Doug snapped a pen from his pocket. “I’m planning to go over all her records before I leave. With a little reorganization, a firmer hand on the reins, her operation should be stabilized in no time.”

  Annabelle set her chin in her hand and sighed.

  “This isn’t about Perfect for You,” Heath said.

  They regarded him blankly.

  “She renamed her company,” he said patiently. “It’s no longer Marriages by Myrna. She calls it Perfect for You.”

  Adam gazed at her in puzzlement. “Is that true?”

  Candace adjusted an earring. “Couldn’t you have found something catchier?”

  “I don’t remember hearing about this,” Doug said.

  “Neither do I.” Chet set down his coffee cup. “Nobody tells me anything.”

  “I told you,” Kate replied tartly. “Unfortunately, I didn’t have it announced on the Golf Channel.”

  “What kind of company?” Lucille said.

  While Adam explained that his sister was a matchmaker, Doug pulled out his BlackBerry. “I’m sure it didn’t occur to you to investigate trademark protection.”

  Heath realized he was losing them, and he turned up the volume. “The point is…Until I met Annabelle, I thought I had my life figured out, but it didn’t take her long to point out that I’d made some serious errors in my calculations.”

  Kate winced. “Oh, dear. I know she’s not always tactful, but she means well.”

  Annabelle picked up Adam’s wrist and looked at his watch. Heath wished she had a little more trust. “I know everyone here recognizes how special Annabelle is,” he said, “but I haven’t known her as long, and it took me a while to figure it out.”

  Annabelle went after a gravy spot on the tablecloth.

  “Just because I was slow to catch on,” he said, “doesn’t mean I’m stupid. I re
cognize quality when I see it, and Annabelle is an amazing woman.” Now he had her full attention, and he got that familiar adrenaline rush that signaled the final moments before he closed on a deal. “I know today is your birthday, sweetheart, and that means you should be the one getting the present instead of me, but I’m feeling greedy.” He turned, first to one end of the table, and then to the other. “Chet, Kate, I’d like to ask permission to marry your daughter.”

  Shocked silence fell over the room. A candle sputtered. A spoon clattered against a dish. Annabelle sat frozen while the rest of her family gradually came back to life.

  “Why would you want to marry Annabelle?” Candace wailed.

  “But I thought you were—”

  “Oh, sweetheart…”

  “Marry her?”

  “Our Annabelle?”

  “She never said anything about—”

  Kate dove for her tissues. “This is the happiest moment of my life.”

  “Permission granted, Champion.”

  Grinning, Doug reached across the table to poke his mother. “Make it a Christmas wedding before he realizes what he’s gotten into and changes his mind.”

  Heath stayed focused on Annabelle, giving her time to adjust. Her lips formed a lopsided oval; her eyes turned into puddles of spilled honey …And then her eyebrows slammed together. “What are you talking about?”

  At the very least, he’d expected a joyous gasp. “I want to marry you,” he said again.

  Her frown grew more ominous, and he found himself remembering Annabelle seldom did what he expected, something he should possibly have recalled before he’d stood up.

  “And when did you have this magical revelation?” she asked. “No, let me guess. Tonight after you met my family.”

  “Wrong.” Here, at least, he was on solid ground.

  “Then when?”

  “Last weekend, at the party.”

  Disbelief shone in her eyes. “Why didn’t you say something then?”

  Too late, he realized he should have stuck with his original plan, but he refused to let himself panic. Always meet strength with strength. “I’d only broken up with Delaney a few hours earlier. It seemed a little premature.”

  “This whole thing seems a little premature.”

  Kate braced her hand on the tablecloth. “Annabelle, you’re being peevish.”

  “That doesn’t begin to describe how I feel.” He winced as Annabelle shot up from her chair. “Did anybody hear him mention the L-word? Because I sure didn’t.”

  Just like that, she’d cornered him. Had he really thought she wouldn’t notice? Was that why he’d decided to do this in front of her family? He began to sweat. If he didn’t handle this exactly right, the whole deal would collapse around him. He knew what he had to do, but at the precise moment when he most needed to keep his head, he lost it. “I hired the Northwestern marching band!”

  Stunned silence greeted this revelation.

  He’d made himself look like an ass. Annabelle shook her head with a quiet dignity that unnerved him. “You have lost your mind. I only wish you could have done it privately.”

  “Annabelle!” Kate’s neck was turning red. “Just because Heath doesn’t want to air his most intimate feelings in front of virtual strangers doesn’t mean he’s not in love with you. How could anybody not love you?”

  Annabelle kept her eyes locked with his. “Here’s what I’ve learned about pythons, Mother. Sometimes it’s more important to pay attention to what they don’t say than to what they do.”

  Kate came to her feet. “You’re too upset to discuss this now. Heath is a wonderful man. Just look at the way he fits in. Wait until tomorrow when you’ve had a chance to cool down, and then the two of you can talk this through.”

  “Save your breath,” Doug muttered. “All you have to do is look at her, and you know she’s going to blow it.”

  “Come on, Spud,” Adam pleaded. “Tell the guy you’ll marry him. For once in your life, do the smart thing.”

  Help from her brothers was the last thing Heath needed. These were guys you wanted by your side in a foxhole, not around a pissed-off female. Proposing in front of her family was the worst idea he’d ever had, but deals had turned sour on him before, and he’d still managed to pull them off. All he needed to do was get her alone…and avoid the one topic she’d most want to discuss.

  Chapter Twenty-two

  Annabelle rushed into the deserted hallway. Soft music played through the speakers, and dim, romantic lighting cast a soothing glow over the garnet walls, but she couldn’t stop shaking. She’d thought Rob had broken her heart, but that pain was nothing compared to what she felt now. Just past the dining room, she stumbled into a nook furnished with a love seat and a pair of Sheraton chairs. Heath followed her, but she kept her back to him, and he was smart enough not to touch her.

  “Before you say anything you’re going to regret, Annabelle, let me suggest you turn on your fax machine when you get home. I’m sending you a jeweler’s receipt for a very large diamond ring. Notice when I ordered it. On Tuesday, four days ago.”

  So he’d been telling the truth when he’d said he’d decided to marry her the night of the party. She didn’t feel comforted. Even though she’d known he had this emotional hole inside him, she’d thought she could keep herself from ever tumbling into it.

  “Are you listening to me?” he said. “I’d already made up my mind to marry you before I met a single member of your family. I’m sorry it took me so long to get my head straight, but, as you’ve been quick to point out, I’m an idiot, and all I did tonight was prove you’re right. I should have talked to you privately, but I started thinking how much it would mean to them to be part of this. Obviously, I got carried away.”

  “It didn’t occur to you that I’d refuse, did it?” She stared blindly at her watery reflection in the window. “You were so sure I was head over heels in love with you that you didn’t even hesitate.”

  He moved behind her, standing so close that she felt the heat of his body. “Aren’t you?”

  She’d thought she was being so clever dangling Dean in front of him, but he’d seen through her charade, and now he’d stolen what was left of her pride, in addition to everything else. “Yeah, but so what? I fall in love easily. Thankfully, I get over it just as easily.” What a lie.

  “Don’t say that.”

  She finally turned to face him. “I know you so much better than you think I do. You saw how well I got along with the guys at the party, and that was when you realized I’d be enough of a business asset to compensate for not being gorgeous.”

  “Stop putting yourself down. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever known.”

  She might have been able to laugh at his sheer gall if it didn’t hurt so much. “Quit lying. I’m a compromise, and we both know it.”

  “I never compromise,” he retorted. “And I sure as hell didn’t compromise with you. Sometimes two people fit together, and that’s what happened to us.”

  He was slick as an eel, and she couldn’t let him get to her. “It’s starting to make sense. You don’t believe in blowing deadlines. Your thirty-fifth birthday is coming up. Time to get a move on, right? At the party, you saw that I could be a business asset. You like being with me. Then tonight you found out I was born with that silver spoon you’ve been looking for. I guess that hit it out of the ballpark for you. But you forgot something, didn’t you?” She made herself meet his eyes. “What about love? What about that?”

  He didn’t miss a beat. “What about it? Pay attention, because I’m going to start at the top. You’re beautiful, every part of you. I love your hair, the way it looks, the way it feels. I love touching it, smelling it. I love the way you wrinkle your nose when you laugh. It makes me laugh, too, every time. And I love watching you eat. Sometimes you can’t shovel it in fast enough, but when you get interested in a conversation, you forget there’s anything in front of you. God knows, I love making love with you. I can’t
even talk about that without wanting you. I love your pathetic attachment to those seniors. I love how hard you work…” On and on he went, pacing the small square of carpet, cataloging her virtues.

  He began describing their future, painting a rosy picture of their life together living in his house, the parties they’d have, the vacations they’d take. He even had the temerity to mention children, which brought her to her feet.

  “Stop it! Just stop it.” She balled her hands into fists. “You’ve said everything except what I need to hear. I want you to love me, Heath, not my awful hair, or the way I get along with your clients, or the fact that I have the family you’ve always dreamed of. I want you to love me, and you don’t know how to do that, do you?”

  He didn’t even blink. “Have you been listening to anything I’ve said?”

  “Every word.”

  He drilled her with his eyes, tried to swamp her with his lethal confidence. “Then how could I not love you?”

  If she hadn’t been so painfully wise to his tricks, she might have been taken in, but his words fell flat. “I don’t know,” she said quietly. “You tell me.”

  He threw up his hand, but she could feel him scrambling. “Your family’s right. You’re a personal disaster. What do you want? Just tell me what you want.”

  “I want your best offer.”

  He stared at her, his gaze intense, intimidating, overpowering. And then he did the unthinkable. He looked away. With a sinking heart, she watched his hands slide into his pockets, his shoulders drop almost imperceptibly. “You already have it.”

  She bit her lip, nodded. “That’s what I thought.” And then she walked away.

  She had no money with her, but she climbed into a cab anyway, then made the driver wait at her house while she went inside to get the cash to pay him. Her family would be descending at any minute. She grabbed a suitcase before that could happen and began stuffing it with whatever her fingers closed around, not letting herself feel or think. Fifteen minutes later, she was in her car.

 

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