The Marriage Of Inconvenience

“Well, it’s quite simple. You just have to pose as my husband for the day or so that they’re up here.” She flashed him a smile that nearly crumpled his knees.

“You’re the only one who’s ever had any kind of practice in the role.”

And practice they had. Long, steamy nights had often turned into languid, satisfying mornings. He cursed himself as his body started to respond to the memories.

She went on. “A few weeks after they leave, I’m scheduled to go back to their orchards to sign the deal. Right before the harvest. By then they’ll have realized how mutually beneficial the partnership is. And in return for your assistance, I help you expand Davet Computer Security Services to Europe. I read somewhere you were trying to find overseas clients. I present you as our security firm and help convince all our European partners to consider hiring you. And you have your expansion.”

He was about to tell her his latest trip had done just that. That he’d left London just last week with a deal to become the leading provider for a major British jewelry chain. Something stopped the words from forming on his tongue. It would be the simplest way to end this nonsense idea of hers. So why didn’t he just tell her she couldn’t help him?

Because he couldn’t deny the fact that a lot of this was indirectly his fault. Angeline’s current state of financial shortage and her lack of resources were in large part due to him and their marriage.

But he just couldn’t do what she was proposing. His soul would not be able to take such a pretense. He would help her, but he’d find another way.

Angel continued to smile. Man, it was hard to deny her anything when she looked at him like that. But this was too much, he just couldn’t go through with something like this.

“Angel. I’m sorry. I just can’t. What you’re suggesting, it’s just too far-fetched. Too much of a charade. Too much could go wrong.”

She lifted her palms in appeal. “But—”

“Angel, no. I’m sorry.”

She looked down at the floor. All the light seemed to have gone out of her. “Then I’m sorry to have wasted your time. I see now what a mistake it was to try to involve you.”

R.J. cursed silently. Nothing like a good dose of guilt to start out the day. He found himself selfishly replacing it with anger. “How could you even consider it, Angel? The two of us acting like a real couple?”

She looked up, a wealth of emotion in her eyes. Anger? “R.J. This isn’t about you and me.”

“It isn’t?”

“It’s a business deal. Nothing more.”

He tried not to flinch at that. “A deal where we have to pretend we’re still devoted to each other and together in every sense.”

“Just for one lousy night. I’m not asking for eternity.”

He rubbed a hand down his face in an effort to calm down.

“Listen, I’m sorry. But it’s just too ridiculous. The idea of us acting married again.”

Her gaze dropped to the floor once again. “Yes, I suppose it is.”

“How about we set aside some time? You, me and Shanna. We’ll put our heads together and come up with a plan.” Without thinking, he reached out and took her hand in his. Her skin was soft, silky. Experience reminded him she felt that way all over. He quickly let go.

Angeline sighed. “I’m afraid there’s no more time for that. It took you a bit longer to get back to me than I thought.”

She wasn’t looking at him. He had to strain to hear her. “The supplier will be here in less than a day. If you won’t do it, I’ll have to come up with something else. And fast.”

Like another man to play the part maybe? That thought had his gut tightening. Of course there had to be other men in her life. She was probably just too embarrassed to approach someone she cared about with something like this. Maybe she would even rush the divorce now so that she could go to someone else with her plea.

He knew what her response to his next question was going to be before he even asked it. “Let me put some money in the company, then. Consider it an investment. Or even a loan if you’d prefer.”

As he’d guessed, she started to shake her head before all the words even left his mouth. “I can’t let you do that. I know you’re trying to grow as well and need those funds for your own firm.”

He was about to protest when she stopped him. “And anyway, that would only be a temporary fix. This deal would actually make TeaLC profitable for years to come. We’d become sole retailer in the United States for a revolutionary beverage.”

She was right. No amount of money he could extend would make up for the loss of that kind of opportunity. “Angel, I’ll come up with something.”

Her eyes softened, but she didn’t reply. Instead, she opened the door and leaned into the outside foyer. “Shanna, would you mind seeing R.J. out, please?”

Turning back to face him, she gave him a tight smile. “Thanks for coming, R.J. It was nice seeing you again. Sorry to have wasted your time.” She stepped aside to let him out of her office. And out of her life once more.

CHAPTER TWO

SHANNA SEEMED TO be taking her time summoning the elevator. And R.J. wanted nothing more than to get out of the building fast. Away from the memories, away from his ex. Only she wasn’t really his ex. Not yet.

“Did you grab a cup of tea on your way up?” Shanna asked while they waited.

“Uh, no.” He tried to sound polite. “That looks like quite an operation you have on the first floor, though.”

Shanna nodded. “It’s one of our biggest cafés.”

He didn’t respond. His mind was still reeling. The shock of seeing Angel again after all this time—he had to get out of here and find a punching bag or a weight bench. Anything to help him vent the frustration of not being able to touch her. Or help her. He had to think, to try to come up with a different solution. One that didn’t involve the disaster she was floating.

“You should stop in.” Shanna interrupted his thoughts. “The pastries are to die for. And the tea of the day is an Indian Spicy Chai that will curl your toes.” She lifted a pencil to her chin and looked him over. “Then again, you might want to order something decaffeinated.”

He had to laugh at her reference to his agitation. “Angel’s lucky to have an assistant with such a flair for advertising. I think I will stop down for a cup.”

“Great. Make sure to tip the server well. She’s in a bit of dire straits.”

“Yeah?” R.J. asked with mild curiosity as the elevator doors opened. He stepped aside as Shanna stepped in and then followed.

“Yes, a single mother with a toddler to support. We’re one of the highest payers. But toddlers can be expensive.”

“I’ll tip handsomely, then.”

“Good.”

Shanna continued. “Our store manager has a lot on her mind, too. A young child with severe asthma. The medical insurance she gets through her job at TeaLC is absolutely crucial. Then there’s Suzan. She’s a college student who has to save every penny.”

R.J. stilled as understanding dawned. He refused to be manipulated. “Why are you telling me all this?” he demanded, knowing it was wrong to take his agitation out on her.

Shanna whirled on him. “Because those are the kind of people who are going to be affected if this business doesn’t stay profitable.”

R.J. blinked at her suddenness. This was getting ridiculous. “Shanna, you know me well enough to realize I’d do anything I can to prevent that, but... But this isn’t a plan, it’s a fiasco. I’ll find a way to help. Just not this.”

Shanna actually snorted. “Shame. This deal would have been the perfect way to grow our company and secure our employees’ futures. She sank her whole trust fund into this place. There’s not a penny of it left. And she won’t even consider going to her father.”

R.J. clamped down on the anger that surged through his chest at the mention of the man who’d sired Angeline. Water under the bridge now, but it still stung. As for Shanna, he wasn’t sure what to say to her.

Shanna blew out a breath. “Unlike the rest of her wealthy family, Angeline cares about giving back to the community. It’s one of the major reasons she’s fighting so hard to keep this place going.”

He had no reason to, but he felt a sense of pride nevertheless. “How?”

“We work with the local women’s shelters, try to place those ladies when an opening comes up. Single mothers, ladies trying to figure out how to stand on their own two feet. Sometimes the money we can offer isn’t great, but it’s better than nothing. And it gives them a chance to be productive and useful. But it’s an expensive business strategy. We spend the time and money to train regardless of past experience. And turnover’s higher than standard for the industry. It’s the primary reason we’re not as profitable as we could be. But it’s worth it. Just to be able to give those women a chance to move on.”

A chance to move on. Would his own childhood have turned out differently if his own family had had such a chance? If his mother had found a way to get them away from his abusive, alcoholic mess of a father?

He shook off the memories, focusing on what Shanna had just said. He’d stopped reading about Angeline and TeaLC in the business journals because it had just become too painful. Seeing her beautiful smiling face in print. So confident, so content. Content to be without him.

“I didn’t know. How many TeaLC employees fall into this category?”

“About twenty to thirty percent. A few in every store in the States.”

“It does sound like a costly program.” Another unsettling thought occurred to him. “Have there been threats? Ex-husbands or past boyfriends?” A lot of women in shelters had to be running from abusive partners. Something he had firsthand knowledge of.

Shanna smiled. She looked pretty proud, too. “Sure there have. Angeline won’t let that stop her. There’s a security presence in every store, and each one is alarmed to the hilt. The public knows we won’t take any chances with our employees, so nobody’s tried anything.”

“She’s not one to back down, is she?”

“No, she’s not. And you have no idea how much it took for her to ask you this.”

R.J. bit out another oath. He looked up at the ceiling and exhaled slowly, wearily. So much for not being manipulated. He fished his phone out of his pocket.

“What are you doing?” Shanna asked as the elevator jolted to a stop.

He started dialing. “I have to call my secretary and tell her my schedule has changed for the next couple of days. Where’s the nearest jewelry store?”

Shanna’s dark brows lifted over her piercing blue eyes. “Why?”

“Married people wear rings.”

* * *

“That feels good doesn’t it, sweetie? I know it feels good.” Angeline stroked a loving hand over the warm, eager body nestling closer to her.

“You’ve missed me haven’t you?” Moist, soft eyes looked back at her with enthusiasm. Here was total acceptance, unconditional love. Right now it was exactly what she needed.

“I saw him again today, you know,” she continued.

A knowing grunt responded.

“He came back, Max. He came back and he’s going to do it.” She stopped and took a deep sigh. “I didn’t want him to know about the women. He wasn’t supposed to want to do it because of them. But he knows now, and he’s going to help.”

The brown eyes staring at her started to droop with sleepiness. “Anyway, he did that thing he always does, where he just sort of takes command and handles all the details with efficiency and haste. He studied all the sales projections and started doing some research on Mondolavia. The whole office was eating out of his hand.” She frowned. “Especially my female crew. They couldn’t do enough for him.

“Still, I didn’t realize how much I’d missed that. To be able to rely on someone else without worrying about appearing weak or out of control. I’ve always loved the take-charge quality about him. And, of course, he’s still as handsome as I remember.”

She stopped for a long sigh. “Oh, Max, I think I might be making a huge mistake here.

“Anyway.” Angeline shifted. “He’s on his way over.”

Max lifted his head at the announcement.

“That’s right.” She looked around the plush, Eastern decor of her condo. Would he like it? She was surprised to realize that it mattered to her. A burgundy-and-black patterned Oriental rug adorned the hardwood floor. It matched the draperies that hung from the bay windows on each wall. The full-floor condominium had a large kitchen and two bedrooms positioned on opposite sides. A far cry from the one-bedroom apartment they’d shared off campus for their brief union as man and wife.

“He’s bringing over some of his stuff,” she continued to her captive audience of one. “We have to look like a genuine married couple.”

The chime of the doorbell interrupted them. Max moved himself off the sofa and made a mad dash to the door.

“Traitor,” Angeline mumbled.

On shaky legs, she went to let R.J. in. As soon as she opened the door, Max barreled into him.

R.J. laughed in surprise. Bracing himself, he looked across the threshold at her. “I can’t believe he remembers me.”

She smiled. Max had been the poor soul to hear all about her foolish pining since R.J. had left. She hadn’t given him a chance to forget R.J.’s name.

“Is he still chewing the rugs?” R.J. asked as he picked up the dog.

Angeline nodded. “Yeah, the vet says it’s just something some breeds do.”

She stepped aside to let him in. He was dressed casual, black tailored pants with a V-neck beige sweater that showed just a triangle of dark chest hair. Even with the lanky dog still in his arms, he looked like the phenomenal success that he was.

“I didn’t know he had a breed,” R.J. said and carried the dog in. “I thought he was just a small furry black mutt.”

“He is,” she replied. “But somewhere in that confusion is a breed that feasts on fabric fibers.”

Angeline watched as he playfully wrestled Max to the floor. His tan skin reminded her of the bronze statues she’d studied while in Europe. His large shoulders shook with laughter as Max nipped at his face. A hint of sorrow hit her as she realized he’d missed their hound but resented having to see her again.

He straightened after several moments of playful tussling. A slight sheen of perspiration dampened his brow.

The amusement faded from his face as he looked at her. It was replaced by something foreign, something she couldn’t name. But it had her quaking.

She cleared her throat. “So, I see you found the place okay?”

He nodded.

“It’s pretty humid out there, isn’t it?” Lord, she hated small talk.

“Yeah, I guess there’s a huge storm on its way east.”

“I hope the Bays’ flight doesn’t get canceled.” She forced a smile. “Logan still shuts down at the hint of a raindrop.”

He nodded, his stare intense.

She closed the door and turned to face him.

“Here.” He held out his hand to her. A large stone glittered in his palm. “Your ring.”

She reached for it. “I—I didn’t realize you were going to get a ring. It’s lovely.”

“I tried to find a large one,” he said. “In case Tavov and Mila are wondering why you don’t always wear it, they’ll just assume it’s because of its large size.”

“Well, it is a big stone.” She picked it up, a part of her wishing he’d slip it on her finger himself.

“We have to look authentic. I rented it, along with a band for myself.”

A lump formed in her throat. “I still have my original wedding ring,” she admitted, unsure why.

“Oh.” He cleared his throat. “Well, I needed to get one. Besides, a large diamond is far more suited to you. Always has been.”

She wasn’t sure how to respond to that. An uncomfortable silence settled between them. He hadn’t even held on to that small symbol of their marriage. It shouldn’t have disappointed her, but it did.

“Anyway,” R.J. continued, “I brought over a few things so it looks like I live here when your guests arrive tomorrow.” He lifted the leather carrying case in his hand. “The rest will be delivered in the morning. Just show me where I can put it and I’ll have to be on my way.” He was brusque, to the point. R.J. clearly didn’t want to spend any more time alone with her than he had to.

“I emptied part of the closet. It’s through those doors,” she directed him.

She wanted him to stay. It had been so long since they had talked to each other.

“Can I get you something to drink? Some tea? Or wine? I happen to have some of the red I know you like.” She happened to have it because she’d searched all of the North End’s Italian district for it.

“Used to like,” he corrected her. “I don’t drink that anymore.”

“Oh.” A dull ache nestled in her chest. She didn’t even know what he liked anymore.

So much for having him stay awhile.

An idea began to form. “Well. That might be a problem,” she said with more enthusiasm than she should have.

“What? That I don’t drink the same wine I used to?”

“No, that we’re supposed to be happily married still and we don’t know anything about each other now. I think we need to discuss this. Get our stories straight for the dinner conversation tomorrow night.”

She started pacing along the long coffee table in the middle of the room. Max walked with her a few steps before settling himself near the fireplace.

“There are all sorts of things I need to know about you, all kinds of questions I should ask, and vice versa.”

R.J. looked uncomfortable for a moment. Letting out a deep breath, he rubbed his palm over his face. “I suppose you’re right.” He sat down on the sofa. “Looks like I’ll need some of that wine after all,” he added with a dry tone.

An almost giddy relief washed over her. He would stay. “I’ll be right back,” she said and ran into the kitchen.

When she returned, Max was snoring and R.J. had settled himself comfortably on the sofa.

“All right, let’s start easy. How hard was it to start your firm?” she asked as she poured the glasses.

He lifted his head to look at her. “That’s easy?”

“No? Okay, we’ll get back to that one. What’s your favorite dish now?”

“Franks and beans.”

She felt her stomach turn over. “I’ve always hated franks and beans.”

“I know.”

She waved her hand. “Okay, what do you like to drink? I know it’s not this anymore.” She indicated the glass she was handing him.

“Ouzo. I like ouzo.”

“Ouzo? Isn’t that a bit hard-core?” Although it made sense, because so was he. He’d always been a firm man, but now he seemed harsher somehow, colder and more distant.

“I just got back from the Mediterranean and found I’d acquired an appreciation for it. It tastes like liquid licorice with a punch.”

She tried not to turn up her nose. “I’ve always hated licorice.”

He waited a beat. “I know.”

“All right, let’s move on. What music are you listening to these days?”

“A little bit of everything, really. Except Armstrong. I don’t like Louis Armstrong at all. Much too lax and easy for me.”

This wasn’t going well. “I love Louis Armstrong.”

“I know.”

It dawned on her suddenly. “You’re teasing me.”

The corner of his mouth lifted.

She leaned a knee next to him on the couch and gave him a useless shove on the shoulder. “Robert James Davet, you’ve been teasing me all this time with contradictory pretend answers.”

He reached up and tapped a playful finger on her nose. “I guess I must know more about you than you think.”

Electricity crackled between them. She had the sudden urge to ask him the questions that were running through her mind. The same ones she’d been seeking the answers to every day for the past three years.

Is there someone special in your life now?

Has someone been lucky enough to snare your interest and attention the way I used to?

She cleared her throat. “What’s the last book you’ve read?”

He told her, but it didn’t register.

She nodded. “What do you do in your spare time?”

Do you still like to linger in bed Saturday mornings?

“Work,” he answered.

That much she should have guessed. “What’s been your proudest achievement?”

“The phenomenal growth of Davet Security Services.”

Ditto.

“And your greatest failure?”

He hesitated, staring at her, almost looking right through her. His eyes were full of meaning. A gust of wind rattled the windows outside. Understanding dawned on her, and she felt a wrenching ache start around the area of her heart.

He was thinking about the two of them. She knew it. He was thinking their marriage was his biggest mistake.

She tried to pretend the world hadn’t crashed in around her. Slowly seating herself on the ottoman in front of him, she tried to change the direction of the conversation. She would somehow get past the burning pain. “I bet you haven’t changed the way you drink your coffee. Or the predawn workouts you never skipped.”

He nodded.

She decided to go on. “And I’m guessing you can still ride a motorcycle like a daredevil. I bet your pool game is as smooth as it used to be. And something tells me your poker hand has lightened casino coffers all over the world these past couple of years.” She looked up to see a muscle twitch in the hard set of his jaw.

He leaned toward her, a scant inches from her face. “That’s right, Angel. I still have all the characteristics that made me an unfit son-in-law for the Scott dynasty.”

She bit her lip. “That’s not what I was getting at.” Looking away, she added, “I’m so sorry for everything you were put through. My father can be a ruthless man.”

R.J. sniffed an ironic laugh. “A ruthless man who had definite ideas about whom you should marry. And it wasn’t anyone like me.”

She should have been prepared for this, should have seen it coming. Damn her father and his ideals for her future. He’d done everything he could to make sure R.J. knew he thought he wasn’t good enough. “Maybe this isn’t the time to get into all this.”

“Why not? Don’t talk about my background? Don’t talk about who I am? Who I’ve always been.”

“That’s not what I mean.” He was putting words in her mouth.

“What do you mean, then?” he asked. “You know me well enough, Angel. You know I’m South End litter, from the part of Boston people like you avoid.”

“That’s not true. I’ve always been impressed with what you’ve managed to accomplish despite everything. You know that.”

He let out a sarcastic laugh. “Is that why you came on to me that night at the campus party? Was it some type of debutante bet? To see who could win a token from the wrong side of the city?”

She lifted her chin. “I came on to you because I wanted to. Because of the way you were looking at me.”

“But we both should have known better. It was against all the rules, you were out of my league.” He let out a weary sigh. “I should have stayed away from you. As your father made crystal clear.”

Like it could have been so easy. “What about what we were starting to feel?”

His sharp features seemed to take on an even more angular set. She felt compelled to continue, perhaps foolishly. “I know it wasn’t my imagination, R.J. I know I saw attraction in your face those first few times we ran into each other.” Her voice came out in a whisper. An imaginary fist had wrapped itself around her throat, its fingers strong and relentless.

He leaned back into the cushions, putting some distance between them. “I remember you’ve never had a problem being bold.”

She cleared her throat. “Then we have changed after all. Because I certainly don’t feel that way now.”

“Perhaps I’d better go.”

“Are you walking out on me? Just because the conversation has gotten a little serious? Again?”

His laugh was sharp. “Now, that’s an interesting question. If I recall, I asked you to come with me. As long as we’re remembering, we may as well be accurate.”