Acknowledgment

       Special thanks and acknowledgment are given

       to Patricia A. Kay for her contribution to the

       SECRET LIVES OF SOCIETY WIVES miniseries.

      Contents

      Acknowledgment

      Chapter One

      Chapter Two

      Chapter Three

      Chapter Four

      Chapter Five

      Chapter Six

      Chapter Seven

      Chapter Eight

      Chapter Nine

      Chapter Ten

      Chapter Eleven

      Chapter Twelve

      Coming Next Month

      One

      Felicity Farnsworth stopped her Toyota Highlander just outside the entrance to Rosedale Farms and took a deep breath to calm her jittery nerves. She dreaded her upcoming encounter with Reed Kelly. But she’d put the meeting off long enough. Now, even if she’d wanted to, she could no longer do so. Not since Madeline Newhouse had insisted her daughter Portia’s wedding photos simply had to be taken at Rosedale.

      Felicity was a wedding planner, the owner of Weddings By Felicity, the most successful event-planning business in Fairfield County, Connecticut. Her weddings were all spectacular, and the Newhouse wedding promised to be the most spectacular of all, for Portia was the adored only daughter of Alex Newhouse, the famous actor. And he had decreed that no expense should be spared when it came to his beautiful daughter’s wedding.

      So if Madeline wanted Portia’s wedding photos taken at Rosedale, Felicity had to make that happen. Otherwise, she would be risking her hard-won success. And forfeiting the chance to be recommended by Madeline to her wide circle of free-spending friends.

      Felicity took another deep, steadying breath, released the brake and drove slowly through the arched portal leading into Rosedale. Yet no matter how she cautioned herself to remain calm, her heartbeat picked up speed the closer she got to the main building, which housed Reed’s office.

      Reed.

      Felicity hadn’t seen him since her best friend Emma Dearborn had broken her engagement to him, throwing him over for Garrett Keating. How was Reed taking the breakup? Was he devastated? Maybe he wouldn’t want to see Felicity or anyone else associated with Emma. Maybe he hated all the Debs who were in Emma’s close circle of friends. If he did, Felicity certainly wouldn’t blame him.

      Yet as uneasy as she was about seeing Reed, Felicity couldn’t deny an underlying flicker of excitement. It was so ironic that the only man to interest her since her miserable ex of a husband had betrayed her and robbed her blind was Reed. That interest had sparked while Felicity was planning his wedding to Emma, and no matter how Felicity had fought it, telling herself Reed was off-limits, it had refused to go away.

      But Reed was no longer her best friend’s fiancé.

      In fact, Reed was now available.

      No, I’m not going there. Not, not, not…

      After her divorce, Felicity had made a promise to herself. She’d vowed to spend her time and energy rebuilding her life and her fortune. Period. Because obviously she had rotten judgment when it came to men. What she’d thought was love on her ex’s part had been opportunism, nothing more. He’d used her, and Felicity had no intention of ever being used again.

      So no matter how attracted to him you are, put sexy, available Reed Kelly out of your mind and stay focused on your goals—goals that do not include marriage or any other kind of permanent commitment to a man.

      Arriving at the main building, Felicity pulled in and parked. Then she briskly climbed out of her truck, put on her game face and walked up the three shallow concrete steps into Reed’s domain.

      “Oh, hi, Ms. Farnsworth.”

      Felicity smiled at the pretty young girl who sat working at a computer in Reed’s office. She recognized her as one of his nieces, but wasn’t sure which one she was. “Hi. Is Reed around?”

      The girl—who looked to be about fifteen or sixteen—nodded. “He’s out back in the stables. Want me to go get him?”

      “No, that’s okay. I’ll walk back there.” Felicity preferred to see Reed alone. Especially if his reaction to her visit was anywhere close to what she feared.

      Heading back to the stables, Felicity was grateful that the walkway was paved. The last thing she wanted was to ruin her Jimmy Choo mules, which had eaten up a big chunk of her disposable income last month. Shoes were Felicity’s big weakness—some might even say her obsession. Currently she owned more than eighty pairs, and she still kept buying new ones.

      Sometimes she felt guilty over the amount of money she spent on shoes, but she didn’t allow those feelings to last long. After all, she worked hard. The cash she spent was hers, earned by that hard work. It wasn’t as if she was spending some man’s money.

      No, it was the other way around. Sam spent all my money, she thought bitterly. She wondered how long it would take to get over the fact she’d been stupid enough to let her husband dip his hands into her inheritance from her parents.

      “Felicity!”

      Felicity blinked. She’d been so lost in her thoughts she hadn’t even seen the approach of Max Weldon, Reed’s trainer and assistant manager. A former jockey, Max topped out at five foot one and a hundred pounds, but his deep voice belied his size.

      She smiled. “Hi, Max.” Max and her father had been very good friends, even though Max was closer to Felicity’s age than to her father’s.

      Max’s brown eyes gazed up at her with fondness. “Been a while since I’ve seen you. What’re you doing out here? You in the market for a horse?”

      Felicity shook her head. “I don’t have the time to ride anymore. No, I’ve got to see Reed about a business proposition.” From the curious expression on Max’s face, she knew he was dying to know what kind of business proposition she could possibly have that would interest Reed, but he was too polite to ask.

      “Well, he’s in the stables,” Max said.

      “Thanks. Tell Paulette I said hi.” Paulette was Max’s wife.

      “Will do.”

      They said goodbye, then headed in opposite directions.

      Nearing the stables, Felicity heard a soft whinny, then the unmistakable low voice of a man.

      Reed.