The Million Dollar Catch Bundle

by Susan Mallery

  “You think we’re going to argue?” she asked.

  “I’m counting on it.”

  “I’m a pretty agreeable person, but I’m sure you’re difficult,” she said as he held open the door. “I’ll be flexible on food, but not the dessert thing.”

  “What dessert thing?”

  She smiled at him. “That we have dessert. It’s one of the great thrills of a wedding. You get dessert and cake. How often does that happen in life?”

  “Far be it from me to get between a woman and her sugar fix.”

  “Pretty and smart,” she murmured. “How impressive.”

  “I know.” He turned his attention to the receptionist and introduced them.

  “I’m Zoe,” the woman said with a smile. “We’re ready for you. If you’d come this way?”

  They were led in to a small room set up like a dining area. The table for six had two place settings at one end.

  Zoe seated them, then pointed out the menu printed on a single sheet by the plates.

  “We’ll go in order,” she said. “We’ll start with soups, then the salads and so on. Please make notes or write down any questions.”

  She left and then returned immediately with three small bowls for each of them.

  “Lovely presentation,” Marina said as she picked the sprig of garnish out of one of the bowls. “Why do they have to put some garden weed on top of a dish? What is it? How do we know where it’s been?”

  “The not knowing adds to the thrill of the moment.”

  She looked at him, her blue eyes wide. “Are you thrilled?”

  She was close enough that he could see a couple of pale freckles on her nose and hint of a dimple in her cheek. Once again he thought about touching her…and didn’t.

  “Beyond words.”

  “Liar,” she murmured, then took a taste of the first soup. “Split pea with something else. Not bad.”

  He tasted it and shook his head. “No, thanks.”

  They both passed on the creamy mystery soup, while he liked the chicken vegetable and Marina complained it was too healthy.

  “We’re at a wedding. Do we really have to get our five servings of fruits and vegetables in the first course?”

  He poked around the bowl. “Not a lot of fruit that I can see.”

  “You know what I mean.” She set down her spoon. “What about tortilla soup? Or a quesadilla? Doesn’t that sound good?”

  “You want Mexican food at your sister’s wedding?”

  Marina’s shoulders slumped. “Not really, but I could go for some right now. I should have eaten before coming here. I’m really hungry.”

  “So you like food.”

  She narrowed her gaze. “Yes, some women eat. I eat. Shocking, but true. I also run every day, so I can pretty much eat what I like and enjoy it. Do you have a problem with that?”

  “Running with that chip on your shoulder must help with your workout. The extra weight would increase intensity.”

  She opened her mouth, then closed it. “You’re saying I’m a little sensitive about the food thing?”

  “Would I say that?”

  “You’re thinking I’m overreacting because you date models and I don’t feel I measure up to their ideal.”

  “You’re doing all the talking.”

  “I’m not intimidated. Mostly not. Sometimes, maybe a little. But I’d like to point out that these are my skinny jeans. They’ve fit all week and they look fabulous on me.”

  “Yes, they do.” He’d admired the curve of her hips and her long legs when she’d first walked up. He was willing to take another look, if that would make her happy.

  “I don’t seek approval from anyone but myself.”

  “Why would you?”

  She smiled. “You’re humoring me.”

  “It seems safest. You have some attitude on you.”

  “I know. I don’t get it. I’m actually a fairly calm person. I’m not sure what it is about you that pushes all my buttons.”

  “It’s because I’m so smooth and handsome,” he said as Zoe came in with several salad plates, along with a basket of rolls. “You’re uncomfortable.”

  Marina waited until they were alone to respond. When Zoe had picked up the soup bowls and left, she said, “I’m not uncomfortable. You have an ego the size of Antarctica. You’re not that special.”

  “Of course I am. You researched me. Who was the last guy you researched?”

  “The men I know are totally normal. Researching is not required. You make me crazy.”

  “Then my work here is complete.”

  She shook her head. “Eat your salad.”

  He took a bite of the first salad. There were a lot of strange looking lettuces and shavings of things he didn’t recognize. Salad was highly overrated, he thought grimly.

  “Think about the guys you usually date,” he said, enjoying the fact that he could get to her. “Scruffy, poor grad students. When compared to me, they don’t have a chance.”

  She glared at him. “Oh, right. Why would dating the next brilliant man who will change the course of history by improving the world be considered interesting?”

  He picked up a roll and leaned toward her. “They’re nerds. They’re not interesting yet and they’re not good in bed. Admit it.”

  Fury darkened her eyes. She opened her mouth, probably to yell at him. He stuck the roll between her lips.

  “Not bad,” he said, pointing at the second salad. “I like the blue cheese. What do you think?”

  She pulled the roll away and glared at him. “I think you’re a pompous, egotistical ass.”

  He tasted the third salad and grimaced. “So you like me.”

  “I don’t.”

  “Of course you do. But I was asking about the salads. What do you think?”

  She pointed at the one he’d tasted third. “That one works.”

  He shook his head. “Not a good idea. There’s too much garlic in the dressing.”

  “Since when do you know anything about cooking?”

  “I don’t.” Could he help it that she set him up with one good line after the other? Sometimes a guy couldn’t help cutting a break. “But I do know about weddings.” He glanced around, then leaned toward her and lowered his voice. “Kissing. Lots and lots of kissing at weddings. You don’t want the guests to have garlic breath.”

  Awareness crackled in the room. He thought Marina might get nervous or change the subject, but her gaze never left his. The humor was gone, replaced by a tension that quickly flared into need.

  What would it be like to kiss her? What would her mouth feel like against his? How soft? How hungry? How sexy?

  Was she the kind of woman who took charge, or did she like to be convinced? The possibilities were endless and suddenly he wanted to explore them all.

  “I think you’re overstating the problem,” she said. “I don’t think the garlic is that big a deal, but if it is, we could simply change the dressing on the salad.”

  “There’s only one way to find out,” he said and leaned in farther, then brushed his mouth against hers.

  There was heat and need. They competed for his attention. Marina didn’t move, but he heard her breath quicken. But before he could take things to the next level, Zoe returned.

  “What did you…Oh. Sorry. Should I come back?”

  Todd straightened. “No. We know what we need to do.”

  Three

  Marina felt as if she’d been hit by a truck. Well, that wasn’t right, she thought as she blinked to bring the room back into focus. Nothing bad had happened and she certainly wasn’t squished. But she was out of breath and feeling a little two-dimensional all the same.

  Talk about wow. The heat, the tingles, the need to jump Todd’s bones and make him have his way with her. All from a teeny, tiny, innocent kiss. What would happen if he kissed her like he meant it?

  A dangerous question, she told herself. Todd was nothing like she’d imagined. He was funny and charming. Too ch
arming. She had to remember that any contact with a woman was just a game with him. That he had the emotional depth of a cookie sheet. She should enjoy the superficial attraction for the momentary pleasure and let the rest of it go. He didn’t do relationships and she didn’t do anything else.

  Although technically she didn’t do relationships, either. It was the whole fear thing. She didn’t want to get lost in a man.

  They sampled several entrées, which were okay and the desserts, which were great.

  “Are you going to finish that?” she asked, eyeing his barely tasted dish of chocolate mousse.

  Todd pushed the bowl toward her. “You’re welcome to it.”

  She dipped her spoon into the creamy, foamy delight and then savored the burst of rich chocolate on her tongue. He watched her, his expression unreadable.

  She wanted to think he found her passion for chocolate fascinating, but no doubt he was comparing her normal appetite to his dates’ lack of appetite and finding her just a little odd.

  “Finished?” he asked when she’d scraped the last of the pudding from the bowl.

  She nodded and they walked out to the reception area. After collecting prices and a brochure from Zoe, they promised to be in touch within a couple of weeks, then left.

  “What did you think?” Todd asked as they walked to their cars.

  “It was good,” she said, “but not dazzling. I want to be dazzled. I think the food should be spectacular, not just good.”

  He glanced at the price list. “Considering what they’re charging, I agree. So we still need a caterer. Do you have any suggestions?”

  “I don’t cater much, but I can ask around.”

  “I’ll do the same. I’ll also check with Ruth.”

  Ah, yes. Her grandmother. “She does the charity circuit,” she said. “At least she’s mentioned it. So she should be a great source of information.” Marina frowned. “I wonder why she hasn’t offered us advice.”

  “She promised not to meddle,” Todd told her. “Don’t get too excited—it’s not going to last. She’s a meddler by nature.” There was a tone of affection in his voice.

  “So you’ve forgiven her for coming to me and my sisters and offering each of us a million dollars if one of us were to marry you?”

  He winced. “I’m working on it.”

  “Why?”

  He shrugged. “She always had time for me and Ryan. Our parents took off for months at a time and left us behind. Aunt Ruth stepped into the void. When we were with her, it was like family.”

  Marina didn’t know what to say to that. On the one hand, it explained Todd’s fondness for his aunt. On the other, this was the same woman who turned her back on her own daughter.

  “You’re thinking about your mom,” he said, surprising her.

  “Yes. My mom was seventeen when she fell in love with my dad. That’s pretty young. I can understand her parents being upset with her choice, but there are a lot of options between saying it’s okay and kicking her out forever. How come they didn’t try any of them?” She drew in a deep breath and let it go. “You’re going to tell me it was because of Ruth’s husband, Fraser. I’ve heard it all before. He was a difficult man who ruled his house and didn’t give anyone second chances.”

  He was also the only father Marina’s mother had ever known. Her biological father, Ruth’s first husband, had died before Ruth had even realized she was pregnant.

  “My mom was Ruth’s only daughter,” Marina said. “She should have tried harder. She should have made sure her daughter was all right.”

  Todd surprised her for maybe the third time in less than two hours when he put his hand on her shoulder and squeezed gently.

  “You’re right,” he said quietly. “She stood by her husband instead of her daughter. Because of that, she spent the next thirty years regretting her decision, but being too afraid to do anything about it. That’s got to be a hard way to live, for all of you. She’ll never get back what she lost and neither will you.”

  She blinked at him. “That was really compassionate and understanding.”

  He scowled at her. “I am capable of rational and emotional thought.”

  “I know. I just didn’t think you’d bother.”

  “That’s flattering.”

  Now it was his turn to touch him. She grabbed his hand. “I’m sorry. That came out wrong. It’s just the way you’re presented in the local press and how people talk about you.”

  Maybe he wasn’t a cookie sheet, she thought. Maybe he was actually a jelly roll pan.

  The image made her smile, which made his scowl deepen. “You’re really starting to tick me off,” he muttered.

  “I thought you said you had a well-developed sense of humor.”

  “I do. You’re not being funny. Whatever you think about me, you’re wrong.”

  She was beginning to think that might be a possibility.

  He pulled out his trusty PalmPilot and pushed some buttons. “We still need a caterer, a photographer, flowers, a cake, a dress, tuxes. It’s a long list.”

  “We’ll get through it. I’ll e-mail Julie the information on this place. At least we know we’re having the wedding and reception in the ballroom. That’s something.”

  “Lucky us.”

  She stared into his dark eyes and smiled. “Thanks for being so understanding about everything with my grandmother. It helps to talk about it.”

  “Yeah, yeah. I’ll call you and we can set up our next taste testing.”

  Then he stunned her by bending down and kissing her. Only this kiss wasn’t about garlic or proving anything. At least she didn’t think it was. Instead it was quick, hot and bone-melting.

  His hands rested on her shoulders, holding her in place. His mouth claimed hers with an expertise that made her more than willing to take this wherever he wanted to go. She lost herself in the pleasure of touch and lips and need.

  He wasn’t what she expected. This wasn’t what she expected. She found herself responding to him in ways she hadn’t expected.

  He tilted his head and brushed her lower lip with his tongue. She parted for him. He swept inside, teased into arousal, then pulled back and straightened.

  “See you soon,” he said.

  What? He was leaving? He was going to kiss and run?

  “But you…Why’d you…”

  He smiled. “We were interrupted. I like to finish what I start.”

  To Marina_Nelson@mynetwork.LA.com

  From Julie_Nelson@SGC.usa

  I can’t thank you enough. I really, really owe you for all your hard work. Thanks for taste-testing the first caterer and sorry it didn’t work out. But you’re right. I want fabulous food at the wedding and so does Ryan.

  Interesting about the whole garlic/kissing thing. I hadn’t thought that too much garlic could ever be a problem, but at a wedding? You’re so right. So, did Todd demonstrate the perils of garlic kissing? Just kidding. I know he’s not your type. Not earnest enough and yet lacking in character. But not totally awful. At least he’s cute. Remember that when he starts to make you crazy.

  We’re having the best time. I can’t wait to get more pictures and e-mails from you. Again, you’re a total goddess for doing this!

  Love and hugs, Julie

  Marina opened the cardboard box and reached for the tape dispenser. After sealing the bottom of the carton, she flipped it over and then looked at the bookshelves in the hallway.

  “Does Julie really need to keep all these?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer.

  Willow stuck her head out of the bedroom where she’d gone to tackle clothes. “Of course. They’re books. She’ll keep them forever.”

  “Does Ryan know what he’s getting into? The whole pack rat thing?”

  Willow grinned. “She’s not a pack rat and yes, he knows exactly what he’s getting into.”

  “Well, I didn’t have a clue,” Marina grumbled. “Between helping you pack Julie’s place, you handling the renovations
at their new place and me planning Julie’s wedding, she is going to owe us big time. We’re going to have to break our legs or something and force both of them to serve us.”

  “She’ll be there every second of our recovery,” Willow promised. She held out her left hand and pointed. “Would you hand that to me?”

  Marina didn’t turn to see the object in question. Instead she stared at her sister’s ring finger—or more specifically, at the stunning diamond ring glinting there.

  “You’re engaged!” Marina yelled. “I’m so happy for you.”

  Willow laughed, then they were hugging and jumping up and down together.

  “It’s so beautiful,” Marina said, grabbing her sister’s hand and studying the impressive cushion-cut stone surrounded by baguettes. “When did this happen? You didn’t say anything. How could you not blab the second you saw me?”

  “It was hard,” Willow admitted. “But I wanted a great reaction and you gave me one.” She stared down at the ring. “As to the when, it was just last night. Kane and I had talked about getting married before, when he came to his senses and realized he loved me. But between then and now there hasn’t been a word. I was willing to give him time to get used to the idea of just being in a serious relationship.”

  They moved into the living room and fell onto the sofa. Marina smiled at Willow’s happy expression.

  “Who would have thought that the strong silent type would turn out to be such a great guy,” she said, thrilled that Kane had been the one in a million Willow deserved.

  Her sister sighed. “I know. It’s a miracle. He’s incredible. Last night we were having dinner together. It was really romantic and there was music and suddenly he was on one knee and holding out the ring and saying he wanted to marry me and be with me forever.” Tears filled her eyes. “I never thought my life could be so wonderful.”

  Marina hugged her again. “I’m happy for you. Beyond happy. Delighted. Giddy. There are other words I can’t think of right now.”

  “I’m happy, too,” Willow said.

  Marina leaned against the cushion. “Two of my sisters getting married. I’ll be the old maid aunt, a favorite of the children, but you adults will worry that I’m slowly slipping into madness.”