Colorado Billionaires Boxed Set (The Wedding Wager, The Wedding Hazard, The Wedding Venture)

by Regina Duke

  Megan stood up. “Speaking of Zach, I need to talk to him about something.”

  Kevin stood as well. “And mom, could I have a word?” He ruffled Karla’s hair. “Yuck. Your hair is hard!”

  “It’s called hairspray, brother. I’m fourteen, remember?”

  Kevin smiled at her, and followed his mother out of the room.

  Megan hurried off to find Zach.

  Kevin pulled his mother aside at the end of the corridor. “I just wanted to suggest that you be careful when dad and Zach are both around.”

  Krystal looked puzzled. “I am always careful when your father’s around. But Zach would never hurt me.”

  Kevin rubbed his hands on his jeans. “Megan saw you and Zach together on the porch yesterday. Five minutes you were out there. When you left, she said it was obvious you were in love.”

  Krystal looked impressed. “She’s very astute.”

  “Mom? You mean she’s right?! Aren’t you worried about dad’s reaction?”

  “Oh, Kevin. You’re still so young in so many ways. Your father knew I was in love with Zach from the very beginning.”

  CHAPTER FORTY-ONE

  Thursday, June 28

  The morning dawned bright and fresh. The heat wouldn’t conquer the day until ten or later. Megan bounced downstairs to the kitchen. Just as she’d hoped, Keegan was spreading peanut butter on a thick slice of toasted homemade bread.

  Cookie smiled at Megan and poured her a cup of coffee.

  “Good morning, Keegan,” said Megan, as if she could care less that he was at the table with her.

  “Hi.” Keegan held his toast in one hand and punched at the screen of his iPad game with the other. It was propped against his new toy dump truck.

  Megan gave him points for combining his two favorite pastimes.

  “You got peanut butter on your screen.”

  “Wipes off,” said Keegan.

  Megan spread butter on a slice of toast. “You need help cleaning your fingers. I have just the thing.”

  Keegan shot her a glance. “You’re crazy.” Then remembering the gifts she’d given him, he added, “Super nice, but crazy.”

  “I know. But aren’t you curious?”

  “Nope.” He shoved toast in his mouth. Now he had peanut butter on both cheeks.

  “That’s perfect! Whatever you do, don’t wipe that off.”

  Keegan pulled his face away from the iPad and gawked at her. “Does Krystal know you’re telling me not to wipe my face?”

  Megan leaned in close and whispered, “I have a secret weapon. Want to see?”

  Keegan nodded.

  “You have to finish your breakfast first. But try to get more peanut butter on your fingers, okay?”

  Keegan turned to Cookie, his little face a question mark.

  Cookie turned her hands over, as if to say, ‘I don’t have a clue.’ She brought him a glass of milk.

  Keegan lifted it with both hands. Now there were peanut butter smears on the glass.

  Megan sipped her coffee, trying not to laugh. She had his attention.

  Keegan crammed another big bite into his mouth and tried to talk around it.

  Megan put a hand to her ear. “Did you hear something? Sounds like a transmission from outer space. Cookie? Did you hear it?”

  Cookie drawled, “Sounds like Martians to me, too.”

  Keegan washed his toast down with more milk. Then he enunciated, “I said, this better be good.”

  “Good?” said Megan. “Just good? Oh, no, Keegan Wake—sorry, Keegan Fineman Wake—this is way better than good.”

  “I’m ready.” Keegan reached for the dish towel Cookie had given him to wipe his face and hands on.

  “Don’t wipe,” Megan reminded him. “We can’t use the secret weapon if you wipe off all the peanut butter.”

  “Oh, right.” He glanced over his shoulder to make sure Cookie wasn’t looking. Then he plunged a finger in the peanut butter jar and smeared a glob across his chin. “I’m ready.”

  Megan couldn’t help but laugh. She quickly cleared her throat and tried to sound serious. “All right, then. Let’s go.”

  She led the way out of the kitchen through the back door. Keegan followed.

  Megan marched across the grassy yard that surrounded the house, past the sandy horseshoe pit where Keegan’s new toys lay scattered, and through the chain link gate. Keegan followed.

  Megan headed for the large workshop where the business offices were located.

  Keegan frowned. “Krystal told me never to go in there. She said those people are busy running the ranch.”

  “That’s true, but I think it’s okay if you have an escort.”

  “What’s an escort?”

  “You know, a grownup going in with you.”

  “Oh. Got it.”

  Megan entered the building and held the door for Keegan so he wouldn’t have to touch it with his peanut butter fingers.

  Keegan seemed surprised that he recognized the people they passed. “Hey, that’s Garcia! Hi, Mister Garcia! Hi, Zach. You have your own room in here?”

  Zach grinned at Keegan. “This is my office.”

  “Dad’s office is in a skyscraper. And it doesn’t have cement floors.”

  Zach rubbed his chin. “Hmmm. Well, we don’t have many skyscrapers around here. This will have to do, I guess. Where you headed?”

  Megan tipped her head to one side. “I told Keegan I had a secret weapon for cleaning peanut butter off his face and hands.”

  Zach’s eyes twinkled. “Oh, yeah. Clear to the end and to the right.”

  “Thanks. Come on, Keegan.”

  “Does Zach know about this machine?”

  “I never said it was a machine,” said Megan innocently. “Here we are. Come on in.”

  She stepped into a cool, quiet room. Instead of furniture, there was a long piece of plywood stretching from wall to wall, separating the back of the room from the door. A large yellow Lab reclined on a dog bed in the corner with two healthy pups frolicking around her.

  “That’s Buttercup!” Keegan’s eyes grew large. “Buttercup had puppies!” He clambered over the low wall and fell to his knees. One black pup and one yellow pup leaped up to lick the peanut butter off his chin.

  Keegan giggled with delight. “Look! They’re cleaning my fingers, too!”

  “I told you I had a secret weapon. Aren’t they cool?”

  “They’re kind of big for babies,” said Keegan, between giggles.

  “Labs are big dogs. They’re three months old. Just right for leaving their mother.”

  Keegan looked horrified. “Where are they going?”

  “Not far,” said Megan. “Just from here to the main house.”

  “Really? They’re going to live in the main house?”

  “Sure. My dog is going to sleep in my room and watch TV with me and eat in the kitchen.”

  “Oh.” Keegan drooped. “You get one of the puppies?”

  “Yes, I do,” said Megan. She joined him inside the enclosure and lowered herself carefully to the sawdust that covered the dirt floor. The puppies alternated between Keegan and Megan, leaping and grabbing at hands and clothing.

  “What’s going to happen to the other puppy?” asked Keegan, bleakly.

  “Well, that depends on you.”

  “Me?!”

  “Yes. Do you think you can spare the time from your iPad to take care of a puppy?”

  Keegan squealed with delight. The puppies began to bark. “Yes! Yes! I get a puppy! I get a puppy!”

  Megan laughed. “What are we going to name them?”

  Keegan held up his partially cleaned hands. “Peanut Butter!”

  “You can’t name them both Peanut Butter.”

  Keegan pulled the black pup into an embrace. “Chunky!” he cried. “Mine is named Chunky Peanut Butter.”

  Megan smiled and cuddled the yellow pup. “And mine is named Creamy. How’s that?”

  Keegan’s eyes were bright with
tears of joy. “That’s perfect,” he said, burying his face in Chunky’s black fur.

  “I agree,” said Megan, planting a kiss on Creamy’s muzzle. “Absolutely perfect.”

  CHAPTER FORTY-TWO

  Half an hour later, both pups were frolicking with Keegan on the fenced lawn. Buttercup followed them to the grass and promptly fell asleep under a tree. Zach stood grinning at the sight, thumbs hooked in his belt.

  “They’ll need collars and leashes,” said Megan. “Do you think I can get a ride into town?”

  Zach pulled out a ring of keys. “Take my truck.”

  “The one Kevin learned to drive in? I’m sure I couldn’t handle that one.”

  Zach laughed. “No, that’s an old ranch truck. Mine is over yonder, the blue Ford.”

  Megan’s innards soured with fear, but she took a deep breath and accepted the keys. “Thanks. I’ll be careful.”

  Megan stepped into the house to let Cookie know where she was headed. “I’m not sure where Kevin is. If he asks, let him know, okay?”

  “Will do. He’s in a meeting with his mother, by the way. The Fineman legal team has arrived.” Cookie rolled her eyes.

  “Good grief,” said Megan. “Do you and Zach have legal teams, too?”

  “Nope. We’re just plain old working folk.”

  Megan smiled. “Just like me! I’ll be back soon.” She headed for Zach’s truck.

  Before she drove fifteen feet, Karla came running out of the house.

  “Wait! Wait!”

  Megan stopped. “Hi, Karla. What’s up?”

  “Take me with you, please! I want to get some magazines.”

  “Sure. Get in.”

  Karla climbed into the cab. Her long nails were still painted black, and her clothes were onyx and charcoal, but her face was scrubbed clean. She pulled a small white lens container out of her pocket and popped her yellow lenses out of her eyes. She turned a smiling face to Megan.

  “You have the same hazel eyes as your brother! I knew you would,” said Megan. “Hey, where do you get those yellow ones, anyway? I saw them for sale once in San Francisco, but nowhere else. What’s your secret?”

  “Promise not to tell?”

  “Cross my heart.” Megan pulled out onto the two-lane highway.

  “A few months ago my parents were freaking out because they kept searching my room and couldn’t find my supply. And they couldn’t figure out how I was getting them or anything.”

  “I heard about that,” said Megan.

  “I send money to one of my friends at school through PayPal. She buys the lenses and ships them to me in a big bottle of vitamin C. They moved that vitamin bottle a dozen times when they searched my room, but they never once opened it to look inside.”

  Megan laughed. “That is so clever! Hey, are they one-size-fits-all?”

  “Yes.”

  “Do you think I could wear a pair for the photo session?”

  Karla squealed with delight. “That would be totally awesome!”

  Megan grinned. The ride into town was so full of conversation, she didn’t have time to be nervous, not even when a large cattle truck barreled down the highway in the opposite direction.

  Eagle’s Toe was small enough to have slanted parking spaces along the main street but big enough to have a selection of shops and a couple of nice hotels to appeal to the tourists looking for antiques or a quiet meal or a few days of peace and quiet. Megan pulled into a parking spot in front of a bookstore.

  “I’ll be in here,” said Karla. “The Feed and Grain Store makes me sneeze. It’s just up this street two blocks and one block over.”

  “I’ll walk it,” said Megan. “I’ll meet you back here in thirty minutes. Can you entertain yourself for that long?”

  “In a bookstore? Give me a break. I could live in there.”

  Megan grinned. “Save a few for me.”

  The Feed and Grain Store had everything a rancher might need, including a splendid selection of leashes and collars. Megan pulled out the measuring tape she’d marked with the puppies’ neck size and began double-checking collar lengths against it. She chose four, two rolled leather collars and two martingales for better control during walks. They looked puppy friendly and the salesperson showed her how the collars wouldn’t tighten on their necks. The chain portion merely pulled the cloth collar closed so the puppy couldn’t squirm out of it in a dangerous or exciting situation. She also picked out two leashes.

  As the cashier rang up her purchases, a Cadillac pulled into a parking space in front. The sun gleaming off the car’s grille sent patterns of light skittering across the wall, like a little devil dancing a jig.

  Megan took her plastic bag and headed for the door.

  Blocking her path was Douglas Wake.

  Megan pulled herself inward, but stood her ground. “Excuse me,” she said coldly. “I’m leaving.”

  Wake hesitated, then stepped aside and waved her through. “May I have a word?”

  Megan kept walking. Wake strode beside her.

  “I realize you saw me at my worst out at the house,” he said, calmly. “I apologize. My rude manners had nothing to do with you, and yet I took out my frustrations by yelling. Sometimes its a curse, being a man. I was born with a big voice, and it gets out of control.”

  Megan wasn’t sure what to make of Wake’s change in attitude. She offered a noncommittal, “Okay,” and kept walking.

  “May we sit for a moment and chat? I realize that after Friday, you will be my daughter-in-law, and I don’t want you thinking your father-in-law is a monster.”

  Megan wavered. He seemed sincere. Maybe he was really extending an olive branch. After all, even though he didn’t know it yet, they were already related by marriage.

  Or did he know?

  No better time to find out. Megan stopped abruptly and sat down on a quaint bench outside an ice cream shop.

  Wake looked pleased. “Can I buy you a cone?”

  “No, thank you. I’m on a schedule. Please say what you have to say and I’ll be going.”

  Wake sat at the other end of the bench.

  They were still too close for Megan’s comfort, but she reminded herself that they were in public, and after all, this was not her fly-off-the-handle father who used to embarrass her publicly. Wake was a businessman and should know how to control his public image.

  “I just wanted to let you know,” he began, like a father offering a daughter advice, “that Kevin is a fine young man. He’ll make a wonderful husband.”

  “That’s good to hear.” Megan let her guard down a bit.

  “And if I had picked a bride for him myself, she couldn’t be any prettier than you.”

  Megan looked away and rolled her eyes, but she leaned back on the bench and said, “Thanks.”

  “I do want you to come into this marriage with your eyes open,” he continued, with oily assurance. “And that’s why it’s important for you to know that Kevin doesn’t have a dime in his own name. I know he promised to pay off your medical bills—”

  Megan shot up off the bench. “How did you—?”

  “Now, now, I’m a businessman.” He continued in the same calm vein. “Surely, Kevin told you I have my spies.”

  Megan’s heart was pounding, but she forced herself to sit back down on the edge of the bench. “Was that your man in Tahoe with the binoculars?”

  “Yes. Not a very adept employee, but he has his uses.”

  Megan’s eyes darted back and forth. “How did he find us?”

  “Well, tracing the credit card purchase of the airplane tickets was easy enough. My spy in Seattle told me about the trip to Reno. My man there floundered a bit when you rented the car. Wasted valuable time trying to decide what to do. Finally called me and I told him to grease a few palms behind the rental car desk, and sure enough, those cars are equipped with GPS locating devices. For the right price, the clerk told him you were at Lake Tahoe. Gave him the exact location.”

  The man’s calm
demeanor was even more maddening than his rage of the night before.

  “I know about your prenup. I know about Kevin’s search for a bride and his clever but misguided attempt to get around the requirements of the trust. And frankly, I admire him for that. He’s more like me than I ever suspected. He’s got a true sense for business. Devious, like his old man. A chip off the old block. I couldn’t be happier. Too bad it won’t work. You see, it’s not a marriage based on love. It’s a last minute maneuver to acquire control of his mother’s family money. And it won’t work. I have my legal team all over it. So I just thought you should be aware, from the start, that you’re marrying a fine young man, a man clever enough to take you in and make you think he really cares about you.”

  “He does really care about me!”

  Wake chuckled darkly. “That’s the best part. He fooled you just like I fooled his mother and his grandfather. Well, mostly his grandfather. That old coot wanted Krystal to marry a man with ambition, a man of business. It wasn’t too hard to convince an impressionable young girl that I was madly in love with her. She was a lot like you. And Kevin is as good an actor as I was. But your motivation was money, so it’s important that you know that he’s as poor as you are. With that in mind, you might want to be thinking about how you’re going to start paying off those bills.”

  Megan’s stomach churned. The man was like a cobra, using his tone to lull her while his words dripped with venom. She clutched her plastic bag until her knuckles turned white. She stood up to leave.

  “Oh, before you go, one more thing.” With that line, his voice changed, and the implied threat was delivered with a cruel modulation. “I’ve already reported you delinquent to colleagues at three different credit agencies. Called in a few favors, as it were. The phone calls and debt letters will start arriving soon.”

  “Get away from me!” Megan’s tone and volume attracted the attention of a number of shoppers who stared as she ran off down the sidewalk.

  She glanced back over her shoulder, to make sure Wake wasn’t following her. He was just sitting there, smiling smugly.

  CHAPTER FORTY-THREE