Marriage Inconvenient

by Walters, Janet Lane;

  “Are you sure? I could stay home and unpack.”

  “Don’t you want to be with Dad and me?”

  “I do, but I already ruined your Wednesday when your dad stayed home to paint.”

  “That was okay. Maybe he’ll take me somewhere tonight.” Sadness filled his eyes. “Mom never wanted to be with Dad and me. She liked to go to big people’s parties better.”

  Carrie trailed him to the kitchen. How should she respond to him? “I...I think it’s great to see what good friends you and your dad are. I always wished I’d had a father.”

  “Did he divorce you?”

  “He died before I was born.”

  “That’s sad.” He reached for a cookie. “Please come to the party and could you bake brownies for the bake sale table? I forgot to ask Hazel.”

  She laughed. “No one would buy mine. One time, I used a mix and they came out like bricks. I think I smelled chocolate today.” She opened the freezer. “I sure did.”

  He grinned. “Good. My class is saving for a trip and everyone always buys Hazel’s stuff.”

  She handed him a glass of milk. “Meet you upstairs. We can work in the hall. There’s a lot of room there.”

  “Five minutes.”

  “Don’t gobble. Hazel’s cookies are meant to be eaten slowly and every crumb enjoyed.”

  “You’re silly.”

  After she left the supplies in the broad upper hall that surrounded the central staircase, she went to the room she’d staked out as hers and opened one of the boxes. She drew out a wooden sword that had been painted gray. Wouldn’t Chad get a charge our of carrying the one his dad had made?

  “Carrie, I’m here.”

  “In here.”

  He appeared in the doorway. “Dad know you put your stuff here?”

  “No, and it’s a secret.”

  “I don’t think he’s gonna like it.”

  She winked. “Then he’ll have to live with it.”

  “That’s what he always says to me.”

  “So he does...Now, let’s make a costume to go with this sword.”

  “Where did you get it?”

  “Saved it. Your dad made three but I bet he and your uncle didn’t save theirs.”

  “And you’ll let me use it?”

  “Sure.”

  “Cool.”

  ************************************************

  When Tony entered the house, the sound of Chad’s laughter lightened his spirits. “I’m home,” he called.

  “Upstairs, Dad. We’re making my knight suit.”

  Tony took the stairs two at a time. He paused at the top. Chad stood in front of Carrie. She fastened a foil covered chest plate to the armor back. “Hey, son, you look great.”

  “Guess what Carrie gave me. Her sword. The one you made.”

  Tony shook his head. “I can’t believe you saved that old thing.”

  “I’m a pack rat, save everything.”

  He nodded. She’d even saved the wrappings and ribbons from every present. “You two about finished?”

  “Just need to make the helm.” She put a cap on Chad’s head and used silver cloth to cover it and the back of his neck. “Hand me the chin piece and the visor.”

  A short time later, the helm was finished. Chad lumbered to Tony’s bathroom to look at himself in the mirror.

  “Cool, right, Dad?”

  “Way cool,” Tony said.

  Carrie joined them and began removing the costume. “We’ll put this away until tomorrow.”

  Tony winked. “You’ve improved the original design. His arms and legs bend.”

  “Stockinet dyed gray.”

  “You’re a woman of many talents.”

  She grinned. “A few you’ve yet to discover.”

  The air around her seemed hot. He took a step toward her and stopped. He’d been about to pull her into his arms and show her how much he wanted to discover those hidden talents. Bad idea. He couldn’t risk hurting her. For Carrie, he believed sex without love would be wrong.

  “Dad, can we go somewhere tonight?”

  Chad’s question cut through the charged silence. “Sure.” He turned to Carrie. “What about you?”

  “A rain-check.”

  He saw satisfaction on his son’s face. Tony wanted to insist she join them, but Chad hadn’t staged a scene since Monday. Tony wasn’t about to ruin the fragile truce.

  “Homework done?”

  Chad laughed. “It’s Friday. No homework.” He headed to the stairs.

  “Whoa. Back up a minute. Put your costume in your room and help clean this mess.”

  “Okay.” Chad carefully picked up several pieces of the armor.

  Carrie gathered the rest. Tony put his hand on her shoulder. “Sure you don’t want to come?”

  “I might, but let’s not push him. We’ve had a good week. He invited me to the party at school. That’s a start.”

  “Will you go?”

  Her grin was saucy. “And in costume. Enjoy your evening.”

  “You’re the best.”

  “No, you are.”

  Her answer gave him hope. Someday, he’d make those words true. How fortunate she didn’t know how deep his betrayal had been. They’d been friends poised on a step they hadn’t taken. Could they take it now? He gathered the scraps of posterboard and foil before heading downstairs.

  Chad bounced after him. “Let’s go to the mall for burgers and then to the arcade.”

  “Sounds good.” Tony hoped he sounded enthusiastic. After ten minutes in the arcade, his head was pounding. He dropped the scraps in the trash and followed his son to the car. Once Chad was buckled in his seat, Tony leaned toward him. “You should have invited Carrie.”

  “She didn’t want to come.”

  “I think she did. She’s part of our family now.”

  “It’s not fair.”

  “Would you stop saying that?”

  “When’s Mom coming back?”

  Tony sucked in a breath. He wasn’t ready to talk about Marilyn’s plans for Chad. “I won’t have you being rude to Carrie.”

  Chad thrust out his lower lip. “I wasn’t. Not all week, ‘cept Monday. She’s cool, but I wanted it to be just you and me.”

  “I can understand that, but --”

  “I invited her to the Halloween party at the school. She’s wearing a costume. You need one, too. Maybe we could buy one tonight.”

  “I’ll come up with something.”

  “Yeah, you’ll probably come as a doctor or something dumb.”

  “What’s wrong with being a doctor?”

  “’Cause you are one. You’re ‘posed to use your imagination. Ask Carrie. She has good ideas.”

  Chapter Five

  “Carrie, where are you?”

  Chad’s voice pulled her from a particularly vivid fantasy involving Tony. “Upstairs.”

  “What are you doing?”

  “Unpacking.” She dropped a uniform and hurried from the bedroom. Now wasn’t the time for discovery. She started downstairs.

  “Here.” Chad thrust a bag into her hand. “Are you mad at me?”

  “Should I be?”

  “Dad said I was rude ‘cause I didn’t invite you to come with us.”

  “You weren’t. Your dad asked and I turned him down. I had to unpack my clothes before I was forced to do laundry. What did you bring me?”

  “Black licorice. Dad says it’s your favorite and you like it better than chocolate. I’ve never tasted it.”

  “Want to try a piece?”

  “Sure.”

  She wanted to hug him, except theirs was an easily damaged relationship. With Chad, she needed caution and patience. She handed him a licorice stick and popped one into her mouth.

  Tony strode into the foyer. “You’re corrupting him.”

  “Just teaching him what’s good.” She stuck out her tongue.

  “Chocolate’s good.”

  Chad laughed. “Your tongue is black. Gro
ss. Will mine turn too?”

  “Sure will.”

  Chad turned to his father. “See, Dad, I told you she wasn’t mad.”

  “Guess you did.” Tony winked. “Bet you thought I’d forgotten what you like.”

  For an instant, his eyes reflected interest and desire. The fleeting glimpse gave her hope that one day soon, she’d be able to climb over the barriers he’d erected.

  “Chad, time for bed,” Tony said. “Be up in a few.”

  “Okay. Night, Carrie.” He handed her the licorice. “Don’t think I like this.”

  “Just remember a taste for something different takes time and exposure. Night.”

  Tony leaned against the newel post. He arched a brow. “Your thought for the day?”

  “Maybe.”

  Halfway up the steps, Chad stopped. “Carrie, what are you going to be for the party?”

  “It’s a surprise.” One guaranteed to catch Tony’s attention if her choice of a bedroom didn’t.

  “You gotta help Dad with his. He was gonna be a doctor.”

  “I’ll think of something.”

  Tony leaned against the wall. “Remember when we bounced around like that?”

  “Eons ago. There should be an instant energy transfusion for parents.”

  He laughed. “Figure how and you’ll make a fortune. Thanks.”

  “For what?”

  “Being so patient with him.”

  “He’s a good kid, especially when he forgets he’s angry. Once he understands how much you love and want him, he’ll be fine.”

  And once he sees his mother’s selfishness, she thought. For an instant, she considered telling Tony some of the things Chad had said about his mother and her new husband. Would Tony believe her? He seemed to avoid any mention of Marilyn, and he certainly never criticized her behavior. Any attack, even a mild one, would look like jealousy.

  “What did you have for supper?” he asked.

  “A hot roast beef sandwich. Even Hazel’s left-overs are scrumptious.”

  “And I ended up with a thin burger and greasy fries.” He pulled away from the wall. “Let me get up to Chad. His costume is great, but we could have saved you the bother and bought one.”

  “Then he and I wouldn’t have had time together. We had fun and no one will have one like his. He needs to feel special.”

  “You’re right.”

  Carrie watched until he vanished. A long sigh escaped. Every time she thought he was ready to respond to her as a woman, he backed away.

  With a shrug, she went to the kitchen and took a handful of cookies from the jar. Frustration, she thought. If I’m not careful, I’ll gain a hundred pounds.

  She savored one of the cookies. Gingersnaps had never been among her favorites, but these were wonderful. Spicy and chewy.

  Tony strolled into the room and took one of the cookies from her plate. “That was mine.” She swatted his hand.

  “I know.” He took a bite. “Don’t friends share?”

  An undercurrent in his voice made her hope. She pushed the plate toward him. “Help yourself. Better for my health

  if you eat them.”

  “But worse for mine.” He nudged the plate back.

  “There must be six dozen more in the freezer, plus several other kinds. How often does she bake?”

  “About once a week. I’ll take some to the clinic Monday. Hazel thinks she’s still baking for five sons.”

  “Five. Do they live around here?”

  “They’re off in five directions -- all military.” He held out a cookie. “Eat.”

  “I’d rather steal a blondie. She made three pans of each for the bake sale.”

  “I wouldn’t touch. She’d know.”

  “Then I’ll buy them.”

  “Plan on being first in line. Her baked goods go fast.” He filled a mug with coffee. “Chad’s right. I need a costume. Any ideas?”

  She had a number of inappropriate notions, mostly involving skimpy clothes, like loin cloths or fig leaves. “Since Chad’s going as King Arthur. I found a crown in one of my boxes. Why don’t you go as Merlin? I still have the robe Mom made for you when you were a wise-man in the Christmas pageant at church.”

  “Do you save everything?” Tony chuckled. “It’s a good idea. What will you be? A dragon.”

  “That’s Saint George, but something like that. Just

  say my costume fits the theme.”

  “Guinivere? Lady of the Lake? Lancelot?”

  “I’ll never tell.” She rolled her shoulders to relieve the aches of the past week’s intensive labor. Tony rose and

  stood behind her. With a firm touch, he kneaded her muscles. She bit her lip to contain a moan of pleasure. She wished, but he was just being a friend.

  “Sorry.”

  “Why? Felt wonderful. I don’t have a muscle that doesn’t hurt.”

  “You have been busy.” He straddled the chair across from her. “The place is looking great. What’s your next project?”

  “I’m not sure. Maybe the living room.” She tried to read the expression on his face, but his eyes were shuttered.

  “Again, thanks for being so great with Chad.”

  “I’ve been where he is and done the rebellion thing.”

  “But he should have asked you to come with us.”

  She propped her elbows on the table. “He needs time alone with you, and that’s fine with me. Asking me to a party where his friends are is a big step.”

  “You’re right. So what are your plans for the rest of the evening? Want to unpack some boxes in the family room? I’ll help.”

  She shook her head. “Nope. It’s veg time for me with

  some mindless entertainment.”

  “Mind if I join you?”

  Like butterfly wings, hope fluttered. “I’d like that.” Though she wished for more, his company was a start toward her goal.

  Two hours later when the ten o’clock news began, she glanced at Tony. Her breath caught in her throat. Asleep, he was too, too appealing. She wanted him, but she couldn’t make the first move. He’d married her because they were friends. He’d reject any attempt she made to change the bargain.

  “I’m going up,” she said.

  “Um.”

  She shook her head. So much for being a stimulating companion. She’d put him to sleep. Would she be on the periphery of his attention until her hair turned gray?

  Upstairs, she filled the large claw foot tub in the bathroom between hers and Tony’s bedrooms. She added a generous portion of bubble bath. As she slid into the steaming water, she sighed. The heat felt almost as wonderful as Tony’s hands.

  *********************************************

  As soon as Carrie left, Tony stretched. The evening of

  togetherness had strained his good intentions and his jeans. If she hadn’t left, he would have made a move destined for failure. Anticipating another restless night, he headed up the stairs.

  He stripped off his shirt. A cold shower was his goal. He crossed the room and opened the bathroom door. His hand tightened on the knob.

  Carrie! What was she doing in here!

  The room he’d given her had no connection to the master suite. He held in a groan.

  Why was she doing this to him?

  Clouds of bubbles filled the tub. They shifted to reveal tantalizing glimpses of her skin. He ached. He throbbed. Her leg emerged from the bubbles and he nearly lost control. His grip on the doorknob tightened until he was sure he’d dent the metal. If he didn’t move, he’d be in deep trouble.

  He eased the door shut. Had she heard him? Seen him? Sensed his presence? He pressed his forehead against the wood and willed his body to behave.

  She was his wife, yet he felt like a Peeping Tom. She was his wife and he had a right to desire her. Except, she was his wife in a marriage becoming more inconvenient by the second.

  He dragged his thoughts from temptation. He would

  handle this madness. She didn’t
want him, just his name. Though there’d been times he’d caught her watching him with what he thought was desire, he refused to make the first move. The rules of the marriage had been set by her.

  In three weeks, they’d see the lawyer. Not long after that, she’d return to the night shift and for three nights a week, he wouldn’t lie awake and think about her body and his twined together in his bed. Three weeks wasn’t soon enough. He groaned. By the time her inheritance was released, he’d be ready for a padded cell.

  *******************************************

  Carrie caught a glimpse of Tony in the full-length mirror. His expression pulsed with desire. She reached for the sponge and began to wash her leg. Would the rest of her fantasy happen?

  The door closed. She watched the bubbles burst until there were none left. Tonight’s plan had failed, but she hadn’t given up. One loss didn’t mean the end of hope.

  She drained the tub and pulled the tee shirt he’d loaned her over her head. Since her visit here, the shirt had become her preferred sleeping garment. She pressed her forehead against the door leading to his room. He was on the other side.

  What if she popped in and cried “Surprise? She grasped the knob.

  And then what?

  Patience.

  How long?

  He married you out of friendship, out of like, not love. Just wait.

  When she entered her bedroom, her body vibrated with suppressed needs. Erotic possibilities filled her thoughts. The mattress was too soft, or maybe too hard. The room was too hot and too cold.

  As she wrestled with illusive sleep, she remembered the mail she’d brought from the apartment. There’d been a manila envelope from Mr. Hurcutt. A session with legalese might be an excellent soporific.

  As she left her room, the door creaked. She waited a moment to see if she’d disturbed Tony. Then she headed downstairs and retrieved the envelope from the family room.

  She smelled coffee. Had she forgotten to unplug the pot? She strode down the hall.

  Tony stood at the counter. Gray sweats rode low on his hips. Her gaze caressed his shirtless back.

  Oh lord, the man was delicious.