Ready-Made Bride

by Janelle Denison

  “I don’t want you to.” And to prove it, she pulled him down to the mattress with her, trusting him with her heart and body and hoping the action would prove he could trust her in return.

  She loved him. The knowledge filled Kane with a sense of wonder, and doubt, too. He knew how fragile love could be, how easily that illusion of grandeur and happiness could be shattered. Cathy had loved him until she’d learned the truth.

  He glanced at the woman snuggled against his chest, napping soundly after a very satisfying afternoon of making love. He cared for Megan, which was more than he’d believed he was capable of giving. No other woman had affected him on such a primitive, emotional level, yet he couldn’t bring himself to express his feelings. Fear and insecurities warred with trust.

  Gently, he pulled the sheet over her bare shoulder. She sighed and twined her legs around his. Maybe she wouldn’t be shocked if he told her the truth, he thought. Maybe she wouldn’t reject him. His stomach knotted. It was the flip-side to those maybes, the possibility that she would look at him in disappointment and shame that made him hold back the truth.

  God, when had his emotions for Megan become a snarl he couldn’t untangle? And why had she gone and complicated things by falling in love with him?

  She stirred again, this time lifting her head to look at him. She looked sleepy, disheveled and thoroughly loved. By him. He grinned despite the troubling thoughts plaguing him. If they never had to leave this bedroom and deal with real life, his worries and concerns would be over. Eventually they’d have to get up, but for now he planned to enjoy the quiet, simple moment with his wife.

  She propped her chin on the hand resting on his chest. “What are you smiling about?” she murmured.

  He touched her flushed cheek, caressed a finger over the swollen lips he’d kissed so ardently. “You.”

  She smiled, but a regretful sigh escaped her. “We have to get up.”

  “Why?” he asked lazily.

  “For one, Andrew will be home any time.”

  “And for another?” he asked, wondering how many excuses she had lined up and how he could thwart each one so they could spend the rest of the day in bed.

  She hesitated, then released a breath and said, “I invited the Lindens to dinner.”

  CHAPTER TEN

  KANE jerked back and stared at Megan, their warm, intimate aftermath quickly dissolving into chilling reality.

  “You did what?” His deceptively calm voice belied the fury boiling just beneath the surface.

  If his dark scowl concerned her, she didn’t show it. “I said, I invited Harold and Patricia to dinner,” she repeated easily, as if having his in-laws over for a social gathering was a weekly occurrence instead of a nonexistent event.

  “That’s what I thought you said.” He moved off her, anger giving him a restless kick of adrenaline. He picked up his jeans from the floor and yanked them on.

  She sat on the bed, her mussed hair tumbling around her face and shoulders. “Is there a problem with having them over?” Challenge laced her husky voice.

  “A problem?” Incredulous laughter escaped him. “We don’t get along. We don’t like each other. They believe I killed their daughter! I’d call that a big problem.” He speared his fingers through his hair. “Christ, Megan, what possessed you to do something so stupid?”

  He didn’t care for the determined tilt to her chin. “I don’t think it was stupid. You and your in-laws need to reconcile, and it certainly isn’t going to happen when you won’t even make the effort to be civil about the situation. Maybe bringing the three of you together will force you to clear the air and settle old grudges.”

  “Hardly.” After Cathy died he’d tried to talk to Patricia, only to have his attempts spurned. Why would five years of separation make any difference? “I can’t believe Patricia agreed to this-” he sliced a hand in the air, struggling for an appropriate word “-this farce.”

  She slid from the bed, slipped on a silky thigh-length robe and fastened the belt. “It’ll be a farce only if you make it one,” she said dryly.

  He narrowed his gaze, keeping a tight focus on the issue at hand. “When were you gonna tell me about this little dinner party you planned?”

  Picking up a brush from the dresser, she looked into the mirror and pulled the bristles through the tangles in her hair. “Just before they arrived.”

  He swore. “How convenient.” Moving beside her, he grabbed a T-shirt from a dresser drawer and whipped it over his head. “Nothing like waiting till the last minute to spring your little surprise on me.”

  She gave an exasperated sigh and tossed the brush down. “Look at you, Kane. This is precisely why I wasn’t going to tell you until the last minute. You’re getting all worked up for nothing.”

  “Nothing?” He stood toe to toe with her, his voice rising in fury. “You know what’s going to happen when they get here? We’re either going to all sit around the living room and glare at one another, or insults and accusations are going to fly fast enough to make your head spin.”

  “I was hoping we could talk.” She jammed her hands on her hips, irritation sparking in her gaze. “You know, maybe try and have a civil, dignified conversation.”

  “About what? About how miserable I made Cathy? That I was responsible for her death? Great icebreaker, wouldn’t you say?” He whirled and paced the floor. “You saw how awkward things were at Andrew’s birthday party.”

  She stepped in front of him, bringing his pacing to an abrupt stop. And then she touched him, gently placing her palm against his cheek. “Give it a chance. Please, Kane.”

  Clenching his jaw, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away, refusing to give in to the tender emotions weaving around his heart and breaking down his resistance. He’d do anything for Megan, he realized. Anything but this. “No. Nothing is going to change the past.”

  “You’re right,” she conceded. “But you can change the future, if only you’d talk to Harold and Patricia-”

  He dropped her hand. “No.”

  “Fine. If you don’t do it for yourself, then do it for Andrew.”

  Always Andrew. But how could he fault her for caring and loving his son? He couldn’t. She was an exceptional mother to Andrew, but he didn’t like her meddling in his life. “Andrew has adjusted and will continue to adjust to the situation.”

  She folded her arms over her chest and scoffed at him. “That’s incredibly selfish of you to make him adjust when you have the ability to end the tension.”

  “It’s not that simple, Megan.” He wished it was. Feeling caged in and edgy, he jammed on his boots, intending to get out of the house and away from Megan and her fallacy of happily ever after.

  “You’re running again, Kane,” she said softly, with a perception that touched a vulnerable part of him.

  He glared at her, automatically building a wall between them. It was the only way he knew how to preserve his pride. “Yeah? So what?”

  She didn’t so much as flinch at his snappish tone. Her gaze held his steadily. “What I want to know is what you’re running from.”

  His heart stopped and resumed at a frantic pace. “You don’t want to know.”

  “That’s what you keep telling me, but why don’t you let me be the judge of that?”

  Because the truth is what destroyed my first marriage. The truth is what stands between me and the Lindens. “The truth will only make matters worse.” He headed for the door.

  Out of the corner of his eye he saw her step toward him, then stop. “Kane, where are you going?”

  One hand on the door handle, he turned, cool mask in place. With effort, he blocked his emotions from the hurt and confusion in her gaze. “I’m going out. If you insist on having this dinner party, you’re gonna have to have it without me.”

  “How come Dad didn’t come to church with us today?”

  Megan turned her car onto the street heading into town and glanced at Andrew sitting beside her. “He had things to do around
the house,” she lied. She didn’t have the heart to tell him Kane was upset with her. Again.

  Andrew frowned, looking doubtful. “Like what?”

  “I, uh…” No plausible excuse came to mind, especially when he’d been attending church with Andrew for years. “I think he just wanted some time alone.”

  Ever since the dinner fiasco he’d been cool and distant, not that his withdrawal was anything new. The man’s emotional shields were strong, secure and instinctive. She was beginning to wonder if she stood a chance of permanently breaking them down.

  After Kane had stormed out of the house and she’d regained her composure, she’d called Harold to cancel dinner. He’d been understanding but disappointed. He’d spent the past two weeks talking to Patricia about the situation, and although he didn’t think his wife was ready to completely forgive and forget the past, he believed in time she might be willing to accept some kind of reconciliation.

  “Maybe I shouldn’t go to Grandma and Grandpa’s today,” Andrew said, looking way too serious for an eight-year-old. “I could stay home and we could make Dad some cookies, or maybe a cake.”

  Megan smiled despite her heavy heart. “Honey, that’s a wonderful thought, but your grandparents look forward to their day with you.” And she wasn’t about to deny the Lindens the pleasure of their grandson. “You know that, don’t you?”

  “Yeah, but sometimes I wish we could all do stuff together.” He hung his head and stared at his lap. “Corey says that his grandma and grandpa come over to his house all the time.” He lifted a confused gaze to her. “How come we don’t do things like that?”

  Because your father is as stubborn as a mule. She sighed, gathering the words to best explain the situation. “Andrew, sometimes families have disagreements. That’s what happened with your dad and your grandparents. I’m working on patching things up, but it might take some time.”

  He smiled, and his dimple appeared. “I knew you would.”

  She lifted a brow at him as she turned into the church parking lot and searched for a vacant spot. “Knew I would what?”

  The self-satisfied look on his face was at once adorable and disarming. “Try and make things better with my dad and Grandma and Grandpa Linden.”

  Little stinker, she thought affectionately. “You did?”

  “Yep. And I think Grandpa likes you.”

  She knew she had at least one ally with Harold. Turning off the ignition, she asked, “And your grandma?”

  He shrugged. “She doesn’t say much about you, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t like you.”

  She reached across the console and gently ruffled his hair. “Well, you be sure to tell them both today that I think they’re wonderful grandparents.”

  His eyes sparkled happily. “Okay.”

  They got out of the car and started toward the church and the crowd of people visiting until the bells tolled. Andrew slipped his hand in hers and looked at her with liquid brown eyes full of worry.

  “Do you think Dad’s okay at home?”

  “I’m sure he’s fine.” The lie was necessary.

  “Will you bake him cookies while I’m at Grandma’s?” Hope tinged his voice. “That’ll cheer him up for sure.”

  Megan was desperate enough to try anything to reach Kane. “I’ll see what I can do.”

  Megan wrapped the previous night’s leftover fried chicken in foil and placed it in a paper sack along with grapes and the fresh batch of chocolate chip cookies she’d baked when she returned from church. Completing the picnic was the bottle of wine she’d picked up at the grocery store on her way home.

  Kane had left for town a little less than an hour ago, saying something about picking up some stuff being held at the hardware store for him. She couldn’t have planned this surprise picnic any more perfectly. Knowing he’d be home any moment and wanting to be gone when he did, she quickly wrote a note for him to meet her at the huge oak tree by the lake and signed the note, “I love you, Megan.” She placed the piece of paper on the counter by the back door, so he’d be sure to see it when he walked in.

  She gathered up her goodies, walked the short trek to their meeting spot and spread out the blanket she’d brought, then unloaded their lunch. When that was done, she reclined on the blanket, unbuttoned the front of her dress to reveal the swells of her breasts, hiked her skirt to her thighs and affected a sultry, seductive pose. And waited.

  Kane’s cool, distant attitude didn’t concern her. She’d decided that she was going to shower him with so much love he’d drown in it, whether he liked it or not. And if seducing him was the only way to shatter his emotional barriers, she’d gladly pay the price.

  Seconds stretched into endless minutes as she continued to plan her seductive strategy. The leaves in the trees rustled gently and birds chirped overhead. The sky couldn’t have been bluer, the day more beautiful for sharing with someone she loved. Eventually, she succumbed to the cool spring breeze and the gentle lapping of water lulling her to sleep.

  She woke from her nap with a start. Drowsily, she looked at her watch. Two hours had passed. Abruptly sitting up, she glanced around, expecting to see Kane. She was alone. Achingly, desperately, frustratingly alone.

  Discouraged and stung by his rejection, she packed up the untouched picnic. The walk home seemed like a five-mile uphill climb. The entire way, she told herself there had to be a logical explanation, that most likely Kane had gotten held up in town and hadn’t come home yet. Surely he wouldn’t intentionally ignore her request?

  Her excuses fizzled when she crested the knoll and saw his truck parked outside the barn. With every step closer to the house, her heart grew heavier. Her fervent vow to shower him with love mocked her. How could she accomplish her goal when Kane wasn’t the least bit willing or cooperative?

  Angry at herself for believing in the impossible and at Kane for his selfish behavior, she strode into the barn and plunked the sack on his workbench. Kane. turned from his current project, eyeing the bag, and her, warily.

  The pain inside her grew to startling proportions. “Here’s your lunch. It would have been real nice if we could have shared it together, but I guess you weren’t in the mood for company, which is nothing new around here.” Her words were cruel, but she couldn’t stop them.

  A startled look resembling guilt passed over his features but was quickly masked by a practiced indifference. “What are you talking about?”

  “The note, Kane,” she said, her throat raw and her emotions frayed. “The one in the kitchen asking you to meet me by the lake.”

  He hesitated, then turned away. Taking off his plastic safety glasses, he tossed them aside. “I didn’t see any note.”

  She wanted to scream at him to look at her so she could see the truth in his eyes. “How could you miss it? It’s right on the counter as you walk in the kitchen.”

  Again he paused. Again he wouldn’t look at her. “I haven’t been up to the house.”

  She honestly didn’t know whether or not to believe him. His answer was sensible, but feeling hurt and emotionally wounded, she held tight to her anger. “Since you only spend time in your workshop, I guess next time I ought to post the note on your workbench!”

  He turned. That marble facade of his cracked a bit, giving her a glimpse of vulnerability she wasn’t in the frame of mind to dissect or understand. He stepped toward her. “Megan-”

  She held up a hand to ward him off, in no disposition to be rational. “Forget it, Kane. Just forget it.” She damned the tears rushing forward and choking her voice. She damned him for breaking her heart when all she wanted to do was love him. She didn’t know what to do if he wouldn’t at least make an attempt to meet her halfway. “Let’s just chalk this up to a misunderstanding, and I won’t make the mistake again of expecting anything more from you than what you openly give.”

  He stood unmoving, looking as miserable as she felt. The thought gave her no pleasure, just filled her with a sadness that went soul deep. He didn’t wa
nt her heart. He didn’t want her love. Who was she to force them on him?

  She turned and left the barn before she broke down. As soon as she stepped outside, the sob lodged in her throat escaped and the tears she’d managed to hold at bay spilled over her lashes. The emptiness in her was all-consuming.

  She heard him swear, then a loud crash as he threw something against the barn wall. She winced and forced herself to keep walking away. All she wanted to do at the moment was tear that damned note into a million pieces.

  Swiping at her wet cheeks, she entered the kitchen and searched the counter for the note, then the floor, then the entire area, nearly turning the kitchen upside down with her urgent need to find that stupid piece of paper.

  The note was nowhere to be found.

  Megan separated the dirty clothes methodically, her mind numb and her heart battered and bruised. The only time she could remember experiencing such a horrible helplessness and loneliness was after her divorce.

  She swallowed the growing knot in her throat, determined not to give in to the urge to cry any more tears than she already had in the past two days. Especially with Andrew in the other room doing his homework.

  Biting her bottom lip and blinking back moisture, she grabbed a pair of Andrew’s jeans and checked the pockets. She found a gum wrapper, a quarter and a marble before tossing them into the dark clothes pile. She focused her mind on the chore, repeating the process with all his pants, then Kane’s, amazed, as always, at the different trinkets and the amount of change she discovered.

  Reaching into the front pocket of Kane’s jeans, her fingers closed around a crumpled piece of paper and some loose change. She automatically dumped them on her growing pile and dropped the pants on top of the others. It took her mushy brain five seconds to register the significance of that piece of paper, and when it did, everything within her froze.

  She stared at the balled up paper as if it were a poisonous insect. Her mind spun and her heart raced so fast she was certain she could hear blood rushing in her ears.