The Man You'll Marry

by Debbie Macomber

  Several people were looking in their direction, although Jordan seemed unaware of it. Jill, however, keenly felt the interested glances. Not exactly a comfortable feeling, especially when one’s mouth was full of caviar.

  After an awkward moment, conversation resumed, and Jill was able to swallow. “That was dreadful,” she muttered. “I feel sorry for the poor girl.”

  “Frankly, so do I. But she’ll get over it.” He turned toward Jill. “A lot of help you were,” he grumbled. “You were stuffing down crackers like there was no tomorrow.”

  “This is the first time I’ve tasted caviar. I didn’t know it was so good.”

  “I didn’t bring you along to appraise the hors d’oeuvres.”

  “I served my purpose,” Jill countered. “But I’m not happy about it. She’s not a bad kid.”

  “Believe me,” Jordan insisted, his face tightening, “she will get over it. She’ll pout for a while, but in the end she’ll realize we did her a favor.”

  “I still don’t like it.”

  Now that her mission was accomplished, Jill felt free to examine the room. She wandered around a bit, sipping her champagne. The young man playing the piano caught her attention. He was good. Very good. After five years of lessons herself, Jill knew talent when she heard it. She walked over to the baby grand to compliment the pianist, and they chatted briefly about music until she saw Jordan looking for her. Jill excused herself; their meal was about to be served.

  Dinner was delicious. Jill was seated beside Jordan, who was busy carrying on a conversation with a stately-looking gentleman on his other side. The man on her right, a distinguished gentleman in his mid-sixties, introduced himself as Andrew Howard. Although he didn’t acknowledge it in so many words, Jill knew he was the president of Howard Pharmaceuticals, now retired. Jill pointed out that PayRite Pharmacy, where she worked, carried a number of his company’s medications, and the two of them were quickly engaged in a lengthy conversation. By the time dessert was served Jill felt as comfortable with Mr. Howard as if she’d known him all her life.

  Following a glass of brandy, Jordan seemed ready to leave.

  “Thank you so much,” she told Mr. Howard as she slid back her chair. “I enjoyed our conversation immensely.”

  He stood with her and clasped her hand warmly. “I did, too. If you don’t mind, I’d like to keep in touch.”

  Jill smiled. “I’d enjoy that. And thank you for the invitation.”

  Then she and Jordan exchanged good-nights with her dinner companion and headed for the elevator. Jordan didn’t speak until they were inside.

  “What was all that with Howard?”

  “Nothing. He invited me out to see his home. Apparently it’s something of a showplace.”

  “He’s a bit old for you, don’t you think?”

  Jill gave him an incredulous look. “Don’t be ridiculous. He assumed you and I knew each other. He just wanted me to feel welcome.” She didn’t mention that Jordan had spent the entire dinner talking with a business associate. He seemed to have all but forgotten she was with him.

  “Howard invited you to his home?”

  “Us, actually. You can make your excuses if you want, but I’d really like to take him up on his offer.”

  “Andrew Howard and my father were good friends. My father passed away several years back, and Howard likes to keep track of the projects I’m involved with. He’s gone in on the occasional deal.”

  “He’s a sweet man. Did you know he lost his only son to cancer? It’s the reason his company’s done so much in the field of cancer research. His son’s death changed his life.”

  “I had no idea.” Jordan was obviously astounded that he’d known Andrew Howard for so many years and hadn’t realized he’d lost a child. “You learned this over dinner?”

  “Good grief, dinner lasted nearly two hours.” She sighed deeply and pressed her hands to her stomach. “I’m stuffed. I’ll never sleep unless I walk off some of this food.”

  “It would’ve helped if you hadn’t eaten half the hors d’oeuvres all by yourself.”

  Jill decided to ignore that comment.

  “Do you mind if I join you?” Jordan surprised her by asking.

  “Not in the least, as long as you promise not to make any more remarks about hors d’oeuvres. Or lecture me about the dangers of swimming at night.”

  Jordan grinned. “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

  They walked through the lobby and out of the hotel toward the beach. The surf thundered against the shore, slapping the sand, then retreating. Jill found the rhythmic sounds relaxing.

  “What sort of project do you have planned for Hawaii?” she asked after a few minutes.

  “A shopping complex.”

  Although he’d answered her question, his expression was preoccupied. “Why the frown?” she asked.

  He shot a quick glance her way. “The Lundquists seem to have some sort of hidden agenda,” he said.

  “You said Daddy’s grooming Junior to take your place,” Jill prompted.

  “It looks like I’m headed for a proxy fight, which is an expensive and costly proposition for everyone involved. For now, I have the controlling interest, but by no means do I have control.”

  “This trip to Hawaii?”

  “Is strictly business. I just wish I knew what’s going on behind my back.”

  “Good luck with it.” This was a world far removed from Jill’s.

  “Thanks.” He grinned and suddenly seemed to leave his worries behind.

  They strolled for several minutes in companionable silence. The breeze was warm, the moon full and bright, and the rhythm of the ocean waves went on and on.

  “I suppose I should go back,” Jill said reluctantly. She had a full day planned, beginning first thing in the morning, and although she didn’t feel the least bit tired, she knew she should get some sleep.

  “Me, too.”

  They altered their meandering course in the direction of the hotel, their shoes sinking into the moist sand.

  “Thanks for your help with Suzi Lundquist.”

  “Anytime. Just say the word and I’ll be there, especially if there’s caviar involved.” She felt guilty, however, about the young and vulnerable Suzi. Jordan had been gentle with her; nevertheless, Jill’s sympathy went out to the girl. “I feel kind of bad for Suzi.”

  Jordan sighed. “The girl just won’t take no for an answer.”

  “Do you?”

  “What do you mean?”

  Jill stopped a moment to collect her thoughts. “I don’t understand finance, but it seems to me that you’d never get anywhere if you quit at the first stumbling block. Suzi takes after her father and brother. She saw what she wanted and went after it. Rather an admirable trait, I guess. I suspect you haven’t seen the last of her.”

  “Probably not, but I won’t be here for more than a few days. I should be able to avoid her during that time.”

  “Good luck,” she said again. She hesitated when they reached the pathway, bordered by vivid flowering shrubs, that led to the huge lighted swimming pool.

  Jordan grinned. “I have a feeling I’m going to need it.”

  The night couldn’t have been more perfect. It seemed such a shame to waste these romantic moments, but Jill finally forced herself to murmur good-night.

  “Here,” Jordan said just as she did.

  Jill was startled when he presented her with a single lavender orchid. “What’s this for?”

  “In appreciation for all your help.”

  “Actually, I should be the one thanking you. I had a wonderful evening.” It sure beat sitting in front of her television and ordering dinner from room service, which was what she’d planned. She held the flower under her nose and breathed in its delicate scent.

  “Enjoy your stay in Hawaii.”

  “Thank you, I will.” Her itinerary was full nearly every day. “I might even see you…around the hotel.”

  “Don’t count on it. I’m head
ed back to Seattle in two days.”

  “Goodbye, then.”

  “Goodbye.”

  Neither moved. Jill didn’t understand why. They’d said their good-nights—there seemed nothing left to say. It was time to leave. Time for her to return to her room and sleep off the effects of an exceptionally long day.

  She made a decisive movement, but before she could turn away, his hand at her shoulder stopped her. Jill’s troubled eyes met his. “Jordan?”

  He caught her chin, his touch light but firm.

  “Yes?” she whispered, her heart in her throat.

  “Nothing.” He dropped his hand.

  Jill was about to turn away again when he stepped toward her, took her by the shoulders and kissed her. Jill had certainly been kissed before, and the experience had always been pleasant, if a bit predictable.

  Not this time.

  Exciting, unfamiliar sensations raced through her. Jordan’s mouth caressed hers with practiced ease while his hands roved her back, moving slowly, confidently.

  Jill was breathless and weak when he finally broke away. He stared down at her with a perplexed look, as if he’d shocked himself by kissing her. As if he didn’t know what had come over him.

  Jill didn’t know, either. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, and then she remembered something Shelly had told her—the overwhelming sensation she’d experienced the first time Mark had kissed her. From that moment on, Shelly had known her fate was sealed.

  Jill had never felt anything that even came close to what she’d just felt in Jordan’s arms. Was it possible? Could there be something magical about Aunt Milly’s wedding dress? Jill didn’t know. She didn’t want to find out, either.

  “Jill?”

  “Oh, no,” she moaned as she looked up at him.

  “Oh, no,” Jordan echoed, apparently amused. “I’ll admit women have reacted when I’ve kissed them, but no one’s ever said that.”

  She barely heard him.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “The dress…” Jill stopped herself in time.

  “What dress?”

  Jill knew she wasn’t making any sense. The whole thing was ridiculous. Unbelievable.

  “What dress?” he repeated.

  “You wouldn’t understand.” She had no intention of explaining it to him. She could just imagine what someone like Jordan Wilcox would say when he heard about Aunt Milly’s wedding dress.

  Three

  Jill glared at Jordan. He had no idea how devastating she’d found his kiss. And the worst of it was, she had no idea why she was feeling this way.

  “Jill?” he said, eyeing her suspiciously. “What does my kissing you have to do with a dress?”

  She squeezed her eyes shut, then opened them. “It doesn’t have anything to do with it,” she blurted without thinking, then quickly corrected herself. “It’s got everything to do with it.” She knew she was overreacting, but she couldn’t seem to help herself. All he’d done was kiss her! There was no reason to behave like a fool. She had a good excuse, however. It had been a long and unusual day compounded by Shelly’s letter and the arrival of the wedding dress. Who wouldn’t be flustered? Who wouldn’t be confused—especially in light of Shelly’s experience?

  “You’re not being too clear,” Jordan told her.

  “I know. I’m sorry.”

  “What dress are you talking about?” he asked patiently. “Could you explain yourself?”

  Jill didn’t see how that was possible. Jordan wouldn’t understand. Not only that, he was cynical and scornful. The man who placed power and profit above all else would laugh at something as absurd as the story about the wedding dress.

  She drew in an unsteady breath. “There’s nothing I can say.”

  “Was my kiss so repugnant to you?” It didn’t appear that he was going to graciously drop the matter, not when his male ego was on the line.

  Forcing her voice to sound carefree, Jill placed a hand on his shoulder and looked him square in the eye. “I’d think a man of your experience would be accustomed to having women crumple at his feet.”

  “Don’t be ridiculous.” His habitual frown snapped into place.

  “I’m not,” she said. Best to keep Jordan in the dark, otherwise he might misread her intentions. Besides, he wouldn’t be any more enthusiastic about a romance between them than she was. “The kiss was very nice,” she admitted grudgingly.

  “And that’s bad?” He rubbed a frustrated hand along his blunt, determined-looking jaw. “Perhaps you’ll feel better once you’re back in your room.”

  Jill nodded eagerly. “Thank you. For dinner,” she added, remembering her manners.

  “Thank you for joining me. It was…a pleasure meeting you.”

  “You, too.”

  “I probably won’t see you again.”

  “That’s right,” she agreed resolutely. No reason to tempt fate. She was beginning to like him and that could be dangerous. “You’ll be gone in a couple of days, won’t you? I’m here for the week.” She retreated a couple of steps. “Have a safe trip home, and don’t work too hard.”

  They parted then, but before she walked into the hotel, Jill turned back to see Jordan strolling in the opposite direction, away from her.

  Jill awoke late the following morning. It was rare for her to sleep past eight-thirty, even on weekends. The tour bus wasn’t scheduled to leave the hotel until ten, so she took her time showering and dressing. Breakfast consisted of coffee, an English muffin and slices of fresh pineapple, which she ate leisurely on her lanai, savoring the morning sunlight.

  Out of curiosity, she glanced over at Jordan’s room to see if the drapes were open. They were. From what she could discern, he was sitting at a table near the window, talking on his phone and working with his computer.

  Business. Business. Business.

  The man lived and breathed it, just like her father had. And, in the end, it had killed him.

  Dismissing Jordan from her thoughts, she collected her purse and hurried down to the lobby, where she was meeting the tour group.

  The sightseeing expedition proved excellent. Jill visited Pearl Harbor and the U.S.S. Arizona memorial and a huge shopping mall, returning to the hotel by three o’clock.

  Her room was cool and inviting. Jill took a few minutes to examine the souvenirs she’d purchased, a shell lei and several colorful T-shirts. Then, with a good portion of the day still left to enjoy, she decided to spend the remaining afternoon hours lazing around the pool. Once again she glanced over at Jordan’s room, her action almost involuntary. And once again she saw that he was on the phone. Jill wondered if he’d been talking since morning.

  Changing into her bathing suit, a modest one-piece in a—what else—Hawaiian print, she carried her beach bag, complete with three different kinds of sunscreen, down to the swimming pool. With a large straw hat perched on her head and sunglasses protecting her eyes, she stretched out on a chaise longue to absorb the sun.

  She hadn’t been there more than fifteen minutes when a waiter approached carrying a dome-covered platter and a glass of champagne. “Ms. Morrison?”

  “Yes?” Jill sat up abruptly, knocking her hat askew. “I…I didn’t order anything,” she said uncertainly as she reached up to straighten her hat.

  “This was sent compliments of Mr. Wilcox.”

  “Oh.” Jill wasn’t sure what to say. She twisted around and, shading her eyes with her hand, looked up. Jordan was standing on his lanai. She waved, and he returned the gesture.

  “If that will be all?” the waiter murmured, stepping away.

  “Yes…Oh, just a moment.” Jill scrambled in her beach bag for a tip, which she handed to the young man. He smiled his appreciation.

  Curious, she balanced the glass of champagne as she lifted the lid—and nearly laughed out loud. Inside was a large array of crackers topped with caviar. She glanced up at Jordan a second time and blew him a kiss.

  Something must have distracted hi
m then. He turned away, and when Jill saw him again a few minutes later, he was pacing the lanai, phone in hand. She was convinced he’d completely forgotten about her. It was ironic, she mused, and really rather sad; here he was in paradise and he’d hardly ventured beyond his hotel room.

  Jill drank her champagne and savored a few of the caviar-laden crackers, then decided she couldn’t stand his attitude a minute longer. Packing up her things, she looped the towel around her neck and picked up the platter in one hand, her beach bag in the other. After that, she headed back inside the hotel. She knew she was breaking her promise to herself by seeking him out, but she couldn’t stop herself.

  Muttering under her breath, she took the elevator up to Jordan’s floor, calculated which room was his and knocked boldly on the door.

  A long moment passed before the door finally opened. Jordan, still talking on his phone, gestured her inside. He didn’t so much as pause in his conversation, tossing dollar figures around as casually as other people talked about the weather.

  Jill sat on the edge of his bed and crossed her legs, swinging her foot impatiently as Jordan strode back and forth across the carpet, seemingly oblivious to her presence.

  “Listen, Rick, something’s come up,” he said, darting a look in her direction. “Give me a call in five minutes. Sure, sure, no problem. Five minutes. See if you can contact Raymond, get these numbers to him and call me back.” He disconnected the line without a word of farewell, then glanced at Jill.

  “Hello,” he said.

  “Hi,” she returned, holding out the platter to offer him an hors d’oeuvre.

  “No, thanks.”

  She took one herself and chewed it slowly. She could almost feel his irritation.

  “Something I can do for you?”

  “Yes,” she stated calmly. “Sit down a minute.”

  “Sit down?”

  She nodded, motioning toward the table. “I have a story to tell you.”

  “A story?” He didn’t seem particularly charmed by the idea.

  “Yes, and I promise it won’t take longer than five minutes,” she added pointedly.

  He was obviously relieved that she intended to keep this short. “Go on.”