Society Wives: Secret Lives: The Rags-To-Riches Wife. Jennifer Greene
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was supposed to take us there and I screwed things up by dismissing the driver and taking my own car. But I told them we’d take a rain check. I hope that’s okay. I thought you might prefer spending some time here, getting used to your new home.”
“That’s fine and yes, I would. Thank you,” she said.
“Have you had a chance to look around yet?”
“Just the living room and the sunroom.”
“Do you want me to give you the rest of the tour?”
“I’d like that,” she said.
The rest of the house consisted of a formal dining room with a fireplace, paneled walls, mirrored china closets and corner cabinets. The family dining annex had French doors that offered a natural flow out to two great covered porches with ceiling fans. One of the porches had mahogany screens and a fireplace perfect for curling up next to with a book. The country kitchen was custom-made with marble counters, tile floors, glass-fronted cabinets, a teak island for chopping and a six-burner commercial stove. The large bay window looked perfect for a family breakfast table and she could easily see herself, Jack and their baby sitting there.
“The library is this way,” Jack said.
The library was cozy. Paneled with old barn siding, it had another great fireplace and coffered ceiling. There was an adjacent bar room with a fridge and ice-maker and a second powder room.
“And this is what I guess you’d call a family room,” Jack said as he led her into another large room with a stone fireplace and a coffered ceiling.
Lily moved about the room, took in the details. Built-in bookcases and cabinets completely encircled the room and the cabinets and ceilings were beautifully striated. Oversize chairs, two couches with undertones of forest-green and taupes. It was definitely a man’s home. And there lying across the arm of one of the big overstuffed couches was the afghan from her apartment. She walked over to the couch, picked it up and held it to her breast. When she brought her gaze to Jack’s again, her voice came out in a hoarse whisper as she asked, “How did this get here?”
“I brought it,” he confessed. “While you were getting ready this morning, I went over to your apartment and convinced your building manager to let me inside so I could pick up a few of your things.”
“But why?”
“You said you didn’t have time this week to see the house or move any of your stuff. I know the rushed wedding, coming here, it’s all been hard for you. I thought if you had a few of your things here, it might make you feel more comfortable.”
“That was very thoughtful of you. Thank you.” His kindness and sensitivity moved her. She was coming to realize that kind, sensitive gestures were not uncommon for Jack. She’d known he was a kind and giving man from his work on the board. He hadn’t simply opened his checkbook to help sustain the work they did at Eastwick Cares, he had also given of his time and himself. She’d also seen the way he interacted with his family. Even with his somewhat overbearing aunt Olivia he had shown nothing but patience and caring. She might not have planned this baby, but the better she got to know Jack the more convinced she was that he was going to be a wonderful father to their child. The truth was he would be the perfect husband for her in every way—if only he had married her out of love instead of duty.
“I’ll arrange to pick up the rest of your things and your furniture next week and move it in here.”
“Somehow, I don’t think my furniture will blend very well with your things,” she told him, which was the truth. Her furniture was like her—plain, inexpensive, only reproductions of fine antiques. Whereas Jack’s furniture was like him—elegant, pricy and genuine antiques passed down through generations.
“We’ll make it work,” he assured her. “I meant what I said, Lily. I want you to feel comfortable here. This is your home now, too. So if there’s anything you don’t like about the house, feel free to change it. Or if you decide you don’t like the house itself, that you’d rather a live in different architectural style, just say the word and we’ll look for another place.”
“No. I love the house, Jack. Really. It’s warm and welcoming.” She looked at him. “It’s beautiful just the way it is. I wouldn’t change a thing.”
“All right. But if you change your mind, just say so. I swear it won’t bother me a bit. The important thing to me is that you and the baby are happy here. The vows I took today, I meant them, Lily. I want this marriage to work. I want us to build a life together.”
“So do I,” she admitted and there was something about the way he looked at her that made her heart beat just a tad faster.
“I know we haven’t discussed it much, but I want this to be a real marriage. I want to be a real husband to you and a father to our baby.”
“I understand.” She did understand, Lily told herself. Jack was a sexy, virile man. He was also an honest one. He wasn’t the type of man who would cheat on his wife even if he didn’t love that wife.
“I’m glad.” He cupped her cheek. “Did you want to rest a while? Or would you like me to show you the upstairs?”
The upstairs was just as impressive as the main floor. There were four bedrooms with baths as well as a sitting room with a fireplace. A huge office with ceiling beams and bamboo trim led to an outdoor terrace. Glass-fronted linen closets and a handy laundry chute lined one section of the hallway. There was another suite with a bath and a private wing that she could have fitted her entire apartment into.
“This leads to the attic,” Jack explained, indicating a set of stairs. “We can save viewing it for another time. I’m a little worried about you climbing the narrow steps. But it has two bedrooms, a full bath, a sitting area and a playroom.”
“A playroom?”
He grinned. “I’m told the original owners had five children.”
Lily swallowed. “Five?”
“Sounds like a lot in this day and age, doesn’t it? I imagine it wouldn’t be easy to have a family that size. There were just three of us and mealtimes alone were crazy. But as nuts as my family makes me at times, I wouldn’t trade any of them. And there’s a part of me that thinks it might be nice to have a house filled with kids.”
It sounded nice to her, too, Lily admitted silently.
“The master bedroom is down this way,” he said and Lily followed him down the hall. He opened the door and motioned for her to enter.
The master bedroom was actually a suite and every bit as lovely as the rest of the house. A stone fireplace took up one wall. A huge mahogany bed took up another. There was a couch and there were more overstuffed chairs. Everything had been done in varying shades of brown, ranging from ivory to mocha. The adjoining bath had his-and-hers sinks, a steam shower and a tub big enough to swim in. There was even some high-tech television built into the mirrored bath wall. Again, it was a room designed for a man.
“This door over here connects to the room next door. I thought you might want to use that room as a nursery. It’s close, so we’d be able to hear the baby cry or to handle late-night feedings.”
Lily didn’t miss the we and knew that he expected them to share the room and the big bed. And the truth was, she re minded herself, there was no reason they shouldn’t. Yet despite the wedding ring on her finger and the baby growing inside, she couldn’t help feeling cheated.
“The dressing rooms and closets are over here. My things are in here,” he said and led her into a huge walk-in dressing area and closet. He flipped the light switch and revealed a closet lined with dozens and dozens of suits, shirts, ties and shoes—all neatly arranged on racks and shelves. “I thought you could use this one, but we can swap if you’d like,” he offered and opened the door to another dressing room.
She walked over to the vanity table and stared down at her own brush, mirror and the cut-glass perfume