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Pregnant at the Wedding / Baby Business: Pregnant at the Wedding
Katherine Garbera

Sara Orwig


Pregnant at the Wedding Sara OrwigPregnant after their one unforgettable night together, Ashley Smith told Ryan Warner she was carrying his child. With the passion so intense between them, dare Ryan take a chance on the woman about to give him his billion-dollar heir?Baby Business Katherine Garbera Billionaire Donovan Tolley had it all – money, brains and sex appeal. But he craved Cassidy Franzone, back in his bed. He had to marry and Cassidy was the woman he wanted. But when he found his runaway lover, she was nine months pregnant!









Pregnant at the Wedding by Sara Orwig










“You’re pregnant,” Ryan declared, thinking it was impossible – knowing it wasn’t.



When Ashley gasped, he knew he was right.



“This doesn’t concern you,” she told him.



“Who’s the father?” he asked, his voice cold and harsh.



“I’m not telling you.”



He stepped closer to her. “You know I can find out. I have enough money to get any information I want.”



Suddenly she looked frightened. Stunned, he could only stare at her. “There isn’t another man, is there?” he asked.



Ashley was going to have a baby. His baby…



Baby Business by Katherine Garbera










A baby in the office!



Donovan carried baby Van in his car seat into the boardroom and set the baby on the table. The women cooed over him while the men stood awkwardly to one side.



“Never saw you as the type who’d bring a kid to work,” said Marcus, one of his managers.



Donovan hadn’t either. He still wasn’t one hundred per cent certain of himself as a father.



“Let’s start the meeting. I’m not sure how long Van will sleep.” He moved Van to the side so he was close enough for Donovan to see him but far enough away so that the meeting wouldn’t disturb the baby.



“Yes, sir.”



He brought the meeting to order, but his mind was only half on business. The other half was on Van…and Cass. He wanted her. As he watched their son sleeping, he realised that his life had changed, whether he was ready to admit it or not.





Pregnant at the Wedding


SARA ORWIG




Baby Business


KATHERINE GARBERA




www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)




PREGNANT AT THE WEDDING


by

Sara Orwig


SARA ORWIG



lives in Oklahoma. She has a patient husband, who will take her on research trips anywhere, from big cities to old forts. She is an avid collector of Western history books. With a master’s degree in English, Sara has written historical romance, mainstream fiction and contemporary romance. Books are beloved treasures that take Sara to magical worlds, and she loves both reading and writing them.



Dear Reader,



The story posed an interesting question to me: what happens when a man who is accustomed to getting what he wants clashes with a beautiful woman, who has her own ideas about how she will live her life? It’s a juicy dilemma when these two battle it out, even while bonding in a fiery attraction that escalates every second they are together.



Does love have a chance to bloom under such conditions? When two strong wills clash, how can there be a happy ending?



It was exciting to write about a woman whose heart would not melt over a handsome millionaire who was determined to be part of her life. Sparks fly with Ryan and Ashley, starting fires that burn away old notions and change both their lives.



I hope, dear reader, that you enjoy meeting Ryan and Ashley and following their rocky journey to love.



Sara Orwig


With thanks to MJ for some fabulous moments,

plus so many other reasons, and thanks to

Demetria, who has a multitude of ideas. Special

thanks to my chums, Hannah Ellen, Rachel,

Elisabeth, Colin and Cameron, for joy.


One

What was he doing here? The moment Ashley Smith dreaded, dreamed about, worried over for months and then convinced herself wouldn’t occur had finally happened.

As the bride and groom circled the floor for their first dance at an exclusive Dallas country club, Ashley’s satisfaction over the smoothly flowing wedding reception vanished. Beyond the newly married couple, standing in the crowd of guests, was tall, black-haired Ryan Warner. The Ryan Warner, millionaire owner of the Warner hotel chain. The man she’d had a wild, passionate weekend with almost four months ago.

As the past assaulted Ashley, her head swam. Her first instinct was to run, but as the wedding planner, she had to stay to see that all the events flowed smoothly.

Even while dread filled her, she still thought that Ryan was the most handsome man she had ever known.

Her heart thudded when she remembered his mouth on hers.

Staring at Ryan, she would never understand what had overcome her that weekend—except his sexy appeal and spellbinding charm. Never before in her life had she cut loose like that. Hot kisses, magical hands, irresistible seduction—memories of Ryan flashed in her mind. She recalled his take-charge manner and his fascinating charisma. After they’d made love, she’d been stunned and embarrassed by her actions.

Now here he was, just yards away across the ballroom, with a drink in his hand. Women smiled at him while he watched the bride and groom dance. Suddenly, Ashley was conscious of herself in her pale yellow linen suit, yellow silk blouse and matching pumps. She smoothed her skirt and tucked a stray strand of her blond hair in place.

She hadn’t seen Ryan’s name on the guest list. If she had known he would be here, she would have given the job to her assistant today. Ryan Warner was the last person on earth she wanted to encounter. So far, he hadn’t seen her and she hoped to keep it that way.

If at all possible, she hoped to avoid him. She did not want to renew her acquaintance with him. At least, not until she was ready to deal with him. Though he didn’t know it, he was involved in the enormous secret she kept from her family.

Her gaze drifted over the crowd again. At four inches over six feet tall, Ryan was easy to find. He was dancing now, with a gorgeous brunette, and to Ashley’s relief, he seemed focused on his partner. Ashley prayed he had arrived with the woman and would soon leave with her.

Ashley melted into the crowd, glancing occasionally at Ryan while she moved around the room. Reassured the reception was progressing smoothly, she checked that the waiters picked up empty glasses, serving dishes were filled and guests seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Ashley had another brief surge of reassurance that the wedding and reception were going off without a hitch as she made her way toward the newly married couple. Emily and Jake Thorne looked radiant, both glowing, with constant smiles. She thought they looked the perfect couple together—a beautiful, brown-haired bride with her tall, black-haired, handsome husband. During the early stages of planning the elaborate wedding and reception, Emily had confided in Ashley that her union with Jake was a marriage of convenience. Ashley had soothed her client’s jitters and doubts, and now gave herself a mental pat on the back for helping to make this day great for them and a time to remember the rest of their lives.

Finally, it was time to cut the cake, and the second the next dance stopped, Ashley approached the bride. “Cakecutting time,” she stated. “I have the photographer ready and waiting.”

“Thanks, Ashley. This is wonderful!” Emily gushed.

“I’m glad. By the way, I don’t recall Ryan Warner’s name on the guest list,” she added casually.

Emily shrugged. “Ryan and Jake and our best man, Nick Colton, are the closest of friends. They all grew up together. Ryan was in Europe and tied up in business and said he couldn’t make the wedding, but then he surprised us this morning, and here he is. Do you know—”

“There’s the photographer,” Ashley interrupted, having another rush of apprehension. “Go get some great pictures!” She hurried away, relieved that soon all eyes would be on the bride and groom.

Certain nothing would go wrong with the photographer and that cutting the cake would be uneventful, Ashley rushed to the powder room to get herself together. Jake still had to throw Emily’s garter and she had to toss her bouquet, but little by little, they were getting through the reception. It would be over soon, but not soon enough.

When Ashley rejoined the crowd, the band still played and couples danced. She didn’t see Ryan and, praying he had left the reception, she hurried to check on the tables of food. She was looking at the swan ice sculpture on the center table when a hand wrapped lightly around her wrist.

“Well, hello,” said a deep voice, and her heart missed a beat.

She turned to look into curious green eyes, eyes fringed with thick black lashes beneath a head of wavy black hair. Eyes as green as a meadow and sexy enough to make her pulse jump. It was those unforgettable eyes that could wreak havoc with her insides.

“What are you doing here?” he asked. “Do you know Emily and Jake?”

“Yes, I do. It’s nice to see you,” she said, intending to escape, aware he still was holding her wrist lightly. With his hand there, he might be able to feel her racing pulse.

“Let’s dance,” Ryan said, drawing her the few steps toward the dance floor. Dressed in a navy suit and white shirt, he stood out in the crowd of other well-dressed men. She suspected that it was due to an aura of self-assurance and his commanding manner.

“I can’t dance today. I’m the wedding planner and I’m working.”

“I knew you were a wedding planner. It didn’t occur to me that you might be hired to do this wedding.”

“When I’m working, I don’t dance,” she said, pulling back slightly as they walked a few more steps to the dance floor. She didn’t want to make a scene, yet she knew she had to get away from him.

“Nonsense,” he said, smiling at her and taking her into his arms.

Even though she hoped to escape, she couldn’t keep from noticing his firm jaw, prominent cheekbones, straight nose and broad shoulders. She remembered the last with absolute clarity—shoulders that were muscled, and a chest that was rock hard. She recalled everything about him in detail. As her face flushed, a mixture of emotions battled in her.

She had to get him out of her life, and the sooner, the better. Memories of his kisses taunted her as her gaze drifted over his features. When his attention lowered to her mouth, her breath caught.

“You ran out on me,” he said, steadily watching her.

“Yes, well, that weekend was a mistake I’ve regretted terribly.”

“Ouch! You didn’t seem so unhappy at the time,” he said, studying her.

“It was uncharacteristic for me. I’ve never…never let go like that. Frankly, I’m working, and I’d rather not discuss it,” she said, wishing her voice was firmer, too aware of each time their legs brushed.

“You look as beautiful as I remember,” he said in his deep voice, and she grew warmer, pleased in spite of her concerns.

“How many women have you said that to recently?” she asked. “Look, I need—”

“No, you don’t. The reception is going great and the bride and groom are having a blast. Relax and enjoy a dance with me. Uncharacteristic or not, why did you run out like that?”

“I just told you the reason. I meant it.”

“Then you had a big change of heart, because for forty-eight hours, we got along great. The best,” he said in a deeper voice, and she knew he was remembering when they had made love.

“That’s over,” she said. Ashley wondered where the firmness in her voice had gone and why he had such a potent effect on her.

“You don’t say,” he murmured. “I hunted for you, but there wasn’t any A. Smith, wedding planner listed in the phone book.”

“I don’t have a landline,” she said, thinking how civilized they were behaving. At the same time, she was torn between wanting to kiss him and wanting to run from him.

“And here my buddy Jake hired you and has been working with you.”

“Actually, I’ve worked more with Emily.”

“Maybe, but Jake knew about you. It never occurred to me to ask him about his wedding planner. I’m not into weddings much.”

“You made that clear at the time,”

He grinned. “At least you haven’t forgotten me.”

“That’s impossible,” she snapped, and one of his dark eyebrows arched in question.

“Why do I get the feeling that there is something wrong here?” he asked her with an intense scrutiny that worried her.

“Because something is the matter. I told you that I’m working. I shouldn’t be dancing.”

“I don’t think that’s it,” he said, and she looked away, thinking he was far too perceptive. His arm tightened around her waist, drawing her closer.

She was acutely conscious of their physical contact, her hand in his warm hand, her other hand on his shoulder while they moved together. She looked up at him, hating that each time she gazed into his eyes, her heartbeat quickened.

“Look, that weekend we had is over.” He spun her around and danced her into a corner. “I’ve moved on with my life,” she added.

“I don’t usually strike out like this,” he said, still studying her. “I want to talk to you,” he stated in a low voice, drawing her nearer to him.

“Look, I need—”

“I thought we both had a great time. I got the impression that you were as happy with the situation as I was.”

“I told you, I sort of lost myself that weekend,” she said, as she wriggled away from him, taking a step back to put more distance between them. Even still, he was too close. His mouth was only inches from hers. Half of her wanted to stand on tiptoe and kiss him, and the other half wanted to break and run. The sensible half needed to get away, and she tried to concentrate on doing that as quickly as possible. What was it about him that scrambled her cool logic so badly?

“I thought our time together was fantastic, and I’ve missed you and searched for you,” he insisted in a thicker voice that turned her insides to jelly.

“I’m sorry,” she replied, remembering her reasons for wanting to avoid him, determined to end the conversation. “I may have ruffled your ego, but I’ve seen pictures of you—just recently with a gorgeous redhead on your arm. You haven’t been pining away, without me. It’s over. You may not be accustomed to hearing that, but get it through your head.”

“You’re saying it’s over,” he replied, “but what’s wrong with renewing our acquaintance?” He took her wrist once more, and she knew he could feel her revealing heartbeat.

“If that makes you happy, I’ll admit that I physically respond to you. But I have a job to do now.”

“This is a big puzzle,” he said, moving nearer again and wrapping his arm around her waist. Her gaze lowered to his full and sensual lips, and she remembered his fantastic kisses.

“I can see from your big blue eyes that you haven’t forgotten that weekend. I don’t think you regret it as much as you’re saying,” he added softly.

“Oh, yes, I do!” she whispered, knowing she should walk away from him. But she simply stood there, mesmerized by his intense gaze. He was looking at her as if she were the only woman on earth.

“Okay, you’re working now. When this is over, go to dinner with me and let’s talk. Surely you can give me that much of your time,” he said with a faint smile.

Ashley paused, unable to tell him a lie, yet wanting to.

“There,” he said, as if she’d already agreed. “If I thought I was being intrusive and you couldn’t stand me, I wouldn’t insist, but you’re as breathless as I am.” His rich, deep voice was as tangible as a caress. “If nothing else, let’s go to dinner and see what happens.”

“Nothing will occur.”

His eyebrow arched wickedly. “You don’t know that for sure. Let my imagination have its own good time. When are you through working this reception?”

“When the bride and groom leave. My assistant is here, and the cleanup crew are experienced and know what to do.”

“Great! So you’ll go with me then.”

“I don’t see any point—”

“There’s a definite point,” he said. “It makes me incredibly happy. You won’t shatter my ego—”

She received a wide grin from him that tempted her to respond. “That’s impossible.”

“Ah, I think I see a glimmer of a smile,” he said, leaning down to peer at her.

“Now you’ve gotten your way,” she replied.

“Only about dinner,” he said. “There’s a whole lot more I want.”

Ashley drew a deep breath. The way he pulled on her senses was irresistible, magnetic. She had no control over how her body responded. She couldn’t understand her own reactions. He was so unreservedly autocratic, yet at the same time charismatic…

“I need to return to work.”

“You do recall our weekend together?” he asked softly. “It was one of the best I ever had.”

“It was a long time ago,” she said stiffly. “I’m going back to work.” She turned toward the dance floor and he hurried after her, holding her arm as they joined the other guests.

“I need to see about the bride,” she told him.

“I’ll find you when they leave.”

“Fine. I’ll be around,” she said.

“You sound as if I’m going to haul you to jail instead of take you to dinner,” he added lightly. Yet he gazed at her intently, and she could see the curiosity in his expression.

She realized the more she tried to get rid of him, the more interested he became. “I think you’re unaccustomed to hearing no.”

“I have to admit that I’m curious why. We can talk about it later. Go do what you have to do now.”

“I see you two know each other,” Nick Colton said, joining them and turning to Ashley. “And I saw you dancing with Ryan. Now I’d like a turn.” He moved forward to place himself between the pair.

Just as she was about to decline, Ryan moved closer, putting a possessive arm around her shoulder. “We’re very old and good friends. Ashley really can’t dance while she’s on the job. You’re out of luck this time.”

It was on the tip of her tongue to object when Emily touched her arm. “Please excuse me, both of you,” Ashley said, turning to the bride and wishing she had avoided letting Ryan talk her into a dinner date.

“The photographer is asking about me tossing my bouquet,” Emily said.

“It’s time, and you rescued me from dancing when I have other things to do. Ryan doesn’t take refusal well.”

An hour later, Emily told Ashley that she and Jake would be leaving soon. Ashley asked her brown-haired assistant, Jenna Fremont, to take over. Then Ashley left, wondering if she was making a huge mistake.

Another first caused by Ryan. She had never run from someone before, and she felt terrible one minute and relieved the next. If he really wanted to see her, he knew how to find her now. But she suspected another quick departure from her would turn him off for good. Men like Ryan did not chase after women who didn’t want to see them. They were probably accustomed to females chasing after them.

At her duplex apartment in a gated area, Ashley spent the evening thinking about Ryan. She couldn’t get him out of her thoughts, and in some ways, she was disappointed she wasn’t with him.

She remembered with clarity the excitement she’d had with him, as well as the reasons she had wanted to get away from him.

Early that Sunday morning when they had been together, Ashley had awakened to find him missing. She’d wrapped herself in a towel and gone looking for him, stopping in her tracks when she heard low voices. He’d been arguing with a woman.

Ashley had known he was a millionaire playboy, so she shouldn’t have been surprised by the presence of a woman.

But suddenly, she realized just how stupid she was in giving herself to him completely that wild weekend. Dressing swiftly, she’d gathered her things. While he still talked, she had slipped out a back door, getting away from his condo as quickly as possible and into the taxi she’d called from her cell phone. They hadn’t had contact since then—until today.

Finding it difficult to get to sleep now, she tossed and turned. When she finally did doze, she dreamed of Ryan and being in his arms again.

The next day, while she tried to do chores she had put off in the last hectic days of getting ready for the Carlisle-Thorne marriage, she couldn’t shake him out of her thoughts.

No matter what she did, Ryan was there in her mind.

They had nothing in common. She was a farm girl who’d come to the city and gotten a job. She was sending some of her paycheck home to help her family, because of her father’s poor health and financial troubles from a flood last year. Her brother had given up his college education to work on the farm full-time, too. Ryan’s world was light-years away from hers. He was a multimillionaire, a self-made man who moved in international circles. He usually had a beautiful socialite with him and lived a jet-set life.

She was amazed he’d even noticed her when they’d met at a party, yet she had fallen into his arms and into his bed with complete abandon. So why wouldn’t he have had a pleasurable weekend that he wanted to prolong?

Recalling the large party, for a charity event at a Dallas country club, she remembered how a waiter had slipped while carrying a tray filled with glasses of champagne. Strong arms had caught her to pull her out of the way, and she’d looked up into Ryan’s green eyes and been captivated. The attraction was hot, instant and intense. They’d made introductions. They had flirted, talked, and he had charmed her. Eventually she’d told the friends she had come with to leave without her because Ryan would take her home. They had gone to his condo, and in another hour, she had been in his arms, and later, in his bed. She had given her body to him intimately, had explored his and shared her life, even telling him what desperate financial straits her family was in, and how she was helping them. Why had she been so free and open in every possible way with Ryan? He had seduced her and won her total trust.

Disgusted with herself, she tried to stop thinking about him now, finally getting out her bank statements and checking her entries and withdrawals for her business that month. She wrote her regular monthly check to her father, which included every penny she could spare.

When she finished, she spent another restless night, before going to work Monday morning.

Ashley tried to immerse herself in business, meeting a client, setting up appointments, talking to a caterer and a florist. Her day passed, but she constantly became distracted, lost her train of thought and realized she was staring into space, remembering Ryan.

She hadn’t seen or heard anything from him since Saturday at the reception, and she decided he’d moved on with his life and she’d seen the last of him. It was for the best.

When it was almost closing time, she walked through her office and headed for the front to ask Carlotta, her receptionist, about an appointment. Carlotta was momentarily on the phone, and Ashley moved away from the desk to wait for her to finish her call. When she glanced out the front window, she saw a black sports car whip into a parking space. The door swung open and Ryan stepped out.

Ashley’s insides clenched. Dressed in navy slacks, a white shirt and navy tie, he was as handsome as ever. Wind blew locks of his black hair away from his forehead, and his long-legged stride revealed confidence and purpose.

Ashley knew she didn’t want a confrontation with Ryan with an audience, so she hurried to the door and stepped outside. She was oblivious to the bright sunshine, the sweet scents of blossoming fruit trees, the enticing splash of the nearby fountain. She focused totally on the determined male striding toward her. Squaring her shoulders, she walked to meet him, knowing she had to convince him that she’d meant what she’d said to him at the wedding.

She had to send him packing. How difficult it would be! Every square inch of her wanted to be in his arms. She wanted his kisses, and as she watched him striding toward her, she struggled with her inclination to hurry and meet him and do whatever he wanted.

Except she knew she could do no such thing, and as she faced him, she could already feel the clash of wills. Someday, she knew she would have to tell him the truth, but not this soon. Now, she wanted life on her own terms, and she didn’t want someone forceful like Ryan meddling in her decisions.

She clenched her fists, reminding herself to stay firm with him. He must not find out the truth so soon. She was carrying his baby from that wild weekend of lust, and she wanted to deal with this secret herself as long as she possibly could.

She stepped forward to meet him, folding her arms across her middle, standing with her feet slightly spread, as if ready for a confrontation. “Why are you here?”


Two

Ryan’s green eyes danced with amusement. “Hi, to you, too.” Even though he smiled and his voice was cheerful, he watched her intently.

“Ryan, I told you that I don’t want to see you.”

“So you did, but then you turned right around and promised you’d go to dinner with me,” he said. “And I do recall your racing pulse when we were together. There’s a conflict between what you say and how you say it. And a few other things.”

“I’m trying to do the sensible thing here,” she said, conscious that they were probably drawing the attention of her employees. “I’ve done the nonsense thing with you, now I’m doing otherwise.”

“Maybe. By the way, you look as gorgeous as ever,” he murmured, studying her and then meeting her gaze. “Whenever I see you, you look great. Luscious,” he added softly.

“Thank you,” she replied solemnly. His compliments warmed her, and she wanted to smile in return, but didn’t. “I’m in the middle of work.”

“I called this morning and your receptionist said you’re through at five today. I think that’s in ten minutes. I came by because I still intend to take you to dinner. You said you’d go out with me, so you owe me one. Ashley, if I thought you truly didn’t like having me around, I’d be gone.” He reached out to touch her wrist lightly with his forefinger with feathery strokes that sent tingles radiating through her. “Actually,” he said, his voice dropping and getting the husky note that made her sizzle, “I’m looking for the woman who spent the weekend with me.”

“I think I lost my mind that weekend.”

“Let’s talk about it during dinner.” He glanced over her shoulder. “May I see your office?”

As her mind raced for an answer, she hesitated, and he smiled. “Good.” He draped his arm across her shoulders. “Show me around and then I’ll take you to eat and we can talk.”

While her mind wrestled with what she should have said and what she could say, she walked with him, but most of her attention was on his arm across her shoulders and his side brushing against hers. She had to get rid of him. He was way too take-charge, and she didn’t want him discovering that she was pregnant. She loathed the prospect of pity. She didn’t want a dutiful proposal. Even more unwanted would be Ryan making decisions about her and her baby. Most frightening of all, she didn’t want him to use his millions to try to take her baby away from her.

From the first moment in the doctor’s office, when she had almost fainted at the news, she had wrestled with how to deal with Ryan over the matter.

He had used condoms, but the doctor had told her they weren’t a hundred percent foolproof. So on a wild weekend that was a once in a lifetime fling for her, she had gotten pregnant by a man she barely knew. As she walked beside him, she rubbed her forehead. How complicated her life had become!

Ashley hadn’t figured out yet how to break the news to her father, her brother and her grandmother, let alone Ryan.

She had considered every aspect, and finally had decided that the best possible thing that could happen would be to keep Ryan out of her life until after the baby was born.

She had no idea what his reaction to her pregnancy would be. She knew the day would come when she would have to let him know that he had fathered a child. But she wanted it far in the future, when she had her baby in her arms and her life established, with Ryan Warner far out of it and happily involved with another woman. The last part still hurt to think about, but Ashley knew it was the wisest course.

“This is nice, Ashley,” he said as they approached her front door, with its fan transom gracing the top and long, low redwood boxes of blooming flowers on either side. “I’ve forgotten what you told me. How long have you been a wedding planner?”

“Almost a year,” she answered, barely thinking about the question.

He reached out to open her door for her, letting her enter ahead of him. Carlotta was gazing at Ryan with a smile and obvious curiosity.

“Hi,” she said.

“Carlotta, this is Ryan Warner. Ryan, this is my receptionist and secretary, Carlotta Reyna,” Ashley said, while Carlotta reached out to shake his hand.

Ashley took his arm. “I’m going to show Ryan the office. I’ll close up tonight,” she told her employee, who nodded, barely able to take her eyes from Ryan.

“You do have an effect on women,” Ashley said when they’d crossed the hall, out of earshot. “I thought Carlotta was going to faint with pleasure when you shook her hand.”

He grinned and shrugged. “I’m not having the effect where it’s important,” he replied.

She inhaled. “I walked into that one. You’ll probably get the same reaction from my assistant. Both are single.”

“I have only one interest.”

Ignoring his answer, even though it made her breath catch, Ashley led him into a large room in the front and waved her hand toward the shelves of oversize books.

“This space is for clients. I have a lot of materials in here to give them choices about cakes and decorations.”

Ryan looked around the cheerful space with its tables and comfortable-looking chairs, and she wondered if he was even remotely interested in her business.

“Introduce me to your assistant and show me your office,” he said, studying Ashley with a hungry look.

As she gazed at his handsome features, she thought, Ifonly. Immediately, she stopped that train of thought. There were no if onlys. She had to get Ryan out of her office and her life. “Come with me,” she said briskly. She knew he was right behind her as she entered the hall, and then he fell into step beside her.

She almost collided with Jenna, who saw Ryan and smiled.

“Jenna, this is Ryan Warner. Ryan, meet my assistant, Jenna Fremont.”

“You’re really Ryan Warner,” Jenna said, sounding as if she were meeting a movie star.

“I’m the one and only. And you’re really Jenna Fremont,” he said, teasing her and grinning.

She looked as if she would melt as she smiled up at him. “I’m the only Jenna around here.” She giggled. “It’s great to meet you. I’ve seen your pictures all over.”

“Not on Most Wanted posters, I hope,” he kidded, eliciting more giggles.

“I’m showing Ryan our offices. I’ll lock up, Jenna.”

“It was nice to meet you, Jenna,” he said. “I’ll see you again, I’m sure.”

“Oh, I hope so,” she cooed, and Ashley prayed that she’d never be that impressed with any man herself.

“They obviously think you’re awesome. If not Carlotta, why don’t you take Jenna to dinner?” Ashley suggested, when they were alone.

He smiled.

“She doesn’t get my heart pounding, either,” he said. “It’s interesting how you want to hand me off to someone else.”

Ignoring his comment, she motioned toward an open door. “Here’s my office.”

Like a cat in new surroundings, he circled the spacious room, looking at pictures on the wall and at a table that held a spread of wedding snapshots. At her desk, he paused and leaned over, and she wondered what he was looking at. Her calendar, she realized.

“Ah, you’re free tonight. Good.”

She shook her head, knowing she had already lost the argument.

“I promise, we’ll have a great evening,” he said, his gaze boring into her, and she could feel the sparks dancing between them. Attraction was hot and all but crackled in the air. At the same time, there was a clash of wills.

“I’ll take you to your favorite place, unless you’d rather go to mine,” he said, giving her another one of those knee-melting smiles that made her remember being in his arms. As if the issue were settled, he moved on, looking at books and pictures on her shelves, picking up an old snapshot of her on the farm with her dad.

Holding the frame in his well-shaped hand, Ryan studied the picture and then glanced at her. “Nice, Ashley. Do you miss the farm?”

“No. I don’t want to farm. My brother can do that with my dad.”

Ryan glanced at his watch. “It’s after five, so that means we can close now. I’ll drive, and bring you back later to get your car.”

“Ryan, we’re not—”

He narrowed the space between them and slipped his arms around her waist. “I want to be with you, talk to you and see you again,” he said in a hoarse voice. He trailed one hand up to stroke her nape lightly, evoking tingles. “Get your purse and I’ll help you lock up.”

He was gone from her private office, his long legs carrying him in an easy stride into the hallway. She shook her head and stepped into her small adjoining bathroom to look at herself in the mirror. “Get rid of him,” she whispered. Why did he have to be so damnably handsome? And sexy and fascinating. Why did she respond so to him? she wondered, and then remembered the reactions of Jenna and Carlotta. What female didn’t respond to him?

Squaring her shoulders, Ashley took a deep breath and left the room, switching off the lights and going to lock up.

He was standing beside the alarm control box. “Do you have a code for this?” he asked.

She told him, then watched while he punched buttons. “You did it all correctly,” she said as they left. “You’re efficient.”

“Thank you,” he replied. “I’m glad to hear I have some pluses.”

“You have too many pluses,” she remarked dryly, and received a curious stare from him.

“That’s interesting. Too many,” he repeated. “Does this mean you want some uncivilized behavior from me?”

“Hardly,” she muttered.

“Don’t I wish!” he replied. He glanced around. “This is a good location for you, isn’t it? Just the right ambience, and probably caters to an upscale group of clients most of the time.”

She nodded, thinking that she could add observant to his admirable qualities. As she walked beside him to his car, he slowed his stride to hers and continued to talk about businesses around them, noticing several that tied in to her own.

He held open the door to the black sports car. When he went around to get in, she ran her hand over the elegant leather seat, reminded again of the differences in their worlds. As soon as he was seated beside her, he turned to look at her. “Do you have a favorite restaurant?”

She shrugged. “I’ll let you pick where we go. What’s your favorite, Ryan?”

“Do you like steak, lobster or pheasant?”

“I like most everything if it isn’t too spicy,” she replied.

“Including tall, black-haired businessmen?”

“You have to flirt, don’t you?”

“With you, absolutely. All right, I’ll take you to one of my favorite spots,” he said, smiling at her. He ran his finger along her cheek. “I really missed you,” he said in a thick voice that affected her as much as his light touches.

“I find that hard to believe,” she replied dryly, glad he couldn’t detect her racing heartbeat at that moment.

“I’ll admit that I haven’t been sitting home staring at the wall,” he said, giving her another disarming smile, “because I didn’t know whether I’d ever see you again or not.”

“Actually, Saturday was a surprise.”

“I hope one you liked. I’m working on changing your standoffish attitude.”

She couldn’t keep from smiling at him.

While they talked, he drove swiftly through the traffic.

At the restaurant’s canopy-covered entrance, a uniformed valet came to hold open her door.

The dining area opened onto a large deck built over a pond covered with blooming water lilies. Strings of colored lanterns hung above the tables, and bright yellow and red bougainvillea spilled from hanging pots.

They were led to a linen-covered table overlooking the pond. Seated facing Ryan, Ashley knew she would remember this place and evening forever. Their waiter handed her a thick black menu, then gave Ryan a wine list and made suggestions.

“If you like lobster, it’s very good here. The steaks are excellent, too,” Ryan said, offering her the wine list.

Smiling, she shook her head. “I’ll just have a glass of ice water.”

Ryan ordered white wine for himself, and when they were alone, he reached across the table to take her hand. His grip was strong and his fingers warm. The slight contact was disturbing and heightened her longing.

“There has to be a reason you don’t want to see me again. And there has to be more to it than you just lost your head that weekend. I thought we were having a grand time.”

“Ryan, try to understand. That weekend was so contrary to my nature.”

“That’s fine, but now we know each other. If you want to back off and take things slowly, we can. If we just met and I asked you out, would you go?”

“Yes, I probably would, but this is different. We have a history, and you want what we had that weekend, while I don’t.”

“I just said we can take renewing our relationship slowly,” he said, holding her hand and rubbing her knuckles lightly with his thumb.

“Ryan!”

A woman’s voice cut across their conversation and Ryan released Ashley’s hand as he stood. “Hi, Kayla,” he said. “Ashley, this is Kayla Landon. Kayla, meet Ashley Smith.”

Ashley smiled at a statuesque redhead who should have been able to make Ryan forget all about seeing anyone else. She was dressed in a figure-hugging black dress that had spaghetti straps and ended well above her knees. Ashley recognized the woman as the one who had been talking to Ryan at his condo that Sunday morning.

“How do you do,” Ashley said, and received a frosty look and a nod before Kayla turned to Ryan.

“You’ll get my message when you get to your condo,” she told him. “I hope to see you Saturday night at my party. The last one was such fun,” she purred, placing her hand on his arm.

“I’ll give you a call, Kayla,” he said casually.

“Make it tomorrow.” She brushed his cheek with a kiss, turning to walk away without saying anything to Ashley.

“Now, where were we?” Ryan asked, sitting and facing Ashley.

“She’s the woman who was in your condo that Sunday I was there.”

“Ah,” he said, studying her. “That’s why you disappeared without a word.”

“Not altogether. It just reminded me of the differences between us,” she said. “You and I reside in separate worlds. You have your wealth and ritzy lifestyle. I grew up on a farm and have worked in the city less than a year. I practically have hay in my hair.”

He smiled and reached over to twirl a long blond strand around his thumb. “I’ll comb my fingers through your hair later and see if I can find any hay,” he said in his rich, magnetic voice.

She drew a deep breath. “You’re making this a trying problem.”

“I’m not the one being difficult. To me, the situation is simplicity itself. Man wants to go out with woman. Man and woman have fabulous time together. What’s troublesome about that?”

“You go too fast,” she replied. “I regret that weekend, but I can’t take it back and undo it.”

“All right, we’ll go slow. The weekend never happened. We just met at the wedding last Saturday, I want to see you and you’re here to eat dinner with me. This is good. Simple.” He reached across the table again and laced his fingers with hers. “And in the interest of having a great evening, let’s put this discussion on hold until later.”

“That is just your way of ending the argument,” she said and received another disarming smile.

“And as far as being from different worlds, do you know where and how I grew up?”

“No, we never got around to talking much that weekend we were together,” she said, and he smiled.

“You brought up the weekend. I didn’t,” he pointed out. “My dad did whatever he could find to do—dishwasher, served food in cafeterias, ditchdigger. My mom cleaned houses. We had almost nothing. I’d wager that, growing up, you had a more comfortable life than I did.”

“I wasn’t aware of your history. I knew you were self-made, because that’s in news stories, but not much else. Except the beautiful, sophisticated women you see.”

He gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “That’s tabloids looking for something sensational. My history is simple. My mom died too young. Dad’s still living, and my brothers and I take care of him. He’s worked hard all his life and he doesn’t need to now. I’m the oldest. I helped my two brothers get started, and they’re doing well. Brett is a commercial pilot and Cal, my youngest brother, is an accountant who works for me. I started earning money mowing lawns when I was eleven years old.”

Ashley nodded, realizing their worlds were not as far apart as she had thought. Yet she had a difficult time imagining him living in poverty. “So how did you make this miraculous climb to millionaire status?” she asked.

“Long story. Some luck, hard work and help from friends. Nick Colton and Jake Thorne were buds, and both came from simple beginnings, as I did. We made a pact in college to reach millionaire status and to help each other get there.”

“Wow! That’s impressive,” she said. “All of you succeeded.”

“Yeah, Nick most of all. They’re great friends to have. We all played football in high school and college, and worked for a landscape outfit during summers. We started doing that after our sophomore year in high school. We were all tall. I played pro ball for two years and invested every dime with Jake, who was a whiz in finance from the start. Then I quit football to build hotels.”

“No wonder the three of you are such close friends.”

“I couldn’t have made it without both of them.” Ryan paused when their waiter returned with tossed salads on crystal plates and a loaf of golden bread. “How often do you go home to the farm?” he asked, when the waiter departed.

“Since moving here, I’ve been busy with weddings on weekends, so it’s really been difficult to get there. I’ve gone home for holidays, and I went in February for a weekend because my assistant handled the weddings.”

The waiter appeared with their entrees. Ashley glanced down at her plate of shrimp, covered with sun-dried tomatoes and sliced mushrooms and resting on angel hair pasta, while Ryan’s plate held a juicy, thick sirloin.

After the first bite, she smiled. “This is fantastic, Ryan. No wonder this restaurant is what you like best.”

“No. This is a favorite eating place. I have something else I like best,” he said in a deep voice, his green eyes intense on her. She knew he was flirting. “I think I’ve become a challenge to you. Maybe if I start hanging on each word and looking at you in an adoring manner the way Carlotta and Jenna do, you’ll run for the hills.”

“Try it and see,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes.

She couldn’t resist taking his hand and batting her eyes. “Oh, Ryan, tell me more about yourself,” she drawled, leaning forward and speaking in a breathless voice.

He inhaled and the amusement vanished from his expression. “That just makes me want to get the check so we can leave and I can be alone with you,” he growled. “I can lose interest in food and dinner conversation.”

Straightening, she yanked her hand away. “That didn’t have the effect I expected. I won’t try that one again,” she announced, and once more he smiled, but his gaze was speculative.

“I blew that in a hurry,” he said. “I have to tell you, that’s been the best moment of the night so far. Sure you don’t want to continue?”

“Don’t get your hopes up, because it won’t happen.”

“I should’ve acted indifferent, but that’s absolutely impossible with you. Okay, if we have to start over, why don’t you tell me about yourself. What’s in your future? What do you want out of life? I don’t believe we discussed that before.”

His question brought her situation crashing back, and the fun she’d been having with him changed as she remembered she intended to discourage and get rid of him. She shrugged. “I like my job and hope to continue it. Since it’s a franchise, it’s almost like my own business. I get a cut of the profits, so if business increases, my income grows.”

“That’s good,” he said, nodding. “Working for yourself, if it’s successful, is satisfying.”

“On your level it certainly would be,” she remarked dryly.

“On yours, too. You just said so. So what’s the best wedding you’ve done?”

“The one I enjoyed the most…” She paused to think a moment. “Probably one last December. It was a Christmas wedding, with reds and greens and beautiful decorations,” she said, telling him about the ceremony and wondering if he was really interested, their conversation drifting to other topics as they enjoyed their time together.

Her shrimp was delicious, but she didn’t have much of an appetite, and she noticed that neither did Ryan. While she talked, he listened, studying her and holding her hand. Each volatile contact heightened her awareness of him.

They discussed various subjects, and Ryan occasionally flirted, until he finally motioned to the waiter for their check.

When she looked around, she saw they were almost the last customers. She glanced at her watch. “My word, it’s ten o’clock. We’ve been here for hours.”

“Actually, not for hours. Time flies when you’re having fun,” he quipped as he smiled at her. “And I have had a great time tonight.”

While wind tangled locks of his black hair, lights in the parking lot threw his cheeks into shadows, highlighting his prominent cheekbones. She admired his self-assurance and optimism. He was confident, handsome and good company, making her wish that the situation were different between them. She blamed herself that it wasn’t, and again tried to pay attention to their conversation.

“You know I’ve had a great time, too,” she said. “And I know you want me to admit it.”

“Damn straight. Your confession reassures me,” he said, looking at her.

“As if you need encouragement,” she said, laughing when they reached his car. With a smile, he swung open the door.

“Are you saying I’m arrogant?”

“You’re confident. How’s that?”

“Much better. I’ll settle for confident.” He leaned closer to talk to her as she settled inside. Then he shut the door, and she watched him stride around the car and slide in beside her.

“Your place or mine?” he asked.

“My place and—”

“Don’t make hasty decisions,” he urged. “Let’s see. I told you I’d go slowly and I have. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, it is,” she had to answer, because he had been. But that didn’t mean he would continue to, and she knew every minute they were together forged a stronger bond between them.

“Tell me where you live. And I’ll come get you in the morning and take you to work since you left your car at the office.”

“Well, there’s no point in arguing this one with you,” she said, telling him her address.

She gave him the combination to get through the wrought iron gates of her apartment complex and they drove past several blocks of single-story redbrick duplexes until she directed him to hers. He got out to open her door, and walked her to the front porch, where she faced him.

“It’s been a super evening, Ryan.”

“It’s early, really early,” he said. “I’d like to see your place.”

Part of her wanted him to come inside, and another part wanted to tell him to go. He stood in silence, waiting patiently, and she couldn’t resist. “Do you want to come in?” she asked with a smile, already knowing that was exactly what he hoped to do.

“Thanks, and of course.”

She opened her door and stopped to switch off the alarm system and turn on the light in the short entryway.

Ryan entered and she led him into the living room, turning on a lamp while, he looked around. “It’s great, Ashley,” he said.

“I moved here about a month ago, and I’m just getting new furniture,” she explained, trying to view it from his eyes. An Impressionist print in a gilt frame hung above an oak mantel above the brick fireplace. Her sofa and matching wing chair were upholstered in blue antique velvet, and she had a polished hardwood floor, but her place was modest and small compared to his sprawling high-rise condo with its terrace and magnificent view of Dallas.

He had four bedrooms, an entertainment center, an exercise room, a living area and dining room, all filled with elegant fruitwood furniture, and every convenience. Her duplex had to be unimpressive to him, but he was being polite.

“In here is the living area, where I spend all my time,” she said, leading him into a small, less formal room with a sofa upholstered in bright flowers and two matching chairs. An oak coffee table sat in front of the sofa.

He walked over to a wooden game table in one corner of the room to look at the chess set on it. “Ah, a game in progress.”

“I’m playing with someone via the computer,” she said.

“We’ll have to have a game,” he said. “We won’t disturb this one, but sometime soon, or when you finish this one, we can play.”

“I imagine you’re excellent at chess,” she said, unable to picture him doing anything that he didn’t consistently manage to succeed at.

“We’ll see,” he said. “It’s difficult to judge yourself.”

She laughed. “No, it isn’t! You just don’t want to admit, especially before we’ve played, that you rarely lose.”

“I’m going to have to improve my image with you,” he teased.

“No, and don’t even try,” she replied, realizing she was giving him one challenge after another.

Bookshelves lined one wall, and Ryan strolled across the room to study the contents of her shelves. Ashley knew she was going to remember him prowling around her duplex. She looked at his broad shoulders and recalled with absolute clarity how he’d look nude, walking away from the bed.

Drawing a deep breath, she tried to focus her mind elsewhere, talking without half thinking about what she was saying. “My kitchen is over here,” she said, leading him into a space that was about one-sixth the size of his. It had a small eating area and a tiny island in the center. “And that’s it.” She smiled at him. “Unless you want to see my utility room.”

“I haven’t seen your bedroom,” he reminded her. “Give me the deluxe tour.”

“Sure,” she replied, trying to sound casual and not think about a bed and Ryan in it.

“Here it is,” she said, and he followed her into her blue bedroom, walking around to look at items on her desk, pictures on the wall and memorabilia on her shelves. He reached out to pick up one of her tennis trophies. “You’re good at tennis. We’ll have to play.”

“Right now I’ve given it up,” she said, and watched his dark eyebrows arch.

“How come?” he asked, replacing the trophy on the shelf.

She realized she couldn’t give him the right answer and tried to think of an excuse. But silence stretched, and she began to panic, searching for something to say.

“Tennis elbow,” she answered at last.

“Too bad. I was looking forward to a match with you. Chess and tennis. There are two things we both enjoy, so we might as well do them together when we can.”

“They’re both competitive.”

“All the better,” he said softly. “I like competing with you.”

“I suspect you’re happy to compete with the world because most of the time, you’re satisfied with the outcome,” she said, and he smiled.

“What do you do for your elbow?” he asked, walking over to her.

“There’s not much I can do,” she replied, avoiding his eyes and wishing she could think of another subject. “Now you’ve seen my room.”

He turned to look at her bed. “I’ll know where to picture you in my mind when I talk to you on the phone.” His voice had lowered a notch, and she wondered if he was remembering their weekend together, too.

“That’s the tour. There’s an extra bedroom. Want something to drink?”

“Sure. I’ll have pop.”

He strolled beside her as they returned to the kitchen, where she got pop for him, ice water for herself and a plate of cookies. “We can go in the living room where it’s more comfortable,” she said. Seconds later, she was sitting on the sofa. He chose one of the chairs, putting distance between them, and she realized he was doing what he’d promised— going slowly.

“Has your family seen this place?”

She shook her head. “Not yet. My dad and brother don’t get into the city often unless there’s a cattle sale or something like that. My grandmother hardly ever leaves our area.”

“How’s your dad feeling?”

“He’s getting along all right from what my brother tells me. Jeff says Dad is still working too hard for a man who’s had a heart attack, but there’s nothing any of us can do about that. The flood last year was another big blow. Health insurance is an endless problem.”

“And you’re still helping out financially?” Ryan asked bluntly, and she nodded.

“Yes, I’m happy to,” she replied.

“I know what you mean,” he said, and she wondered if Ryan even remembered the sacrifices of his early years.

He stretched out his long legs. “I’m sorry your family has problems.”

“We’ll get through them. Dad says we always have.”

“So what weddings are coming up?” Ryan asked, changing the subject. As she talked, she realized he was a good listener.

Finally, he stood and picked up his glass. “I’ll put this in the kitchen and then I better go. It’s late.”

She glanced at her watch and was surprised to see it was nearly one in the morning. “Great heavens! On work nights I go to bed early.”

“Sorry if I kept you up past your bedtime. You should’ve thrown me out.”

“Oh, sure,” she said. “Leave your glass. I’ll put it up.”

He crossed the room to her. “Since I’m taking you to work in the morning, eat breakfast with me tomorrow. That’s harmless.”

“Ryan, nothing is ‘harmless’ with you,” she answered.

“Ah, now that’s great news,” he replied, and she shook her head. “So even breakfast with me is different from breakfast with John Doe or Susie Smith? Sometime I’ll try to discover why, but not yet. Tonight, I’m taking it ever so slowly—don’t you agree?”

“Of course, and you have to hear me say that, too.”

“I just want to make certain I’m doing what you like,” he said with great innocence. He stood inches away, and was bantering her, but she had spent an enjoyable evening with him. They had touched lightly and casually, but each contact was fiery, and longing had steadily built, until now she ached to wrap her arms around him and kiss him. She had no intention of doing so, yet she was certain that before he told her goodbye, that was exactly what he would do. She couldn’t imagine he would walk away without a kiss.

“I’ll pick you up, so let’s have breakfast.”

“All right,” she said, glancing at her watch. “I have to have my sleep. I’ll call and arrange to go in late, so can you come at half-past eight—or does that make you too late?”

“Half-past eight it is.” They walked to the door, and he turned to face her.

“Thanks for the delicious dinner,” she said. “It was a nice evening.”

“I thought it was fantastic. I can’t wait until breakfast. Night, Ashley,” he said.

“Good night, Ryan,” she replied, while her heart raced. To her surprise, he turned and strolled toward his car. She was amazed he hadn’t given her even a light kiss, and she tried to ignore the ripple of disappointment she felt.

She waved to him and went inside, locking up and switching off lights. She was getting more involved with him instead of less, she knew, and wondered how much that was going to complicate her life.



It wasn’t until she showered for work the next morning that she realized she had made a big mistake.

Worrying, she blew her hair dry, her thoughts on Ryan. She had promised to eat breakfast with him, forgetting completely that all too often she suffered morning sickness.

She knew she could never get him to cancel coming to fetch her. She didn’t have a car, since she’d left it at work to go to dinner with him. Mulling over what to do, she dressed in a navy skirt and white blouse, then looped and pinned her hair on her head.

Promptly at half-past eight, Ryan arrived and rang her doorbell. When she opened it, she lost her breath at the sight of him.

Dressed in a charcoal suit and red tie, he looked incredibly handsome. “My, you look great,” she couldn’t resist saying, reminded again that her baby would have the most handsome father possible.

“That’s my line,” he said, his warm gaze traveling slowly over her. He inhaled and his chest expanded. When his eyes met hers again, she drew a long breath, because she could see desire in the depths of green.

“Let me get my purse,” she said, realizing her voice was breathless and wondering if he noticed.

As she returned, he watched her. She felt self-conscious, tingly, but couldn’t resist hoping she enticed him.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said quietly.

“Thanks, even though it’s a bit of an exaggeration. White blouse, navy skirt, ordinary office clothes,” she said, waving her hand toward herself.

“Not to me. And I’m seeing you without them. I still have a memory.”

Her pulse skipped. “Forget it, Ryan,” she said. “You go out and I’ll set my alarm,” she added.

“You’ve already triggered mine,” he drawled, with a sexy innuendo that made her breath catch.

As he drove, she tried to keep the conversation light, maintaining a stream of topics so they wouldn’t get into anything personal.

The sun was bright, the air clear and the sky a deep blue. The beautiful spring day lifted her spirits, and she wondered how much of her bubbling enthusiasm was because of the glorious day and how much was due to the charmer seated beside her.

He took her to an expensive restaurant where she had never eaten. The glassed-in dining area held an abundance of hanging green plants and pots of tropical flowers, all giving an open-air feeling and adding to the springtime ambience.

His eyebrows arched when she ordered only milk and an English muffin.

“I’m not particularly hungry,” she explained, already too aware of smells of coffee and bacon wafting in the air. She wished she had never accepted the invitation to breakfast with him, but she was into it now, and she tried to avoid thinking about food or looking at any that went by, carried by waiters.

When her muffin and milk were placed in front of her, she didn’t really want them.

Worse, Ryan was served a platter holding an omelet and slices of bacon, patties of sausage and fat, golden biscuits. He had steaming coffee and a chilled glass of orange juice.

Her queasy stomach churned, and she excused herself, rushing to the ladies’room because of nausea. To her relief, it was an elegant restaurant and the ladies’room had a sofa. Stretching out, she laid folded paper towels soaked in cold water on her forehead, thankful Ryan couldn’t see her.

A few minutes later, a waitress came in and spotted her. She asked if Ashley was okay.

“Yes, thanks,” she replied, smiling. “I just felt faint.” To her relief, the waitress nodded and left.

Ashley stayed until she felt she could join Ryan again. With her stomach still churning, she returned. Coming to his feet as she approached the table, he reached out to take her arm. “Let’s go. I’ve already taken care of the check,” he said, holding her arm.

“You’re having to leave your breakfast behind,” she said, wanting to get to the sanctuary of her office, and barely thinking about what she was saying.

“That’s no problem. Ashley, I’m taking you to my doctor.”

“No, you’re not!” she declared emphatically. “I’m fine.”

When he lapsed into an uncustomary silence, she wondered if she had been too abrupt. She slid into his car and shut her eyes, resting her head against the seat. She straightened when she heard him opening his door, and glanced up to find him studying her intently.

Her heart thudded. “It’s just a minor upset, Ryan. Really it is. Don’t worry, and take me to my office.”

She knew she should force some kind of cheerful banter and get his mind off the incident, but she was wrung out. The motion of the car wasn’t helping, and she was desperate to escape.

At her office, he came around the car to take her arm again. “I’m fine. I promise,” she repeated.

“I’ll go inside with you,” he insisted.

She didn’t feel like arguing, and he would soon be gone. She walked in silence with him and was relieved they didn’t encounter Jenna or Carlotta.

In her office she turned to thank Ryan, while he closed the door and turned to face her, standing only a few feet away with his hands on his hips.

Her heart began to drum, because he wasn’t leaving as she expected him to.

“Now tell me what’s really wrong with you!” he demanded quietly.


Three

Taking her time to answer him, she fiddled with her watch, while his curiosity grew.

He could remember that fabulous weekend with her and the sizable breakfasts they’d had each morning, without any unpleasant upsets on her part. He thought about her easy, slow walk that indicated time wasn’t a ruling factor in her character—something so removed from his driven life that he had been intrigued. Usually smiling, relaxed, taking time to savor life, people and her surroundings, she’d interested him from the first moment he’d met her. Now, as she fidgeted and remained silent, his questions increased.

She had been sick in the restaurant. He’d had a waitress check on her and was told that Ashley said she was fine, but was lying on the sofa with wet towels on her forehead.

He could also recall how she’d had wine with her dinners their first weekend. Now she was drinking ice water. Everything added up to a change.

“Ashley, what is it?” he prompted.

“I’m all right,” she said without looking at him. Circling her desk, she sat and bent down to open a drawer.

Right now, she was deathly pale, and he was afraid she would pass out in front of him. He liked her, wanted to know her better, and the weekend they’d spent together had been the most fabulous, passionate time of his life. He hadn’t been able to forget her or get her out of his thoughts, and he was concerned now.

Grabbing a chair, he circled the desk and sat close beside her. “Tell me the truth, Ashley. You know what’s wrong. You’re a lousy liar.”

She looked at her fingers laced together in her lap. “Leave me be, Ryan. I mean it,” she said forcefully, and raised her head.

Surprised, he was taken aback by the fire in her eyes. Bright spots of color stained her otherwise pale cheeks.

His gaze searched hers. “All right, I’ll leave,” he said. Halfway to the door, he stopped and looked at her. “Can I do anything? Get you something?”

“No, but thank you,” she answered flatly. “Just let me be.”

As he headed out of the room and reached for the knob, he wondered whether she was sick every morning. He’d started to leave when it dawned on him. Morning sickness.

He already had the door open and he closed it. No wine. No tennis. She wanted him out of her life. Morningsickness. He turned to look at her, examining her closely. She looked the same as ever. Her waist was tiny, her stomach flat.

She blinked and glowered at him. “Just get out of here, Ryan.”

“How long has this been happening?”

Color flushed her cheeks again. “Not long. I don’t know. I’m all right.”

He stared at her, thinking it was impossible, but knowing it wasn’t. “You’re pregnant,” he declared.

When she flinched, he knew he was right.

Clenching her fists, she raised her chin. “It doesn’t concern you.”

He was shaken and wondered who she’d been with. “How far along are you?”

“A couple of months,” she replied. “I haven’t told my family or anyone yet, so I would appreciate it if you don’t.”

“Don’t worry,” he snapped. “Who’s the man?”

“I’m not giving out his identity,” she replied stiffly, but there was a flash in her eyes that shook him. He walked closer to her.

“How far along are you?” he asked again. “Tell me the truth, Ashley.” He placed his hands on her shoulders. “How many months are you? Dammit, I want to know.”

“Get out. I”m not telling you.”

“You know I can find out some way. I have enough money to get the information I want.”

Suddenly she looked frightened, and gazed wide-eyed at him while shock buffeted him. “How many months?” he said, barely able to get out the words.

“Over three,” she said, glaring at him. “This is my baby and I don’t want any interference. Now, you get out of here.”

Stunned, he stared at her. “There isn’t another man, is there?” he asked.

“Get out, Ryan.”

He knew the answer. He was the father of Ashley’s baby. Shocked, he couldn’t believe it, but he could tell from looking at her that it was true. “We used protection.”

“Get out of my office!” she snapped.

Stunned by the news, he turned and left, going out to the car to sit behind the wheel and try to absorb what he’d learned. He started it up and drove a block, then pulled to the curb, cutting the engine to stare into space. He was the father of Ashley’s baby! She was pregnant from their weekend together. He had difficulty accepting the truth. He’d used condoms, and nothing had failed, that he had known. He was stiff with shock, unaware of the traffic pouring past him, of the spring morning, of joggers running by.

Ashley was going to have a baby. His baby.



Shaking, Ashley walked around her desk and sank into the chair, calling Carlotta on the intercom to tell her that if Ryan Warner appeared, she was not available to see him. Then she closed her eyes.

What a mess she’d made of the morning! And exactly what she’d hoped to avoid had happened. Ryan knew the truth.

He’d been shocked, and obviously didn’t want any part of it—that much was a relief to her, even though at the same time, it angered her. She knew she shouldn’t feel conflicted about his reaction, but she did.

She rubbed her throbbing forehead and longed to undo the morning. Wished she had been wise enough last night to refuse to eat breakfast with him today.

When her intercom buzzed, she groaned. She didn’t feel like dealing with anyone yet. She pushed the button to speak to Carlotta.

“Ryan Warner is on his way to your office. I’m sorry, I couldn’t stop him.”

“That’s all right,” Ashley said, knowing her receptionist couldn’t have kept out a determined male like him.

Before she could answer his knock, he strode into her office, closing the door behind him.

“I don’t want to see you, but I don’t suppose that matters to you,” she said.

“No, it doesn’t. You weren’t going to tell me about my baby.” He flung the accusation at her in a low, steely tone.

“Yes, I was, but not until after the baby is born, because I don’t want your interference.”

“How about my help?”

“I don’t want that, either,” she said.

He crossed the room and sat in the chair he’d placed beside hers earlier, gazing intently at her. “Why the hell not?” he asked. A muscle worked in his jaw.

“You’ll take charge of my life. I want to take care of myself,” she stated in a haughty voice, and raised her chin.

“It seems to me you sure as hell could use some financial help. You should welcome it.”

“I know what I’m doing.”

“And it seems to me you should let your family know.”

“I’ll tell them soon. Other than the doctor, you’re the first to hear about it. Look, your immediate reaction was an honest one—you tore out of here in shock and didn’t want any part of this. Don’t try to include yourself now out of a sense of guilt.”

“I left in shock and because you kept asking me to go. I’m not suffering any guilt,” he insisted.

“Oh, please,” she said, giving him a skeptical look. She was annoyed with him, certain he must be steeped in guilt, to return as he had with an offer of help. His tie was awry, his hair tangled on his forehead and he looked as if he had been wrestling with something difficult. She waved her hand. “Go on, Ryan. I’ll keep you posted.”

“No,” he said. “I can easily help out, and this is my baby, too. I can provide a nanny, and you’ll have to have a nursery.”

“See, this is exactly why I didn’t want you involved!” she exclaimed in exasperation. “You’re making my decisions.” She rubbed her forehead. “I don’t feel well. Why don’t you leave me alone this morning and we’ll talk later. I need some peace and quiet.”

Looking frustrated, he stood with clenched fists. “I’ll see you tonight. I’ll bring steaks and come to your place. We need to talk about this.”

“Whether I want to or not,” she said.

“Damn straight! This is a life-changing event and I’m involved in it whether you like it or not. You can’t say no to me when it’s my baby.” He strode out of the office and slammed the door behind him.

She ran to yank open the door. “Then eat before you come. I won’t feel like eating, anyway!”

He turned around and with long steps came back. “You need to eat dinner.”

“I know that,” she replied in exasperation. “I’ll eat before you come. You do the same.”

He nodded. “See you around seven.” He hurried out the front and she returned to her office, closing her door and going to sit behind her desk.

She stared into space and wished she had done far more to get him out of her life and keep him from discovering the truth. Now there was no getting rid of him. Ryan was in her life to stay, probably until their baby was grown. Their baby. It shocked her to think about her baby in that way, because after discovering her pregnancy, she had closed Ryan out of any connection to the baby until this morning.

An hour later she felt better. She spent the day trying to keep from worrying about Ryan. She left work early to get ready to see him. He was coming over at seven, and she suspected the night would be one of continual clashes.

After eating a small dinner of a poached egg and toast, she bathed and dressed with care. In spite of all her worries and anger with him, excitement bubbled in her at the thought of seeing Ryan.

As she dried her hair, her intercom buzzed. A florist wanted to get through the gate to deliver flowers. When she went to the door, a driver climbed out of a panel truck and came up the walk with a crystal vase containing a huge bouquet of daises and yellow tulips. She took the arrangement and carried it inside, where she set it on a table and paused to read the card.

“To the mother of my baby,” was scrawled there. “Can’t wait to see you.” It was signed with Ryan’s bold signature.

She shook her head, reminded that he wasn’t going away. She looked again at the card. The mother of my baby…

She placed the card carefully into the bouquet and carried it into her living area, placing it on the coffee table where he would see it. Then she finished dressing.

She let her long, straight blond hair fall freely over her shoulders. Wearing pale yellow slacks and a yellow-and-white cotton shirt and sandals, she gazed at her reflection, turning to look at her flat stomach.

Promptly at seven she heard his car. With a sigh, she braced herself to deal with him.

When she opened the door, the sight of him worked its unfailing magic. In a navy short-sleeved knit shirt and chinos, Ryan looked refreshed and his usual cheerful self.

“Come in. Would you like something to drink? Beer, water, wine, pop?” she asked as he entered.

“Cold beer would be good,” he said, closing the door. “What are you having?”

“Ice water,” she answered.

“I’ll help,” he said, walking beside her. “I know where things are now.” Like everything else he had been doing since learning about the pregnancy, his actions caused her both chagrin and amusement, because he took charge as if it were his kitchen. As soon as he handed her the glass of water and got his beer, they went into the family room and she motioned toward the flowers. “These are lovely.”

“Not nearly as gorgeous as the recipient,” he responded, setting down his beer and taking her ice water to place it on the coffee table. Her heart thudded when he turned to slide his arms around her waist.

“I went slowly last night. I don’t see much need to continue that.”

Her heartbeat quickened as she rested her hands on his forearms. Desire smoldered in his gaze as he watched her. “I disagree,” she replied. “I still want to take some time. We can get to know each other better.”

“Do you know how badly I want to hold and kiss you?” he asked in a husky voice, and her opposing emotions tangled fiercely. She needed him to ease up and give her space. At the same time, she ached to throw her arms around him and kiss him.

“Just wait,” she said, pushing lightly against his muscled chest. “Give me time here. It’s important to me, Ryan,” she said, in spite of her yearning to reach for him.

As she looked into his eyes, she wondered if he had any idea what he did to her heartbeat. The longer they stood with locked gazes, the more she wanted him, and the more difficult it was to push away and establish some space between them. His arm tightened around her waist, and what she craved became more important than what she should do.

“It’s been a long time, Ashley,” he whispered as his gaze dropped to her lips. He leaned down, covering her mouth with his, and his tongue touched hers. Engulfed by longing, she couldn’t resist him. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he drew her closer.

While her heart pounded, he leaned over her, kissing her deeply, his tongue stroking hers and building fires in her. The yearning was intense, insistent; her arguments seemed to go up in flames. She yielded to the moment, aware his kisses had comprised all her fantasies and dreams for months now.

In return she poured out her pent-up hunger, which had grown steadily. As he leaned over her, his hand wound in her locks and she tangled her fingers in his thick hair.

His manhood pressed against her. Clinging tightly to him, she moaned. She ached to be rid of the slightest barriers between them, but knew that couldn’t happen. Not now. Dimly, she realized she needed to regain control and stop, but not yet. She kissed him wildly, wanting him with all her being. He was exciting and desirable, the man of her dreams, the father of her child.

While they kissed, his hand slipped down her back and over her bottom to cup her against him. His kisses conveyed a desperate hunger, an intense need for her that made her want him even more in return.

He shifted her slightly and his fingers drifted over her breast, his feathery caress electrifying. She moaned again. His touch was a sweet torment that heightened her pleasure.

Finally, she pushed against his chest. When she did, he loosened his hold and she looked up at him. “We have to wait. I’m not ready,” she said, her breathlessness denying her words.

“Yes, you are,” he replied in a raspy voice. “And I’m more than ready. I’ve dreamed of you too many nights. I’ve thought about you more than you can possibly imagine.”

His words thrilled her, but she shook her head. “No, I can’t. We wait. There’s too much complicating our lives.”

“This is the best possible time to love each other.”

She twisted free and walked away from him, straightening her clothing and trying to get her emotions under control. She turned to face him.

His mouth was red and his expression conveyed his feelings. There was no question he was eager for her.

Fighting the urge to walk into his arms, she stayed where she was. “We need to talk about the future.”

“There are other ways to solve this and be happy.”

“Lust isn’t going to solve anything.”

“That isn’t how I would describe it. All right, Ashley, we’ll make some plans.”

“That’s exactly what I hoped to avoid. Ryan, I didn’t want you to know about the baby this soon because I knew you’d want to take charge. Let me deal with this. It’s my life, and you never wanted to become a father.”

“This is my baby, too, and you might as well get accustomed to the idea, because I’m not going away.” He spoke quietly, but she detected his unyielding tone.

She glared at him. “I want to have this baby and get settled. After that, let’s talk about what we’ll do.”

He crossed the room to take her hand. “This is so simple. Will you marry me?”

While her heartbeat fluttered, she hoped she kept her features impassive. She placed her hand on his cheek. “Your proposal is kind. Thank you, but no.”

“Dammit!” he snapped, while fire flashed in his eyes. “I’m not being kind. I’d like to marry you.”

“A week ago you wouldn’t have considered proposing. This is what you think you’re duty bound to do, and it’s generous of you. No, I’m sorry, but when I marry, I want it to be with someone I’m wildly in love with, who’s just as in love with me. You know we don’t have that relationship.” She shook her head. “No, Ryan. I knew you would propose, because I know you think you should.”

A muscle worked in his jaw and he got a piercing look in his eyes. Ashley braced for whatever he’d say next.

“We’re having a baby, which is the best possible reason to wed. Sex between us is fabulous—another dandy reason. Most times we’ve been out together, we’ve had a grand time, with the exception of breakfast this morning. We have simple backgrounds, and are in better times now, so we’re alike there,” he reminded her. While he talked, she had a suspicion he was fighting to maintain patience.

“We’re not remotely alike,” she retorted. “You’re a millionaire. I’m a wedding planner, trying to make ends meet, earn a living to support myself in the city and help my family,” she said solemnly. “And that’s just a start. There’s not one thing you’ve said that has changed my opinion. We have lust between us and that’s no basis to wed. We’re having a baby, but a sham marriage won’t do anything to make our child’s life better. The few times we’ve been together, we’ve gotten along, but they’re very few and not enough to tell how we’d do in the long haul. A pleasant time over dinner means nothing. We’re not getting our lives entangled so you can run things. You’re accustomed to control, but that isn’t the way this is going to go,” she declared, determined to resist him, although a nagging inner voice urged her to accept his offer.

“I don’t think you’re taking into consideration what would be best for our baby.”

She drew a deep breath as she gazed at him. “My baby needs loving parents. I want the man I marry to be my best friend, as well as my lover.”

“I qualify on half of that.”

“The least important half,” she said. “Ryan, as I said, you’re a take-charge person and I don’t want that. I’m having this baby. I don’t want to marry you out of desperation. An unhappy marriage won’t be any plus for a baby.”

“What makes you think it’ll be unhappy?”

“I don’t know that it will. But I also don’t know that it’ll be a solid marriage.”

He placed his hands on her shoulders again. “You think about what I can do for our baby. I can give it my name, so it will be a Warner and entitled to Warner money. There’ll be more than ample funds for education and travel and nannies. There’ll be a father on the scene. You can’t just dismiss all that without giving it due thought and consideration.”

“I certainly can. At this time, I know I don’t want to marry you. In months to come my feelings might change, depending on how our relationship progresses, but marry right now? No way. Give us time, Ryan. Let’s just sit, and you tell me about your day, besides what involved the baby and me,” she said emphatically.

He stared at her as if she was asking the impossible, but finally he crossed the room to the sofa. Ashley sat on the opposite end, curling her legs beneath her and smiling at him. He sipped his cold beer while she drank ice water, then replaced her glass on the table.

“I want to hear about your day. How long have you been having morning sickness?” he asked.

“Almost from the start,” she answered, aware of how intently he watched her. She wasn’t half as calm as she hoped she looked. To argue with him about doing things for their child had been hard, but she knew she didn’t want to move fast and make lifelong decisions on impulse.

“What did the doctor say about it?”

“It should end soon. Actually, he thought it would be over by now.”

“And who is the doctor you’re seeing?”

She told him, and suspected he was making a mental note to check the man out. “So what did you do today, Ryan?”

“That weekend was awesome, Ashley,” he said instead of answering, his words slowing and his tone deepening as he talked. “I can’t forget it.”

She gazed at him, tingling over what he’d just told her. “It was a great weekend, I’ll grant you that,” she whispered.

“We can have more like it,” he reminded her, and she nodded.

“But not yet, Ryan. I’m not ready yet,” she repeated, looking at his handsome features as if memorizing them.

“So what about business today? Did it go out the window completely?”

Setting his beer on the table, he scooted closer to her, to touch her shoulder lightly. “As a matter of fact, it did. That’s all right. I’ll catch up tomorrow. On Thursday, I may have to fly to Chicago, but I’ll be here Saturday.” He trailed his fingers across her cheek. “So when are you telling your family?”

She looked away, hating the question. “I dread dealing with my family,” she confessed. “I think my dad will be hurt.”

“If we wed, you won’t hurt him. Think about how much easier it would be to inform them.”

For just a moment she did consider his offer again, and she was tempted. What a burden that would lift, to announce her marriage to Ryan and then tell her family about the baby. She looked at him and shook her head. “That’s the best argument you’ve presented, but I still say no. I want full command of my life.”

“I don’t think I’m the only control freak here. You’re just as take-charge as I am, and you have a job where you’re the authority all the time.”

She nodded. “I hadn’t ever thought about it, but I suppose you’re right. I’m the oldest child in my family, just as you are in yours, and I think it makes a difference. I had to care for my brother a lot of the time.”

“I just browbeat mine into doing what I wanted, if they didn’t go along in the first place.”

She laughed, easing the tension, and they talked about growing up. Yet she had a feeling he was mulling over what he was going to do next. Finally, there was a moment of silence when he leaned away to look at her. He ran his finger along her knee, and she wondered what he was thinking.

“Ashley, I think you and the baby would both be better off if you’d marry me,” he said, abruptly changing topics again.

“I don’t happen to agree,” she retorted, wondering how many times they would argue over their future. She looked at his well-shaped hands, which too often brought memories about him.

“You’ve said you fear my take-charge ways, but you’re just as strong in that department, and I have no doubt you can hold your own with me. I think marriage is definitely in your best interest.”

“That’s not for you to decide, and we’re not getting anywhere arguing about it,” she said, impatient with his high-handed determination to get his way.

“No, we’re not, so I intend to do something, since I feel marriage is best for all concerned.”

Her heart pumped faster while she wondered what he planned, terrified he was going to tell her that he would try to take the baby from her. “Don’t do something you’ll regret later,” she warned.

“I won’t,” he stated, with so much confidence she braced herself for what was coming. “You marry me, and I’ll pay off your family’s mortgage, the debts your father has and take care of his insurance. You can’t turn down my offer and hurt your family.”


Four

Filled with disbelief, she came to her feet. “Ryan Warner, you’ll force me into marriage when you know I don’t want to marry you. That’s despicable!” she exclaimed, glaring at him in fury. Her fists clenched and white-hot anger shot through her.

“Calm down,” he ordered quietly, but with a firmness in his voice and a commanding look in his eye that made her take a deep breath and sit down again. “I’m doing exactly that,” he assured her. “You have to accept my offer for your family’s sake.”

Knowing he was right, she stared at Ryan while the implications of his offer both dazzled and angered her.

“I can afford to pay off the mortgage on the farm completely, as well as repair all the damage from the flood. Frankly, your father might want to buy a new place where he won’t have to worry about floods, which I’m willing to finance. I can hire some hands to help him, and I can afford to pay for your brother’s college education if he wants to go.”

“This is blackmail of sorts!” she snapped, taking deep breaths to calm herself.

“I can also see to it that your father has health-insurance coverage. I’ve got good lawyers who can look into the matter,” Ryan continued, speaking as calmly as if he were discussing the weather.

“My family and I don’t want charity!” she said tightly.

“It won’t be charity,” he said patiently, “if we marry. I’ll be taking care of things because, if we’re married, your family is part of mine and vice versa. I take care of my father, and I’ll take care of yours.”

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” she whispered. She shook her head and tears threatened, because she knew she had no choice in the matter.

“You have to accept my proposal and you know it,” he said.

Dismayed again, she stared at him. “You want to go into this forced marriage?”

He nodded. “That’s exactly what we’re going to do. You can save a lot of pain and heartache for you and your family. It should prolong your father’s life and give your brother opportunities he would never have otherwise.”

Shaking, she gasped for breath. “Damn you and your high-handed ways, Ryan Warner!”

He looked up at her calmly. “Marry me, Ashley, and solve your problems.”

“Under conditions like that, what kind of marriage would it be?”

“A damn good one when you get over your anger.” He stood to face her, and for the first time, fire flashed in the depths of his green eyes. “This is what’s best for you, our baby and your whole family, and you know it.”

“If you think I’m going to be filled with gratitude, you’re wrong. I’ll never forgive you.”

“Yes, you will,” he replied with that damnable arrogance that increased her fury. He reached down to grasp her shoulders. As she watched him, her heart pounded. The determined gleam in his eyes added to the sparks flying between them. He wrapped his arms around her and lowered his head.

“No!” she exclaimed, her anger growing over his despicable tactics. But his arms tightened, his mouth covered hers, and he kissed her hard.

Standing stiffly in his embrace, she resisted for seconds, but then it was impossible. Demanding and fiery, his kiss conveyed such obvious passion for her that she was shaken. His need stunned her, and the volatile chemistry between them flared.

Overpowered by his kiss, she momentarily forgot her thoughts and arguments. With her heart racing, she wrapped her arms around him and held him tightly, kissing him in return. Never before in her life had she felt that a man wanted her as badly as Ryan did now.

Abruptly, he released her, his arms still wrapped around her waist while he looked down at her. “There! You know what we have is spectacular, and now there’s a baby to consider.”

With a racing pulse, she struggled to gather her wits. When she did, her anger seethed once again. “Sex is sensational, you mean. And for your information, I am considering my baby. You’re a dirty fighter,” she declared.

“I just intend to win,” he answered coolly. “I’ve made a damn good offer.”

She wiggled away and paced across the room to put distance between them. When she turned, he stood with his hands on his hips, his coat pushed open. His whole being conveyed a stubborn determination to get his way. Only the muscle working in his jaw indicated his frayed emotions.

While her fury burned, she felt boxed in, unable to battle him. “I’ll think about it.”

He shook his head. “No, you decide now. This is something you don’t have to think a long time about.”

“That’s even worse!” she snapped, her rage mushrooming. “It’s a monumental, life-changing proposal and you’re demanding that I decide right now?”

“We’ve hashed it over already. We could argue over it for the rest of the year, but we’re not going to,” he said with absolute certainty.

“You’re being ruthless about this!” she protested.

“No, I’m not,” he replied with a maddening calm. “I’m being generous and considerate and practical.”

“You’re no such things! You want this baby and this is your way to get it.”

His eyes darkened and a muscle worked in his jaw. “I want what’s best for all concerned, and you’re not thinking clearly about the matter, so I have to for all three of us.”

They faced each other as the silence intensified. She knew he was waiting. Marriage to Ryan… Yet it would save her family… She hadn’t allowed herself to consider his offer, which was truly fabulous. Her brother could go to college.

Would her family accept Ryan’s charity? She knew they would if he was married into the family. And she knew Ryan could easily afford what he offered.

Rubbing her forehead, she saw there really was no choice. As Ryan stood quietly waiting, she glared at him. “I don’t know what kind of marriage you think this will be, when your bride is furious with you!”

He arched one dark eyebrow and continued looking at her, steely eyed.

“All right, Ryan, I’ll marry you. But it’s not what I want.”

“Good,” he replied quietly. He crossed the room to her and grasped her upper arms firmly. Her heart pounded and she stared at him. Locks of black hair fell over his forehead and his gaze pierced her. “Ashley, when you get rid of your anger, you’ll change. I promise, I’ll do everything I can to make you happy.”

“Like you have tonight?” she cried bitterly, thinking he was making a meaningless gesture. “You’re a bully, Ryan.”

“I’ll remind you as many times as I have to. I think that I’m doing what’s best for all of us,” he stated in a tone that was so self-assured she wanted to gnash her teeth. “This is going to help your family tremendously.”

Her pulse jumped at the thought. “I’ll have to admit that your offer, as far as my family is concerned, is overwhelmingly generous and thrills me. That part will be absolutely wonderful.”

“Good,” Ryan replied with obvious satisfaction. His hands slid to her shoulders. “Look on the bright side of things.”

She shook her head. “Ryan, we’ll have an impossible marriage.”

He pursed his lips. “If I thought that, I wouldn’t persist. I think our marriage is going to be fabulous as soon as you calm down and adjust. And you will.”

“You’re incredibly arrogant,” she told him, looking into those contented green eyes.

“You’ll hold your own. I’ll pick you up tomorrow night about six and we’ll start early for dinner. All right?”

“Why do you even bother to ask?” She rolled her eyes while he gazed at her intently.

“I know you’re annoyed with me right now,” he said.

“Annoyed!” she exclaimed, deciding he was the most hardheaded man she had ever known. “I’m furious with you, and my rage won’t be gone tomorrow night.”

“Hopefully, you’re wrong,” he said. “I’ll call one of my lawyers in the morning and get him to start looking into health insurance for your dad. We need to see your family soon to tell them we’re engaged, but first we should plan the wedding. “

“You move fast, Ryan.”

“Why wait? The sooner I help your father, the better off your family will be.” He glanced at his watch. “I’m keeping you up.”

She walked with him to the door while her thoughts seethed. He turned to look down at her and his gaze lowered to her mouth, making her pulse drum faster.

“This is good, Ashley,” he said quietly, with all the conviction possible. His hands went around her waist and he pulled her to him, lowered his head and kissed her, long and thoroughly. Her resistance was fleeting, gone in seconds. She wrapped her arms around her neck and kissed him back.

Ryan pulled her closer, leaning over her, kissing her until she was moaning with pleasure and thrusting her hips against him. Desire was a hot flame, burning their problems away. She wanted him with a need that shocked her. She ran her hands across his shoulders, tugging free his shirt and sliding one palm over his warm, muscled chest.

When he released her, they were both panting for breath. “We’ll stop tonight,” he said roughly, and she couldn’t interpret the expression in his eyes. She wanted to pull him back into her arms, but she stepped away instead, and in silence watched him go out the door and stride to his car.

When she closed the door behind him, her mind was churning.

Marriage. The idea was staggering. Yet she had to acknowledge, as much as she hated to, that in some ways Ryan was correct. Marriage would solve a lot of her problems.

With her thoughts in a turmoil, she moved sluggishly toward her bedroom. Without realizing what she was doing, she stopped, standing in the middle of the room and staring into space while she mulled over everything that had happened.

Tomorrow night she was having dinner with him, and he intended for them to make wedding plans. She was still in shock over the prospect. The minute Ryan had reappeared in her life, he’d turned it as topsy-turvy as her first encounter with him had been.

She thought again how little they knew each other, and ground her teeth together. She might as well decide what she would wear, she figured—anything to try to keep her mind off what was happening. She knew sleep would be a long time coming.



Trying to collect shards of self-assurance that had been shattered by Ryan’s demands, she left work an hour early the next day. She wanted to take her time getting ready, so she would feel and look her best. Even though he hadn’t said where they were going for dinner, somewhere casual or dressy, she selected a clinging black dress with a dramatic slashed V-neck trimmed in white that dipped to her waist. The skirt ended above her knees. Her black spiked heels gave her added height.

She swept her hair up on one side and let it fall loosely across her back and down the other side.

Finally she was ready, and while she waited, she thought that Ryan would probably be a great father. And her family would love her baby as much as a child could be loved. For the first time the prospect of telling them excited her. Married to Ryan, she would be able to inform them about the baby with joy and without all the worries she’d had before.

Ryan had been correct about that prediction, and eventually she might admit as much to him. But at the moment, she was so angry with him she didn’t care to tell him he’d gotten anything right.

When she heard a car, she glanced at herself in the mirror one last time, seeing a woman who looked poised and dressed for a night out. Uncertainty sent a ripple of worry through her. Had she overdressed? If he’d decided on barbecue and cooking at his place… She put the thought out of mind. With a toss of her head, she picked up her purse and went to the door as the bell rang.

The moment she opened the door, she was reassured about her dress. Ryan wore a dark brown suit and was stunningly handsome. As usual. And she saw the warm approval in his eyes when he looked at her, stepped inside and closed her door behind him.

“You look fantastic!” he said, touching her cheek lightly and then drawing his finger down the edge of the vee of her dress. She inhaled, because his feathery touch stirred hot tingles.

He bent his knees to look into her eyes. “Still angry?” he asked. “Hopefully, I can change that tonight.”

“Don’t count on it, Ryan,” she replied grimly.

He placed his hand on her shoulder. “I hope someday soon you’ll forgive me completely.”

“We’ll see,” she said tightly.

He gave her a long, probing look and she wondered what he was thinking. Then he reached for the door.

“I don’t need to ask if you’re ready to go, so shall we leave?”

She nodded and set her alarm, going out ahead of Ryan. In his sleek, black sports car, she sat far on her side, riding in silence, letting anger smolder and wondering how long he was going to put up with her fury. Or would it wear him down enough that he’d withdraw his offer? She’d soon see.

Then she realized they’d been driving a long time, and she glanced at him with curiosity. “Where are we going?”

“Someplace that I hope is special,” he replied easily.

“If you’re trying to bribe me into a good humor about this, it won’t work,” she said, frowning at him.

“Not at all. I want to show you a good time and a night to remember.”

“Ryan, how can I possibly forget one moment with you?” she asked in a tight voice.

Then she watched as they swung into the lane for the airport. Her amazement grew when they pulled up to a hangar and crossed the tarmac to a dazzling white jet.

“What are we doing?” she asked, realizing he was completely unpredictable to her.

“I’m just taking you to dinner at a place I hope you like.” He took her arm, leading her to the plane while the sun slanted toward the horizon on the warm spring afternoon.

In minutes they were airborne in his private jet. Ashley watched Dallas slip away below, and realized they had banked and were heading south toward the Gulf.

She turned from the window to find Ryan watching her. Her racing heartbeat was one thing that her anger with him hadn’t changed. Whenever the magnetic tug of his bedroom eyes focused on her, her pulse accelerated, no matter what she thought about him.

He sat across from her in a plush seat, and the well-decorated, comfortable interior of the plane reminded her of his money everywhere she looked. His money, and she was marrying into it. The idea amazed her, but didn’t help her ruffled feelings over his authoritarian manner. She could get along without Ryan and his money. She always had. And she had a family who would love her baby and support her, whether Ryan was on the scene or not.

“Penny for your thoughts,” he said.

“I’m still fuming and wondering how you can possibly expect this marriage to work.”

“The chances of my marriage to you being happy are vastly greater than the chances for success I figured I had when I was a kid—so much so that this wedding prospect doesn’t give me many qualms.”

“You have done a complete turnaround since that weekend when you let me know you preferred to remain a bachelor for many years to come.”

“I didn’t know you then—or had known you only a few hours. I wasn’t expecting a baby and I didn’t see the great possibilities for the future.”

She rolled her eyes and shook her head. “And you expect me to simply turn my life over to you and let you make all the decisions.”

“Hardly,” he said, smiling at her. He moved to the seat beside her and turned her swivel chair to face him, then cupped her chin in his hand. “Just this one thing. I have to get my way on marriage because it’s what’s best for all concerned, and I expect the day to come when you’ll agree. I don’t think we have time to wait and hash it over.”

“Yes, we do,” she said. “You could take time to court me. We could get to know each other, and then you could propose like a normal person, instead of taking charge and getting your way.”

“By offering to end your family’s problems? I don’t think that’s too evil.” He was close and his gaze bored into her, making her weak-kneed as she argued with him. When he looked down at her mouth, taunting memories seized her. Her lips parted, tingled, and she couldn’t repress her blatant physical response. “Ashley,” he whispered, “You’re pregnant. Face it, I can make things easier for you.”

“It’s not evil, Ryan. It’s generous and wonderful, but arrogant, and you don’t know whether you’re getting us into a lasting relationship or not.”

“Who knows that for certain when they marry?” he asked, but she focused on his mouth and couldn’t think about his question.

“I’d like you in my arms and in my bed,” he said. “I want to love you and I don’t intend to wait.” He touched her cheek lightly. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

Her heart thudded at the last and she couldn’t get her breath. She ached to reach for him, yet knew this wasn’t the time nor place.

“You’re a handsome charmer who weaves spells,” she accused. “I’m caught in one and don’t like it.”

“Stop fighting me. Stop resisting both of us. You feel some of what I do. I can see it in your eyes and hear it in your voice and feel it in your throbbing veins.”

She turned away. “That has little to do with what I want,” she said.

She saw him study her. “Did you go to work today?”

“Yes, I did,” she replied stiffly.

“That surprises me. I thought you might stay home.”

“I left the office early,” she said coolly. “And I didn’t share my plans with anyone.”

“Did you leave ahead of time to get ready for tonight, or because you couldn’t work for thinking about our marriage?”

“If you must know, I couldn’t work. It was not to get ready for a big evening out with you,” she lied.

He fanned himself with his hand. “If mere looks could set me on fire, I’d be blazing away right now.”

“You’re immune to looks from me.”

“Au contraire,” he said in a lower voice, leaning forward. “You give me looks that can melt me or fry me to a crisp.”

“I don’t believe that,” she said, but there wasn’t any firmness in her voice, and warmth stole along her veins at his statement. Could she really have that effect on him? She turned away to look out the window in silence.

When they flew over Houston, the sun had set and lights had blinked on, a dazzling display far below. Ashley watched for a few minutes, entranced by the sparkle before she turned around. Her heart missed a beat when she met Ryan’s steady gaze.

“I wondered if you’re as dazzled as I am by this scene out the window, but I see you’re not. You’re burned out on flying, I suppose.”

“No,” he said, leaning closer. “I’ll never get enough of this view,” he said, looking directly at her.

She inhaled swiftly. “Stop flirting, Ryan.”

“Why? That’s the sizzle in life—getting to flirt with you, seeing where I can go with it, letting my imagination run.”

She smiled and received an enticing, warm grin from him as he leaned forward to touch the corner of her mouth with the tip of his finger. “That’s more like it.”

The announcement from the pilot about landing broke into their conversation, and they both tightened their seat belts.

A uniformed driver in a limousine met Ryan and Ashley and drove them to a hotel. At the top-floor restaurant they were seated at a linen-covered table in a quiet corner. A pianist played old favorites in the background; candles burned at the tables; and fresh roses filled the centerpiece vases.

“If you’re trying to impress me, you’re succeeding,” she said, watching two couples circling the small dance floor across the room.

“Good. I hope I can impress you a great deal more than this.” Candlelight flickered, highlighting his prominent cheekbones and causing his black lashes to cast shadows there. If only he hadn’t insisted on marriage, she thought, and then realized she was succumbing to the seductive trappings and to Ryan.

Their waiter brought menus, and after they had placed orders and were alone, Ryan stood and took her hand. “Let’s dance before dinner,” he suggested. Her immediate reaction was eagerness, swiftly tempered by caution as she placed her hand in his and went to the dance floor.

She walked into his arms and into memories of his lean, muscular body.

This was the second time she’d danced with him and it opened a Pandora’s box of devilish longing that taunted her. Yet she was as conscious of the present as the past. She was aware of the warmth of his body, the cottony smell of his freshly laundered shirt, the strong column of his neck where her hand rested. Their legs brushed and she looked up to meet his gaze, and then couldn’t look away, caught completely, enveloped in desire.

“Stop fighting me, Ashley,” he whispered. “We’re good together, and you know it. And this is the best of all possible solutions.”

“Solutions? There, that says it all,” she exclaimed. “Am I the problem? Is the baby a problem?”

“I’m going to try my damnedest to win you over, because I know it’ll be worth every minute and all my efforts.”

He pulled her closer, wrapping her in his arms and putting his head against hers. Dancing was marvelous, another irresistible temptation with him. She relished being in his embrace and swaying with him, and there was no way she could deny it. Recollections swirled like smoke as she recalled too clearly being held close in his embrace when they had been naked in bed. Steadily and slowly, bit by bit, he was taking chunks of her heart now.

When the song stopped, a faster number started and Ashley danced with him, sexual tension building as she watched him move around her. The devouring looks he gave her made her fluttery and conjured up more memories of seductive moments with him. She felt needed and knew he had turned on the charm to get what he wished, but underneath all that appeal was a man of steel who was going to get his way no matter what he had to do.

With a pounding heart, she gazed up at him and wanted him. In spite of all her anger, she thrilled to his kisses and enjoyed being with him.

When the dance ended, she turned abruptly for their table. He caught up with her and took her arm.

“Now maybe I’ve worked up some kind of appetite,” he said when they’d sat. In minutes, he had his red wine and her water poured. He raised his glass in a toast. “Here’s to a fabulous marriage,” he said, waiting while she glared at him.

“How can you toast a sham marriage when you’ve coerced me into accepting?”

“Make the best of it,” he said lightly, still waiting.

Exasperated, she picked up her glass, touched his and took a sip.

With deliberation he set down his glass and reached across the table. “Give me your hand.”

Mystified, she did as he asked, watching his warm fingers encircle hers. “Since when do you want to hold hands through dinner? But then, I don’t really know you.”

“You will. We’ll discover each other, and that’s an exciting prospect. It’ll be a fulfillment of dreams.” His strong, warm hand closed gently around hers while he gazed into her eyes. “Ashley, marry me.”

“You’re asking again? I told you this morning I would. I assume this request comes with the same conditions.”

He gave an almost imperceptible nod as he reached in a pocket and produced a box. Opening it, he slid a ring on her finger.


Five

How many times was he going to surprise her? Stunned again, she stared for a moment at the sparkling, enormous diamond on a wide gold band, surrounded by a spray of smaller diamonds.

“Great heavens!” she exclaimed. She pulled her hand away to look down at the ring, which dazzled her. “That’s magnificent!” she exclaimed, glancing up at him. “I don’t understand.”

“What can’t you understand?” he asked, momentarily frowning. “I want you to be my wife. I’ve given you an engagement ring to seal the promise.”

“It’s worth a fortune, and there’s not one shred of love between us.”

“Stop reminding me,” he said somberly, and grasped her hand once more. “Look, I’ll ask you again to give us a chance to let love flourish. I wouldn’t do this otherwise.”

She wished she could believe him, but she couldn’t. “Ryan, if I weren’t pregnant, you’d pull out of this engagement so fast I’d be in a spin.”

Something flickered in the depths of his eyes, a confirmation to her of what she’d just declared. “I don’t know what I’d do, because I like the idea of marriage to you,” he said. “But that’s beside the point. There’s a baby to consider. Now, let’s make some plans.”

Shaking her head, she looked down at the ring, which was beautiful beyond her wildest dreams, and yet what she longed for, what was a lot more important than diamonds or a ring was his love.

Their waiter came and placed crystal plates with tossed greens in front of them.

As soon as they were alone again, Ryan took her hand once more. “Even if we break it off later, this will give the baby my name and a heritage. It will give me more rights to my child,” he said quietly, and she heard a note of steel in his voice that chilled her.

“Are you going to try to take this baby from me?” she asked, wondering about his intentions. Now that she’d discovered he had a ruthless streak, she found him an enigma.

“Never. I couldn’t ever hurt a child by taking it from its mother. This is my baby, and I’ll love it. You should know that much about me by now.”





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