Do something?
What?
Before this insane marriage ended, the white coats would come for her. She just might go willingly.
He turned. She sucked in a breath. The dark hair on his chest waited to be touched. His well-developed muscles were there for her to stroke.
Why not? He was her husband. Unfortunately, he still loved his ex-wife. She’d heard the hurt in his voice every time he said that woman’s name. Carrie knew she couldn’t allow herself to become more vulnerable.
“Couldn’t sleep?”
The rumble of his voice sensitized her nerves. Why had she come downstairs? Definitely not to make a move guaranteed to make her look like a fool. This encounter called for a subtle approach and she was used to wielding sledgehammers. Besides, she’d had little experience in the art of seduction.
She waved the envelope. “Picked this up today at the apartment. From Mr. Hurcutt. Copies of the will for us to read.”
“Do we still have to meet with him?”
She nodded. “I asked him to send this. The day he read the will, all I heard was the amount of money, that I had to be married and my husband had control over the use of my inheritance.”
“I bet you were in shock over receiving a legacy with
strings attached...Coffee?”
“I was going to make tea.”
“I’ll do that.”
“Does Hazel work weekends?”
“Only if I need her to watch Chad. Otherwise, we’re on our own. One of us will have to make breakfast.”
She rolled her eyes. “We’ll eat out. My treat.”
“Chad will be happy. He’s tired of scrambled eggs and cold cereal.”
She looked at the clock. Only eleven. It should be later. While the water boiled, she opened the packet and discovered the attorney had sent two copies. She put one beside Tony’s mug. He carried a cup and saucer to the table. She rose and got an ice cube.
He laughed. “You still do that.”
She slipped the cube into the cup. “Lukewarm tea tastes the best.”
“If you say so.” He reached for his mug. “I’ll drink iced tea in the summer, but coffee does it for me.”
A kiss would do it for me, she thought.
He lifted the will and began to read. She wanted to run her fingers through his thick curls. She wanted to taste the coffee flavor of his mouth. She wanted what she’d never had.
The phone rang. Tony grabbed the receiver. “Dr. Flynn
here...Marilyn.”
In her haste to leave the room, Carrie nearly spilled her tea. Hearing him talk to the woman who had hurt him was more than she could handle tonight.
Tony frowned. Why had Carrie bolted? Surely she didn’t think there were vibes from his long dead marriage?
“Hold on, Marilyn. What did you say?”
“That Brian and I are back and I had a divine time. Wait until you see the magnificent rubies and the marvelous silks he bought me. But that’s not why I called.”
“And why was that?”
“To share my wonderful news. I know you’ll be pleased for me. That’s why I can’t have Chad over Thanksgiving or Christmas. Brian doesn’t want me to overdo, especially when we’ll have dozens of social obligations. I’m sure you’ll agree.”
Tony gripped the phone. “Have you considered Chad’s feelings? He’s been waiting for your return. He expects to live with you.”
“Haven’t you told him he’s not?”
“You said you had. Besides, you made the decision. It’s your place to tell him.”
“Tony, please. There wasn’t time in the rush of wedding preparations. I just can’t have him here. He’ll be jealous of my baby.”
“What baby?”
“Brian’s heir. The man’s so proud and treats me like a queen. Just think, I’m going to have the Brinker heir.”
“What about Chad?”
“He’s yours.”
Tony raked his hair. “You have visitation rights. Two weekends a month and holidays. Should I bring him next weekend?”
“You haven’t heard a thing I’ve said. Why won’t you ever listen? That’s why our marriage failed. Things had to be your way.”
“Marilyn, you have to tell him.”
“Me? I don’t need the stress. I’ll mail his presents. I bought him a tee shirt in every port we visited. It’s not that I don’t want him, but he’s a difficult child and has taken a dislike to Brian. I had him for seven years. It’s your turn now and Brian agrees. Ciao.”
“Marilyn...Wait...Damn.”
He wanted to smash the wall or do something equally destructive. Instead, he jammed the papers in the envelope and strode upstairs. Good thing Carrie hadn’t stayed. She would have seen him at his worst.
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“Carrie, are you coming?” Chad called.
Tony adjusted his hold on the crystal ball and grinned at his son. “You look ready for a battle.”
“Do you think I’ll win a prize? Carrie, hurry up. We’re gonna be late.”
“I’m on my way.”
Tony glanced toward the head of the stairs. Oh lord, she was going to drive him crazy. Though her costume covered her from head to toes, more of her curves than he needed to see were revealed.
A black cat. A wizard’s familiar.
His wife had just become more of an inconvenience, a feat he’d thought impossible. Why me? He gripped the banister.
“Wow,” Chad said. “They’re awesome. Where’d you find them?”
“In a costume shop. Watch.” She opened and closed her hands. The claws extended and retracted.
Chad touched one. “Cool. They look real but they’re soft. Wait ‘til my friends see them.”
Tony stifled a groan. Wait until every man at the school saw his wife.
Carrie reached for her jacket. Tony swallowed. “Don’t you have a long coat? It’s cold out there.” And hot in here, he thought. Thank heavens the wizard’s robe covered
his reaction to her costume.
“We’ll be in the car.” Her eyes held a saucy challenge. He scowled. This wasn’t the time to accept. She had set the terms of their agreement. Tonight, his neighbors and colleagues would meet his wife, the kitten he’d rather find curled in his bed.
Outside the school, Carrie adjusted Chad’s crown to a rakish angle. “Sire, you look great.”
He grinned. “See you. Gotta tell my friends about your claws.”
Carrie bent to lift the cookie containers from the back seat. Tony’s gaze focused on her nicely rounded rear and her trim legs. They had to go inside. He had to keep his hands off her. By the end of the evening, he’d be hopping like a ton of Mexican jumping beans.
“You’ve made his day,” Tony said.
“Speaking of Chad...What did Marilyn want?”
Her question acted like a blast of frigid air. “To let me know they’re back.”
“Did she want Chad this weekend?”
“Far from that, but let’s not get into it now.”
“Later then.” She walked toward the all-purpose room.
Tony’s gaze followed the sway of her hips. He was in deeper trouble than he’d thought possible. They had to talk but not about Marilyn and Chad. He had to find a way to
tell her how he’d been a fool years ago and how he had failed her and himself. Then they needed to find a way to help him keep his bargain. He wanted her, but he couldn’t swear to love her or give her a commitment. Deep inside, he feared he’d be like his father and just walk away.
Laughter, lights and the cacophony of a multitude of voices poured through the open door. A kaleidoscope of people wearing colorful costumes moved about the room. Tony spotted the pair of nurse practitioners and the clinical nurse manager of the clinic at the bake sale table. Carrie reached them and put the cookie containers down. Moments later, Chad and three of his friends converged to admire Carrie’s claws.
“Tony.” The clinic’
s nurse midwife waved. “Come over and introduce your wife.” She leaned toward Carrie and said something.
Carrie’s throaty laughter electrified him. Though she stood half a room away, distance failed to blunt his reaction. Into the fire, he thought and strode to the cluster of women.
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Carrie watched Tony and listened to the three women. How much had he told them about the reason for the marriage? They were his friends and colleagues. She thought of the many nights she’d discussed the situation with Grace. Had he also talked?
“I hear you’re a nurse,” Beth, the pediatric nurse practitioner, said.
“That’s right.”
“Currently employed?” Ruth asked.
“Sort of,” Carrie said. “I’m on vacation and a leave of absence following that. I’m not sure I want to continue the long commute.”
“Interested in the clinic?” Ruth asked. “There’s an opening and I’m the one doing the hiring.”
“How do you feel about a husband and wife working together?” Especially if they’ve decided to end the marriage, Carrie thought.
“As long as they’re professionals, it shouldn’t be a problem. Would you have difficulty working with Tony?”
Carrie felt her cheeks heat. She might have a problem with daydreaming, but never with challenges to her professional behavior. At least she hoped she wouldn’t. “I think I can handle the situation.”
“What’s your specialty?”
Carrie shrugged. “I’ve a BSN and have been working in the ED and Peds. Thirteen hour night shifts.”
“How would you feel about days?” Ruth asked. “And
floating between in and out patient. For now, the job is nine to five.”
“Sounds like heaven.” Carrie grinned. If she worked with Tony, he couldn’t ignore her. She heard his deep laughter and lost her focus on the conversation. Even in a billowing magician’s robe, he was tempting.
“Monday at one,” Ruth said.
“Why?” Carrie glanced at the trio.
“For an interview,” Ruth said. “When can you start?”
“In two weeks. I’ll need to see about reciprocity for my license and there are things I want to do in the house.”
“I can help with the license,” Ruth said.
“What are you doing in the house?” Jane asked.
“Some painting and re-decorating.”
“About time,” Beth said.
Ruth looked at the clock. “Time for us to man the food concession.”
“Can I help?” Carrie asked.
“Be glad to have you.” Beth winked. “With you on board, we’ll clear a mint. All the dads will want a closer look at Tony’s wife.”
Jane laughed. “Can’t wait to see his reaction to the ogles.”
Would he even notice? Carrie wondered. Ten minutes after making the introductions, he’d charged away. She joined the three women in the kitchen and soon was busy serving hot dogs, pizza, barbecued beef, fries, desserts and drinks.
Once the rush ended, the costume parade began. Carrie sat with her new acquaintances and watched the children march around the room.
“Chad’s costume is super,” Ruth said. “Where did you find it?”
“We made it.”
Jane looked at her friends. “Carrie, you’re hereby drafted to help with the Christmas play. We need costumes with imagination.”
“And with the PTA Follies in the spring,” Beth said.
Before Carrie found a way to refuse, Chad ran over. “I won. First prize. A certificate to the toy store at the mall. Want to come with Dad and me tomorrow? You can help me choose.”
“I’d like that.”
“Dad and I are going to the haunted house. Not the real one though. Want to come? Everybody says it’s creepy.”
Carrie looked at the cluttered kitchen. “Do you mind if I go?”
“No problem,” Ruth said. “You’ve been a great help. See you on Monday.”
Carrie and Tony followed Chad into the dark tunnel leading to the haunted house. Luminous spiders hung in gauzy webs. Eerie laughter, moans, creaks, and rattles filled the air. Tony caught her hand. “Brings back memories.”
“Yes.” Her heart pounded. Were their memories the same? The first and only time, until the wedding that Tony had kissed her had been in a similar setting. At fourteen, she’d been awkward, but the brief touch of his lips had cemented her dreams of him and forever.
Tony stared at Carrie. In the dim light, he couldn’t read her expression. How would she react if he stole a kiss the way he had years ago? He bent his head and inhaled the scent of her bubble bath. A picture of Carrie in the tub flashed into his thoughts. The aroma had filtered from their shared bathroom and wove erotic images into his dreams.
“Dad, Carrie, come on.”
He straightened. “Guess we’d better go.”
“Guess so.”
Was that a note of regret in her voice? He reached for her hand.
“Dad, I’m waiting.”
“We’re coming.”
Chapter Six
Tony pulled into the driveway and parked his car. He’d been married for nearly three weeks and he was close to the fracture point. Living in close proximity to Carrie proved more difficult every day. Not that she created problems, unless the casual touches and enchanting smiles were designed to keep him on edge. Since the Halloween party, he’d been aware of every curve of her body. He’d spent evenings in the small office off the living room, claiming paperwork but engaging in full-blown fantasies.
He pounded the steering wheel. His emotions were tied in knots by lust and guilt. Last night, he’d finally read his copy of the will and discovered yet another stinger.
“If the marriage is proved not to be a true union, the money will be forfeit and distributed to the following charities.”
Surely she knew? She had a copy. They had to make love before the meeting with Mr. Hurcutt. The terms she’d set for the marriage had to be broken and he would savor the moment. Would he survive if she insisted on walking away after the money was hers? They had to talk, but he found the words difficult to express.
Shouts and laughter came from the backyard. He headed around the side of the house.
“Can’t catch me.” Carrie, a football tucked under her arm, charged past a group of boys.
Without a second thought, Tony joined the chase and grabbed her from behind. “Maybe they can’t, but I can.” She turned and her saucy grin sent an infusion of heat to his groin.
The grin slid from her face. Her eyes widened and the green darkened.
“Dad, you’ve spoiling the game,” Chad said. “You didn’t tell me she was a good runner. She should of been a boy.”
“I don’t know about that.” Tony’s hand brushed her breast and he felt her nipple tighten. His body responded.
So she wasn’t indifferent. It would make what they had to do less of a challenge.
Desire roiled his thoughts. He groaned and released her. His new knowledge raised a dilemma.
He’d promised her a marriage with no strings. Dumb move. Before he’d agreed, he should have told her how he felt. He should have told her about the plans and dreams he’d once had. He should have told her he loved her before he’d gotten involved with Marilyn. He hadn’t and so he’d blown their friendship and any chance for her love.
Did she understand a marriage in name only wasn’t enough? If Mr. Hurcutt learned they slept in different rooms, he could declare the marriage invalid. Their status, while not public, wasn’t a secret. The right question to the right person and Carrie’s inheritance would belong to charity. He knew his wife wouldn’t lie and he’d done enough of that. Why had her grandfather made such a strange will?
“Would you like to play?” she asked.
Her softly spoken question elicited a groan. He did, but not football, though touch played a major role in the game of his choice.
“Let me change.”
Maybe action would dull his need.
“All right!” Chad shouted. “Dad’s on my team.”
Guilt rushed over Tony. He’d been so tied by his feelings for Carrie and his anger about Marilyn’s attitude, he hadn’t spent much time with Chad, not the way he had before the wedding.
He charged upstairs and changed into sweats. As he dashed back to the game, he had an idea. This weekend, they would make arrangements to re-do Chad’s room-- curtains and bedspreads--- bunk beds--- a new desk and dresser--- paint. The redecoration would be another way to show Chad how much he was wanted and a way to involve Carrie.
He paused on the back porch. Carrie and two of Chad’s friends were standing in a huddle. She looked up. “We’re going to slaughter you.”
“Want to bet?” he said.
“Loser does the dishes.”
“Deal!”
A half hour later, the sky darkened. Chad’s friends headed across the yard to their homes. Tony smiled. Tonight he’d have no complaints from their parents about Chad’s behavior. In fact, there hadn’t been one since Carrie had appeared at the door.
“I’m starved,” Chad said. “What’s for dinner?”
“Oh, no!” Carrie ran to the house.
Tony and Chad followed. The odor of burnt food filled the kitchen. “What happened?” Tony asked.
“The mac and cheese.” She opened the oven. “I was supposed to put the burgers in and take this our an hour ago. Now what?”
Tony switched on the kitchen fan. “I’ll broil the burgers. Won’t take long.”
“Bake, broil.” She shook her head. “I can’t even follow simple directions.”
“You’ll learn.” He brushed her cheek with a finger. “I’ll handle dinner. We’ll have chips and salad. Go wash your face. You look like the grubby pest of years ago.”
Carrie bolted. She felt like she’d been branded. She considered staying to change his mind about the grubby pest, but she couldn’t. He might desire her, but he didn’t love her. She pressed her hand to her cheek to hold the warmth close.
“Boy, didn’t we have fun,” Chad said. “You played good, but Dad and me were better.”
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