Bride For A Year. Kathryn Ross
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try to flatter me, Brad,’ she told him shakily. ‘I mean it. I’m not going along with this business deal of yours. I’m a romantic. When I many, it will be for love, not business.’
‘I can send roses,’ he said casually.
‘It would take more than roses to win me around now,’ she said bluntly. ‘After the way you treated my father.’
‘Let’s not go through that again. Your father’s problems were of his own making,’ he said derisively.
‘I’m sure you would like nothing better than for what you did to be forgotten,’ she said abrasively. ‘But that isn’t going to happen. I’ll never forget nor forgive how you stabbed my father in the back. He died a broken and bitter man and you contributed to that... I hate you for it—’
‘For hell’s sake, Paige, grow up.’ He cut across her words with contempt. ‘Your father was a foolish man; he ruined himself...’ He leaned across the table, meeting the fierce glitter of her eyes. ‘Shall I tell you why his finances were in such a bad state? Shall I tell you the truth?’
She frowned, her heart thudding overtime. ‘What do you mean? I know everything there is to know.’
For the briefest second she saw indecision in his dark eyes. Then he shrugged. ‘Your father was weak, Paige, and the sooner you face up to that the better.’
‘He didn’t have very many good words to say about you either,’ she said succinctly. ‘He said you were hard and ruthless. And, judging by the offer you are making me, I’d say he was right.’
His eyebrows rose. ‘If offering to write off the money still owing to me, offering to rebuild and invest in this vineyard then hand it back to you in twelve months is your opinion of cold and ruthless, then there is no point in us talking any further.’ He put his coffee cup down on the table.
‘Just tell me this, Brad.’ She stopped him as he made to move towards the door. ‘How come you can afford to write off my father’s loan now and yet when we begged you for some extra time to pay you back you refused flat?’
He stopped and looked at her. ‘I had very good reasons for doing what I did, Paige. I’m asking you to take my word for it.’
There was something about his tone that rang with sincerity. She felt confused suddenly.
He saw the shadows in her eyes, the grief, and he moved towards her.
‘Don’t, Brad.’ She moved back from him. ‘Don’t touch me. I mean it when I say I hate you.’
‘No, you don’t.’ He shook his head. ‘You’re scared of the future and you are desperately grieving for your father, but you don’t hate me.’
‘I’m not scared of anything,’ she told him staunchly.
His eyes moved gently over her pale skin, the soft, vulnerable curve of her lips. ‘I’ve known you since you were thirteen years of age, Paige Jackson, and I know every expression that flits across that beautiful face almost better than I know my own reflection in the mirror. I know you are hurting now...and I want you to believe that I want to make things better for you.’ He touched her face, raising it so she was forced to look up at him. ‘I want to kiss those trembling lips and hold you and tell you that you are never going to have to worry about anything again.’
She bit down on her lip. The strange thing was that despite everything she had been telling him she wanted him to kiss her, to hold her. She was so bewildered by the range of emotions inside her that she didn’t know what to think any more.
His thumb brushed the softness of her skin. ‘I’m sorry I said the things I did about your father, about him being weak. I shouldn’t have said anything.’
‘No, you shouldn’t have.’ Her eyes ached suddenly with the effort not to cry.
‘I want you to believe me when I say I always liked your father, Paige. I certainly wasn’t out to ruin him.’
Paige didn’t answer; her heart was beating so fiercely against her chest that she felt sure he would be able to hear it. His closeness was making all sorts of strange emotions surface with an intensity she couldn’t stem.
‘We won’t talk about the past again, all right?’ He lowered his voice to a gentle, persuasive tone. ‘The future is all that matters now. Let’s go out for lunch and discuss it together in a positive manner.’
Paige frowned. What was her future? Leaving everything and everyone she had ever known and loved, and that included Brad Monroe, starting again in a strange town? But if she stayed and married Brad, how would she feel in a year’s time when the marriage was over? She would have her home back, but would she really be able to pick up the pieces of her life, forget that she had shared a year with Brad, forget that she had shared his bed and act as if nothing had happened? She didn’t think she was capable of that, but then going away seemed an equally harsh solution.
‘Say you’ll marry me, Paige, and I’ll look after you.’
‘I don’t need looking after,’ she said fiercely. ‘I can look after myself.’
‘OK. say yes and we’ll work out the details later.’ He grinned at her. Then he leaned down and kissed her.
The sweetness of his lips against hers sent a shock of pleasure spinning deep inside her. She made no attempt to pull away from him; instead, some deeper, stronger instinct seemed to take over and she found herself reaching out, resting her hands against the warmth of his chest. He smelled wonderful—of expensive soap. She could feel the heat of him emanating through her, warming the coldness that had gripped her since her father’s death. She closed her eyes and found that she wanted to lean against him weakly, that she wanted just to give in and say, Let’s give it a go.
When he pulled back from her she looked up at him, feeling totally dazed. ‘Can you hear ringing?’ she murmured, feeling disorientated.
He smiled. ‘I think you’ll find it’s your phone.’
‘Oh!’ She stepped back from him. He sounded so...together, unaffected, and she felt so totally opposite to that, it was embarrassing. With difficulty she gathered herself together and crossed to pick up the phone.
‘Paige? It’s Ron Harrison here, Brad’s estate manager. Sorry to disturb you, but is he there?’
‘Yes...yes, he is.’ Paige held out the phone to Brad. ‘It’s for you.’
The slightest touch of his fingers against hers made her pulses start to quicken again.
‘Yes?’ His voice was brisk. Then he glanced at his watch. ‘OK; no, it doesn’t matter. I’ll come back and deal with it right away.’ His tone was businesslike.
He put the receiver down and turned to look at her. ‘I’m sorry, Paige, I’ll have to skip lunch. Problems at the vineyard.’
‘That’s OK.’ Paige shrugged and felt compelled to try to restore her protective barriers against him. ‘I wasn’t going to have lunch with you anyway.’
He smiled as if he didn’t believe that for a moment, as if he knew dam well he had got under her skin with that kiss. ‘We’ll have dinner instead,’ he asserted. ‘I’ll pick you up tomorrow night, seven-thirty.’
‘I don’t think so, Brad.’ She sounded as emotionally torn as she felt.
He grinned. ‘I won’t be late, so make sure you are ready on time.’ Then he swung out of the house. Paige watched him strolling towards the car, confident, very self-assured.
Her heart was thumping as if she had been running a race. She was still in love with Brad Monroe; the truth was very stark, very obvious in that moment and she hated herself for it.
This was the man who had betrayed her father, she told herself, but hidden behind the feelings of guilt and disloyalty to her father’s memory there was a