A Fake Marriage Romance Collection

by Victorine E. Lieske

  His eyes opened and he sat up. “Let’s go dancing.”

  Tara shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  Rick slid closer to her. “It’ll be fun.” He put his arm around her shoulders. “Carter, take us to a night club.”

  “I’ve got to get back to Kylee.”

  “Hey,” Rick said, putting a finger on her lips. “We promised not to talk about her.”

  She ignored the tingling feeling coming from the contact and pulled his hand down. “No, you promised not to talk about her. I promised not to clobber you in the car, but I may have to break that promise if you get any closer.”

  He chuckled, but slid over. “As you wish.” Then he put on his dazzling smile. “But we’re still going dancing.”

  Tara sighed and gave in, even though dread was settling in her stomach.

  Chapter 5

  Rick awoke with another monster headache, and his phone playing “The Imperial March.” He moaned and rolled over, burying himself under the pillow. Phil. Why was he calling?

  After listening to the imposing tune stop and then start up again a couple of times, Rick reached over to the nightstand and gave in. “Hello?”

  “I told you no more booze.”

  Phil sounded mad. Oops. He tried to remember what had happened last night. He’d taken Tara out to eat. He’d had a few drinks, but no more than he could handle. They got in the car and . . . wait. He’d changed his mind about coming home. They’d gone to a club. He’d had a few more drinks, and he couldn’t remember anything else. He blinked. Crud. He was still wearing last night’s clothes.

  He was afraid to ask, but had to anyway. “What happened?”

  “You don’t remember?”

  “Just tell me.”

  Phil groaned. “You got plastered, then you crawled up on the bar, got down on one knee, and asked Tara to marry you.”

  Rick’s mind reeled. “I did?”

  “Yes. And now, instead of the classy, upscale proposal I had planned, everyone is talking about you getting sloppy drunk and asking your maid to marry you.”

  Why didn’t he remember any of that? What else had happened? He tried to sit up, but felt sick to his stomach. “It’s not so bad, right? I mean, I was going to propose anyway.”

  “This isn’t good. You don’t need more bad publicity, and here you go making yourself look like an idiot again.”

  His head pounded. He needed to get off the phone. “I’ll fix it.”

  “You’ll fix it by laying off the alcohol. I mean it. No more.”

  Rick sighed. “Yeah. Fine. Okay.”

  “You’d better. Or you can kiss your career goodbye.” The silence on the line told him Phil had hung up.

  He tossed his phone onto the nightstand and cocooned under the covers. Phil was overreacting. It wasn’t a big deal. He was supposed to propose to Tara. He just did it early.

  After lying there for another twenty minutes without being able to fall back asleep, Rick finally rolled out of bed and stumbled into his bathroom. He stood in the shower for a good half hour before he felt a little better. As he toweled off he used the intercom to ask for a cup of coffee to be brought up to him. Then he slipped into his boxers and jeans, and lathered up his face to shave.

  A knock sounded on his door as he was finishing up. He called out to the other room. “Come on in.”

  He looked in the mirror, sliding the razor over his chin to catch the last of the stubble. Then he rinsed the razor. Why wasn’t Eliza bringing him his coffee? He glanced at the doorway and froze. Tara stood there, holding his coffee mug, an unreadable expression on her face.

  If he had known she would be bringing him his coffee, he would have put his shirt on. Her gaze traveled over his chest before she steeled herself and pressed her lips together.

  His stomach churned under her scrutiny. “Hey.”

  “That’s what you have to say for yourself?” She walked into the room and set the mug down on the counter with a thunk.

  He picked it up and took a drink, the hot liquid running down his throat. Unsure of what he was supposed to say, he shrugged at her.

  “I see. You’re going to pretend last night didn’t happen.”

  Frustration welled in him. “If you want to talk about last night, you might want to fill me in, because after we got to the club, it’s all blank.”

  She huffed. “Figures.”

  “Phil told me I proposed. I didn’t mean to mess that up, but we were going to go down that road anyway, so I don’t see what the big deal is.” He took another sip of his coffee.

  “I’m not upset about the proposal,” she said, quietly.

  Oh no. What else did he do? Guilt surged in his chest, tightening his stomach. He reached for his t-shirt and pulled it on, giving him time to think of what he wanted to say. “I shouldn’t have had that much to drink.”

  She frowned. “Yes.”

  He ran a hand through his wet hair. Why was she staring like that? “If you’re not going to tell me what I did, then why are you here?”

  “I thought maybe you’d know. But it looks like you were so plastered that you blacked out. So I guess we are where we are.”

  What did that mean? He wanted to shake her and make her tell him, but he took a step back. “And where’s that?”

  “Engaged.” She turned and walked out of the room.

  Tara wasn’t sure why she didn’t simply tell Rick what had happened the night before. Instead, she’d acted like a moody teenager. What was wrong with her? Why couldn’t she just tell him he’d kissed her?

  And she didn’t understand why she was so angry about it. She’d agreed to marry him for a publicity stunt. It was only natural the public would have to see them kiss.

  So, why did that kiss upset her so much?

  She tried to push aside the memory of last night as she walked into the kitchen and sat down beside Kylee, but it didn’t work. At first the club was annoying. Loud music played, and Rick pulled her out on the dance floor. They were both overdressed, and she felt out of place until the music slowed and Rick pulled her close. His cologne did funny things to her, not to mention the way his arms around her made her heart stutter. She looked up at him, and those clear, blue eyes mesmerized her. They swayed to the music, and Tara felt a growing connection with him. When his lips came down on hers, all she could do was close her eyes and get lost in the intensity of the kiss.

  All her life she’d heard about kisses that made women weak in the knees, or sent them over a cliff, but she’d never experienced one until last night. Fireworks went off and everything. She felt like she could fly. That is, until it ended and Rick stared down at her, his eyebrows pulled together in consternation. Then he’d turned around and left her on the dance floor to get plastered at the bar. Classy.

  She thought she’d convinced him to leave right before he’d climbed up on the bar and announced to the whole club that he was going to marry her. Then he’d proposed. Suddenly everyone had their cell phones out, snapping photos and taking video.

  Tara had been mortified, but she was also stuck. She’d signed a contract. The only thing she could do was say yes, in front of all those people. She had to look excited, even though it made her look like a money grabbing nitwit, taking advantage of a drunk loser.

  Dragging him to the car after that wasn’t easy, and by the time they’d made it home his speech was so slurred he wasn’t making much sense. She’d helped him up the stairs, slipped off his shoes, and put him to bed. Then she went into her room. Since it was so late, you’d think she would have fallen right to sleep, but instead, the kiss played over and over in her head.

  Kylee scooped the last of her cereal into her mouth and looked up at Tara. “Can I go play now, Mommy?”

  “Sure.”

  “Are you going to come play with me?”

  “Yes. I’ll be up in a minute, then we’ll spend the day together.”

  Kylee’s face lit up. “Promise?”

  “Y
es.” Tara smiled as her daughter slid down from the stool at the breakfast bar and ran off. She picked up the bowl and walked to the sink.

  Eliza opened a cupboard and took out a canister. “So, what really happened last night?”

  Tara sent Eliza a sad smile. “He got drunk.”

  “That’s not unusual.”

  Tara rinsed the bowl and shut off the water. What had she gotten herself into? “Do you think he’s got a problem with alcohol?”

  Eliza shrugged and looked to the floor. “I shouldn’t be talking about this.” She turned back to preparing lunch.

  “Come on. Who else is going to tell me?”

  A frown crossed her face. “I don’t think he’s an alcoholic, if that’s what you’re asking. I think he drinks to forget,” she said softly. “And anyone who does that has a problem.”

  Tara contemplated that for a moment. Rick Shade wasn’t what he pretended to be . . . the shallow party boy. She wondered what lay beneath the surface. “I agree.”

  The swinging door opened and Rick came in. “There you are. I’ve been looking all over for you. Phil called back. He wants us to do some damage control. We have to go.” He closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose.

  Tara stiffened. “Go where?”

  “Ring shopping.” He turned and left.

  Of course they had to go ring shopping. And of course it would be some big production in front of flashing cameras. Ugh. Why did she agree to do this? She held back an eye roll and followed him out. “What about Kylee? I promised her we’d spend the day together.”

  “Amanda can watch her.”

  “Wait.” Tara grabbed Rick’s arm and forced him to turn around and face her. “Didn’t you hear me? I promised Kylee. I can’t go back on my promise.”

  He pulled his eyebrows together. “It’s not a big deal. It will just be an hour.”

  What was wrong with him? “I am not about to go back on my word to my daughter. She is at a very fragile place right now.” After what Bobby did, the little girl needed stability. She needed to know she could trust her own mother.

  Rick closed his eyes and rubbed his temples. “Please stop yelling,” he said, his voice low.

  “I’m not yelling. You’re hungover.”

  He opened his eyes and looked at her. “Then bring her with us. It won’t be a big deal.”

  Dread tightened in her chest. “But I don’t want her in front of the cameras.”

  A sympathetic expression filled his eyes. He reached out and took her hand in his. Warmth enveloped her. “I’m sorry. I know you want to shield your daughter. I’ll do my best to take the brunt of the attention.”

  She bit her lip, knowing she’d signed the stupid contract and had to do what Phil wanted.

  Rick ran his thumb over her knuckles. “It will be okay.”

  Her heart jumped. She pulled away from him, gazing at the floor.

  “Hey,” he said, putting his hand on her shoulder. “The kid . . . Kylee will be fine. I won’t let them harass her. Okay?”

  She looked up at him, knowing she was stuck. She had to. “Alright.”

  Chapter 6

  Rick wasn’t sure why Tara insisted that the kid couldn’t be left with the nanny, but he figured the public would find out about her soon anyway. Might as well let them see her. He just hoped she didn’t throw some awful temper tantrum. He didn’t need a screaming kid making his headache worse.

  He waited by the limo for Tara to come out. When she emerged from the doors wearing a skirt that flowed around her ankles and accentuated her slim figure, he tried not to stare. She really was going to melt America’s hearts. Her sandals showed off her pink toenails, and then he noticed her daughter wearing a skirt and pink toenails as well. Tara carried a booster seat and began buckling it in place.

  The kid smiled up at him, her little pigtails sticking up from her head. “Mommy said we’re going shopping, and if I’m good I get ice cream.”

  Brilliant. Tara was smart to think of that. He grinned at her. “Sounds yummy.”

  They climbed into the car and the little girl turned to him. “Will you sit by me?”

  “Sure.”

  She buckled herself into her booster seat then grabbed his hand. “You have to be good, or you don’t get ice cream.”

  Her face was so serious when she said it, he couldn’t help but laugh. The kid sure was cute. “I’ll remember.”

  The girl watched out the window as they pulled into traffic. “What are we going to buy?”

  “A ring for your mommy. We’re getting married.”

  Tara’s face paled. “Why did you say that?” she whispered.

  He leaned over to her. “Because it’s true.”

  “We shouldn’t pretend it’s real in front of Kylee. She’ll only be disappointed when . . . you know.”

  “Well we can’t tell her the truth. What four-year-old can keep a secret?”

  Tara pressed her lips together and turned away from him. He’d upset her again. Nice. He was on a roll. “Sorry, I just think—”

  “No, you’re right. I was hoping to spare her feelings, but I don’t think we can.”

  How broken up could the kid be about them splitting? Rick nodded sympathetically, even though he didn’t think the girl would care much one way or the other.

  Kylee squeezed his hand. “Are we going to the mall?”

  “No, we’re going to a jewelry store.” He turned to Tara. “Phil told the media, so there should be photographers.”

  “Okay.” Her eyes didn’t meet his, and he wondered if she was still upset about whatever his drunk-self did.

  “Listen, about last night.” She stiffened, but he continued. “I’m sorry. Whatever I did . . . I didn’t mean it.”

  She swallowed, still staring out the window. “I know.”

  Man, he must have been a jerk. He nudged her and gave her what he hoped was an apologetic smile. “Forgive me?”

  Her lips pressed together in a tight line. “Already forgotten.”

  They pulled up to Tiffany & Co. and Carter opened the door. Paparazzi camera flashes hit them as they got out of the car.

  “Rick, is this your future bride?”

  “Your fiancée has a child?”

  “Do you regret your drunken proposal?”

  “What are you going to do now?”

  Kylee hugged her mother’s leg and buried her face in the fabric of her skirt. Tara picked her up. Rick put his arm around Tara so they would look like a little family. “I don’t regret anything. We’re in love and getting married. We’re here to pick out the ring.”

  He smiled at the camera to give them a good photo opportunity before leading her into the store.

  An attendant in a suit immediately approached them. “Mr. Shade. Welcome. Right this way, sir.” They were ushered into a private room where rings were brought out and showcased to them.

  Tara held a perpetual frown and shook her head at each ring. Rick pulled the attendant aside. “Do you have anything bigger? These aren’t very ornate.”

  “Of course, sir.” They brought out another set of rings. She still shook her head at each one. Rick frowned. These rings were all five figures each. What did she expect? He’d spend a few million on her rock? That wasn’t part of the deal.

  He leaned over to whisper to her. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like anything they have?”

  “They’re all too big. Gaudy looking. Don’t they have anything simple?”

  Rick stared at her. She wasn’t fishing for a bigger ring. She wanted something smaller. He could barely believe it. “I’ll ask.”

  He pulled the attendant aside again and apologized, explaining what Tara wanted. The man nodded, happy to oblige. He brought in another set of rings, this time much smaller. The man picked up one with his gloved hands. “This one is particularly lovely, set in a platinum gold band. The wedding band nestles into it. Its simple elegance is appreciated by all.”

  Tara smiled and touched Rick’s arm. “I lo
ve it.”

  Rick took it from the attendant and slid it on her finger. Electricity zinged between them. He met her gaze, which seemed to hold an unspoken question. Had she felt it too?

  The ring fit her finger perfectly. “This is the one,” he said to the attendant.

  He paid for the rings. Tara kept the engagement ring on her finger, and they gave him the wedding band in a velvet box. The whole thing was done in under thirty minutes, which was good because the child looked bored and walked around the room the whole time, patting the chairs and muttering under her breath.

  Tara reached her hand out to Kylee. “Are you ready to go get ice cream?”

  Her face lit up. “Yes!” She ran to her mother and grabbed her hand.

  His phone rang and he glanced at the screen. Phil. He picked it up. “Hello?”

  “I’m setting up an engagement photo shoot. What time works for you this afternoon?”

  Rick just wanted to get all of it over with. “One o’clock.”

  “I’ll make the arrangements. We’ll shoot it in your home so it’s more convenient.”

  “Fine, whatever.” He hung up.

  He was silent as they drove to get the ice cream. Kylee patted his arm. “The trees are tired today.”

  He looked out the window. “What?”

  “They’re tired. See? They aren’t flapping today.”

  Rick wasn’t sure what she meant. “Flapping?”

  “The leaves were flapping yesterday, making wind. But they need to rest today. They worked hard yesterday.”

  She looked so serious, he wasn’t sure how to answer her. Would it crush her to know the leaves flapping didn’t make the wind? He decided to humor her. “Yes. I guess you’re right.”

  Kylee continued to chatter as they drove. He wondered how she could have that much to say but not really say anything. They got out at the ice cream shop and several people took photos with their cell phones. He flashed a smile, then went inside. At least his headache had subsided. He sat in a booth and Kylee climbed up on his lap, snuggling into him. She smelled like strawberry shampoo.