Rent A Millionaire Groom
Rent A Millionaire Groom
Judy Christenberry
Quickcheck the phone book under ''Groom''!Independent lady Elise Foster didn't want a husbandbut she was desperate for a fianc. To pacify her marriage-hungry family, she had to find a hunk she could pass off as her man-in-waiting. Then the perfect candidategorgeous James Dillonadopted the part of adoring fianc as if he'd been born for the role. His fiery kisses packed such passion that Miss Single-and-Proud-of-It fell smack-dab in love with her decoy! And now Elise was determined to make the ruse real. James didn't know it yet, but he was about to go from leased fianc to rent-to-own groom!
Rent a Millionaire Groom
Judy Christenberry
www.millsandboon.co.uk (http://www.millsandboon.co.uk)
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Judy Christenberry has been writing romances for fifteen years because she loves happy endings as much as her readers. Judy quit teaching French recently and devoted her time to writing. She hopes readers have as much fun reading her stories as she does writing them. She spends her spare time reading, watching her favorite sports teams and keeping track of her two daughters. Judys a native Texan, but now lives in Arizona.
When three best friends need advice on finding that perfect love match they turn to the wisest relationship book around
2001 WAYS TO WED
Youve probably dreamed about your wedding since you were a girl. Was your someday wedding a lavish event fit for a princess, or an intimate, candlelit ceremony at a town-square church? You likely imagined a dress to die for and a ring with endless glitter. What song would mark your first dance as man and wife?
Back then, the wedding was of more interest than the groom. Boys werewellicky. As a woman, your feelings about the opposite sex have come a long way from ickyyou like men! So much, in fact, that youd like to spend your life with one.
This book offers rock-solid advice about getting on the path to a happy marriage. First, youve got to stop treating the dating scene like a grab bag, taking the first prize you get your hands on. Youre a beautiful, talented, giving womanand theres an equally wonderful man out there for you. And with 2001 WAYS TO WED, youre sure to findand marryhim!
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Prologue
Elise Foster paused outside the front window of The Prickly Pear, spotting her two best friends through the plate glass.
The three of them were so different. Phoebe was a tall, beautiful blonde, the kind of woman men noticed. Not that they could ignore Daisy, with her auburn hair and vibrant smile. Elise considered herself to be average in looks compared to the other two, but tonight she had the answer to their problem.
With a pleased smile, she swung open the door and entered their favorite meeting place, a caf and bar near Mesa Blue, the condominium complex where they all lived. Sorry Im late, she said by way of a greeting.
No problem, Phoebe said with a grin. Weve been looking for potential candidates.
And? Elise asked, wondering if her solution might not be needed.
Daisy didnt smile. Nothing. No one.
Daisy, maybe youre being tootoo choosey, Phoebe said gently. You know, there really arent any Prince Charmings out there. Just ordinary guys.
Daisy stared her friend down. Maybe not, but he should at least make me wantwant him.
Shes got you there, Elise agreed. Her friend had recently visited her doctor. After suffering from endometriosis for years, Daisy had to get pregnant in the very near future if she was ever to have a child. And she desperately wanted a baby.
Thats why Phoebe and Elise were trying to help her, in spite of their own reluctance to march down the aisle. So far theyd had no luck.
Elise put a package on the table. I have a solution.
Her friends stared at the small shopping bag and then at her.
Daisy leaned forward. I had someone a little taller in mind, Elise.
Elise grinned in return. Thats the solution to finding the man, silly, not the man himself.
Whew, thats a relief, Phoebe said with a chuckle. I thought maybe youd found a store named Daddys Are Us, or something.
I wish I had. It would make things easier. No, I stopped by the bookstore on the way here.
Her friends rolled their eyes.
Like thats unusual, Phoebe muttered.
Ignoring them, Elise pulled a book from the bag. Ta-da!
Both women leaned closer, staring at the title, 2001 WAYS TO WED.
Youre kidding, right? Phoebe demanded. You bought one of those books that tells you never to go out without your makeup? To learn how to cook gourmet meals and always agree with whatever he says?
No, this book is different. Itsits sensible.
Daisy pulled the book from Elises grasp and opened it.
Well? Phoebe asked as she leaned over to look, too.
It does seem to be practical. It says to smile a lot. To be positive. To think good thoughts about yourself. Daisy chewed on her bottom lip as she studied the words.
Elise noticed several men with their attention fixed on Daisy, clearly intrigued by her. That was why the entire campaign seemed ridiculous. Men wanted Daisy, but so far Daisy hadnt come up with a man she wanted.
Phoebe had suggested she and Elise help by introducing any men they knew. Unfortunately, Elise didnt know many men. Shed sworn off them a long time ago. And the only man in the Foreign Language Department at Arizona State University where she taught was Herr Gutenberg. At 5 foot 6 inches, with no hair, the 60-year-old wasnt the man for Daisy.
Their favorite waiter, George, arrived at the table. Hey, Elise, what can I bring you?
A diet cola, George. Ive got to keep a clear mind tonight. That was a running joke, since Elise always ordered a diet cola.
Aha, big doins this evening?
Yep. Were on a search.
George, assuming she was joking, said, Well, if you find the meaning of life, let me know. Then he took their orders and headed for the kitchen.
When they were alone once more, Elise said, Well all three study this book. Surely, then, well be able to find the perfect candidate for Daisy.
And maybe for both of you, too, Daisy added, a hopeful smile on her face.
No, thank you, Phoebe and Elise said together.
They both laughed. Then Phoebe added, Some people arent meant to be married, sweetie. Im one of those.
And I have my career to think of, you know, Elise added. No, well help you, but were not interested in husbands.
Chapter One
Elise Foster hung up the phone and ran a hand frustratedly through her hair. Her mother was going to drive her crazy. As the eldest of seven sisters, Elise had lived through five weddings featuring her sisters. Now Sharon, the baby, was getting married.
Her mother was concerned about Elises old-maid status. And shed urged her other daughters to talk to Elise about her solitary state, also. It seemed at least one of them called every day.
The situation hadnt been helped when she received a wedding invitation in the mail yesterday from her ex-fianc.
Their engagement had ended twelve years ago, at the end of Elises senior year in college. Shed discovered Richard wasnt interested in her, just in a good hostess for his blossoming career. She, of course, wasnt expected to have a career. It might interfere with his.
Even the fact that this was his second wedding didnt settle her stomach. Nor did the fact that she didnt want a husband.
But she wanted a fianc badly.
That thought had been running around her mind for several days. A fianctemporary, of coursewould get her sisters and her mother off her back. And she wouldnt feel she had to justify choosing to be alone every time she was introduced to someone new at her sisters wedding.
If she had a best friend, a hunk, hanging around, shed ask him to do her a favor and pretend for a few days that he couldnt live without her.
But all her friends were female.
With a sigh she settled back in her chair. Her gaze lit on the book shed bought, 2001 WAYS TO WED. If she were searching for a real husbandbut she wasnt. She had kept the book, however, to study it before she passed it over to Phoebe.
Maybe she should hire a fianc. But that would mean going to an escort service. Shed heard those places weredistasteful. Besides, she wanted someone who would draw envy from her sisters. She wanted Prince Charming.
She picked up the book and idly flipped through it. Shed already read it several times. Then, suddenly, she sat upright in her chair. Of course. Why hadnt she thought of that before?
The chapter entitled Dont Forget Your Neighbors had given her an idea. She didnt have any neighbors at home who would do. But at work, that was another matter. ASU had an excellent Drama Department. She could hire a starving actor to be her fianc.
She hurried from her office. One of her fellow professors, Dr. Grable, had worked with the Drama Department last semester when theyd been producing one of Moli?res plays. Maybe she could recommend someone.
Several hours later, after teaching her two oclock class and delicately questioning Cecille Grable, Elise took a deep breath and headed for the Drama Department.
Cecilles response kept playing in her mind. Well, if youre looking for what the young ladies today call a hunk, Id recommend Bobby Dillon. Hes a teaching assistant, a little older than the college students, but he grabs the eye. If one is interested in such things. Cecille, nearing retirement age, had a twinkle in her eye that told Elise even she was still interested in such things.
Elise opened the door to the semi-dark auditorium and slid into the last row of seats, hoping her eyes would adjust quickly to the dim light. On stage, a number of students were going through their lines.
How was she going to identify the young man? And heavens, she hoped he didnt look too young. There were several handsome young men on stage, but
Repeat that line. I couldnt hear it at all.
The deep, silky voice that gave the command came from the center of the auditorium. Elise hadnt noticed the man slumped down in his chair.
The voice alone made him perfect for her needs. He could read the telephone directory and shed be enthralled. No wonder he was in the Drama Department. He had a great future ahead of him.
Of course, she also hoped he was handsome. But Cecille had said
The house lights came up and the man stood. Tall, broad-shouldered, trim. So far so good. Elise quickly rose and hurried down the aisle, determined to catch him before he moved to the stage and they had an audience.
Mr. Dillon? she called softly.
Hed just reached the end of the row of seats and he spun around, as if startled. With a frown, he replied, Yes?
May I have a word with you?
He didnt look any too happy, so she quickly added, Its about a job.
He stared at her, and she felt her cheeks flush. She wasnt used to such concentrated interest. He began, The normal channels
Itsits personal. I mean, I dont need you to appear on stage, butits rather difficult to explain. Ill be glad to buy you a cup of coffee while I try to make it clear. I havent figured out how much to offer you, but Im sure we can come to an agreement.
Youre offering me a job?
His surprise didnt make sense, unless it was caused by his pride. Why, yes. Please dont be embarrassed. I understand acting jobs arent too plentiful unless youre in Hollywood. He continued to stare at her. You are Bobby Dillon, arent you?
His eyes seemed to widen. Then, after a quick look over his shoulder, he said, Yes, thats me. ImIm Bobby Dillon.
And Cecille had been right. He was perfect. If you dont want to go to the Student Union, theres a coffee shop a couple of blocks over. Shall I meet you there in she paused to look at her watch fifteen minutes?
All right, he agreed.
She stuck out her hand to seal the agreement, almost afraid he wouldnt show. Ill see you there.
Yes, he agreed.
She could feel his gaze on her as she walked out of the auditorium, and for the first time in her life she wished she had Phoebes knockout looks.
She wasnt much of a match for the Prince Charming shed just found.
JAMES DILLON STARED at the young woman walking away. Her neat figure would attract almost any man, but it was the anxious expression in her green eyes that had caught his attention.
That and the offer of a job.
He chuckled, a sound not often heard of late. There hadnt been a lot to laugh about. Which explained why he was hanging out on campus, visiting his brother, the apparently famous Bobby Dillon.
Who was that? Bobby asked, coming up behind him.
Im not sure.
Bobby shrugged. Well, thanks for helping me out. I was pretty sure Sandy wasnt projecting, but I needed to be on stage to keep the pace going.
Glad to be of assistance. James was barely following Bobbys words. He couldnt stop thinking about the woman. She wasnt a studentnot dressed in that suit. Her light brown hair had been pulled back with a clasp, small gold earrings on her ears. Nothing flashy, suggestive or even inviting.
The opposite of Sylvia, his ex-wife, thank God.
So, Ill see you later? Bobby asked, turning back toward the stage. Or youre welcome to hang around for the next class, if you want.
Uh, no, thanks, Ive gotgot some things to do. See you later.
Bobby called an agreement over his shoulder, leaving James free to concentrate on the mystery woman.
Her request had seemed really important to her. Of course, he knew it was unfair to let her think he was Bobby. After he heard her offer, hed probably have to confess his lie. But just for a while, for an hour, he could be someone other than James Dillon, wealthy businessman, pursued by women all over Arizona.
Lately, being James Dillon hadnt been much fun.
So dressed in jeans, tennis shoes, a short-sleeved knit shirt with the shirttail hanging out, hed come to see Bobby.
He checked his watch. Hed have to hurry to make the fifteen-minute deadline. And it suddenly seemed important to find out exactly what Miss Green Eyes wanted.
Because he was a sucker for green eyes.
ELISE HAD GONE straight to the coffee shop, needing time to pull herself together and go over her proposal. The man was perfect, and she didnt want to mess things up. Now that shed seen him, the half-baked plan had become a necessity.
Her sisters would die. He was handsome, as Cecille had saidbut there was more. He carried an air of authority that commanded attention. Her thoughts flew to her ex-fianc, Richard. Hed be apoplectic with jealousy.
That thought pleased her, even as she acknowledged its pettiness. Why Bobby hadnt been discovered professionally yet, she didnt know. But she could predict a brilliant future for him in Hollywood.
Something caused her to look up, and she almost forgot to breathe. He stood by the table, waiting for her to invite him to join her. Oh, hi! she said, realizing she sounded as breathy and enthralled as a freshman girl talking to the senior football star.
She cleared her throat. Wont you sit down?
That was better, more professional.
He smiled, and she had to take another deep breath. She figured his value just doubled.
Thanks. You know me, but I havent met you before, have I? Whats your name?
Her cheeks flamed. Oh, Im so sorry. I was intent on getting you to listen to me. I forgot to introduce myself. Im Dr. Elise Foster, French professor at the school.
Im delighted to meet you.
Thank you, Bobby, she said, letting out her pent-up breath. He looked older and somehow more sophisticated than the college students. But he was a teaching assistant, she remembered, so he had to be in advanced graduate studies.
He frowned, and she wondered what shed said wrong.
Would you mind calling me James? Bobby is a stage name. Unless I need it for the job youre offering.
Of course, James. I mean, it wont be necessary if you Yes, thats fine.
The waitress appeared beside the table, distracting them. Elise ordered a diet cola, but James opted for coffee.
Do you want anything to eat? A piece of pie, French fries, a hamburger? she offered. After all, actors were notoriously broke. Maybe he hadnt eaten in a while.
No thanks, just coffee.
As soon as the waitress left, he leaned forward, loosely clasping his hands together on the table.
She loved his hands. Well-tended, the fingers were long but strong, powerful. She also noticed he wore no wedding ring. She hadnt even thought to ask about that.
Youre not married, are you? she asked hurriedly.
One dark eyebrow rose over clear blue eyes. Thisoffer is getting more interesting by the minute.
She blushed again. No! I didnt mean It might complicate things if Never mind.
No, Im not married.
Oh, good. At least he hadnt run out of the coffee shop in horror. She wasnt managing to sound as in control as shed planned, but he was still here.
Why does it matter?
Well, I told you the job waswas personal. I dont want you to get the wrong idea, but I need an escort.
That fascinating brow rose again. I cant believe you have difficulty finding an escort, Dr. Foster.
Um, make it Elise. Its not I dont date much.
Your choice, Im sure.
That was flattering, but considering all the weeks theyd worked trying to find a man for Daisy, she wasnt sure it was accurate. The thought of Daisy made her feel guilty. Should she introduce her friend to BobbyJames? No, an actor wasnt in a stable job situation. That wouldnt do at all for a prospective father.
That rationalization made her feel much better.
Are we talking about a class reunion? he guessed. Ive heard of people taking pretend partners to those things to impress their classmates.
He was taking everything very well, but Elise hated the conversation. She would never do that, lie to impress someone. That had been Richards standard M.O.
But thats what youre doing, isnt it? a small voice inside her asked. No, Im lying to get some peace from my family. She needed to make sure that James understood that.
Its not a reunion. She licked her suddenly dry lips. You see, I come from a large family.
Lucky you.
She blinked, surprised by his response. Dont you have brothers and sisters?
One brother. But theres eleven years difference between us, so it was almost like being an only child.
Oh. Well, I guess there are advantages to a large family, though some days its hard to remember them.
He smiled again, and she figured hed make his fortune on the basis of his smile alone. Or his eyes. His Paul Newman blue eyes crinkled slightly at the corners.
Um, yes, well, I have six sisters and one brother.
So there are eight of you. Thats quite a large family these days.
She felt as if she was babbling, and shed had everything planned out so rationally. Yes, she agreed, and clamped her mouth shut.
That eyebrow again. He looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
Sharon, my baby sister, is getting married soon.
The youngest? How old is she?
Twenty-two. She finished college in December.
He frowned, and she caught her breath. You and your sisters mustve been born close together because you dont look much older.
He was good with the flattery. She supposed it must be his stock-in-trade. Im thirty-three. My brother is older.
And you already have your doctorate? Im impressed. Did you study in France?
Yes, at the Never mind, she hurriedly said. If she wasnt careful, shed get distracted and never tell him what she really wanted.
You want to stick to the subject? he asked, smiling again, a twinkle in his eye.
With a sigh, she said, Yes, please. This is difficult enough as it is.
To ask me to escort you to your sisters wedding? Thats not asking much. Ill be glad to take you.
Elise seriously considered accepting his offer. Then she could tell him just before the wedding that she actually needed him to appear to be more than just her datebut that would be wrong.
With another sigh, she said, Thank you, but thats not exactly what Im asking. She cleared her throat and tried again. Im asking you to be my fianc.
Chapter Two
He couldnt believe it.
Hed been suckered in, like an inexperienced teenager.
Damn it, he was thirty-six. Hed been chased by the best, and hed fallen for this green-eyed witchs simple plan.
He schooled his features to give nothing away. Im not interested in marriage, Dr. Foster.
As he started to rise, her hand reached across the table and grabbed his wrist. He didnt know whether to believe the look of horror on her face. If she was acting, she was damn good.
No! I mean, neither am I!
He raised his eyebrow again, still not convinced it wasnt a trap. Too many women had seen his millions as a ticket to easy street.
I meant I want you to come to the wedding as my pretend fianc. I only need you until after the wedding. I like being single. I have my career. Its only a pretense!
She sounded desperate, hed give her that. But he didnt see why it would be so important to herunless she had an ulterior motive. Why is it necessary?
Look, I Oh, never mind. It was a crazy idea. Ill figure out something.
Now it was his turn to reach out and stop her from rising. Was he crazy? He was backing away from the exit sign. Just explain. You owe me that, at least.
Her cheeks were red from what might have been embarrassment and she kept her gaze lowered, denying him the sight of those beautiful green eyes. A strand of hair, curling slightly, had escaped the clasp and dangled beside her cheek, urging him to tuck it behind her ear. Most of all, her full pink lips, without lipstick, trembled.
Im tired of being harassed, she muttered.
Harassed? By whom?
My family! she almost shouted, her eyes blazing with what appeared to be anger as she finally looked at him. They wont leave me alone. I chose not to marry. Not to be aa satellite to some man. I have my own career and Im happy with my life. But they wont leave me alone!
The cold anger in his own heart eased slightly. He was beginning to believe her again. What do they do?
You mean other than calling me every day to suggest Im a loser old maid with no prospects? she returned, sarcasm having replaced the anger.
Every day?
I have six sisters plus my mother. And she has two sisters. My grandmother died last year, so she cant join inbut she would if she could.
No wonder you werent enthusiastic about large families, he said, relaxing a little more.
Tears pooled in her eyes. I love my family. Butbut theyre driving me crazy!
Leaning forward, he captured her hands in his. But, Elise, this would only be a temporary solution. Then what?
You dont understand. Its the prospect of a wedding that stirs them all up. And this is the last wedding. Every sister will be married. There wont be any more weddings on the horizon to get them excited. Chance, my brother, certainly wont be marching down the aisle. So if I can just get through this one, Ill be okay.
Are you sure?
Yes. I dont see them all that often. For several months after the wedding I can tell them youve gotten a role in Hollywood. Then Ill tell them we cant marry because youre always gone. Its simple.
James didnt quite believe her last statement. But the prospect of pretending to be Elises fianc had some appeal for him. A great deal of appeal, actually. He was fascinated by her emotion, her soft lips, her green eyes.
Recognizing a danger signal when he saw it, he let go of her hands and sat back. When is the wedding?
In three weeks. That would be enough time toto learn about each other, wouldnt it? I mean, I can write out everything youd have to know.
Her scholarly approach tickled him. She thought she could write a report and they could convince everyone they were lovers? He grinned. Well, now, Im a method actor, sweetheart. Id have to spend time with you to do a good job.
The reluctance on her face assured him hed been wrong about Elise Foster. She wasnt trying to marry him. She didnt even want to date him. Which only made her more attractive.
Spend time? How much time? I mean, I have my classes and office hours and grading papers. I cant
Evenings, Elise. I have work to do, too. But we could spend a few evenings together, have dinner, talkyou know, like a real couple.
She looked lost. He understood. He hadnt dated anyone on a regular basis in years. He hadnt been comfortable enough with a woman to let her get that close. Was he making another mistake?
I suppose we couldspend a few evenings together.
Okay, youve got a deal. He extended his hand across the table.
After hesitating, she put her hand in his. But we havent discussed your fee.
Thats not necessary. In fact, he was wondering if he should offer to pay her. There was an excitement singing through his veins, an enthusiasm for the days ahead that he hadnt felt in some time.
Of course, its necessary. Im hiring you. How much would you be paid for your time if you were doing a play?
He had no idea what Bobby would receive, so he guessed. Union wages are a hundred and twenty a day.
She swallowed. Okay. Howhow many times will we need to go out?
Oh, you dont pay me for those evenings. Thats research. Im responsible for research. You only pay for the time at the wedding. He grinned, proud of his solution.
No, thats not right. The wedding will be three days, but Ill pay half that rate for the evenings. She gave an abrupt nod, firmness in her lips.
He thought she looked adorable.
He shook his head, trying to dismiss that thought.
No? You wont agree to half? Okay, I can pay full
Thats not what I meant! Thats fine. What you said was fine. Well settle up after the wedding. When it was over, hed tell her who he really was. Payment wouldnt be necessary.
But wont you need some money in advance? She bit down on her bottom lip, and James longed to pull her to him, to touch her there.
Uh, no, Ill be fine.
Her earnest, professorial look firmly in place, she said, Look, James, dont let your pride get in the way. I know teaching assistants dont make much money. Ill write a check for five hundred dollars and you keep a list of expenses.
What could he say? He wanted that check. It was proof that she wasnt after his money, wasnt it? Not that hed cash it. Instead, hed probably frame it, to remember a certain green-eyed siren who had captured himtemporarily.
ELISE WAS UNSETTLED by her arrangement.
Or maybe she was unsettled by Jamess insistence that their first research evening be tonight.
Not that shed had plans. No, she had intended to go over her lesson plans for the next day. And there was a test she needed to grade. Normal activities.
Or maybe she was unsettled by the excitement filling her. This wasnt a date! And even if it were, a date shouldnt cause such interest. After all, a male friend was no different from a female one.
That blatant lie couldnt sail past her truth alarm without ringing wildly. Okay, so sitting across from James Dillon, date or not, was a lot different from sitting with Phoebe and Daisy.
She didnt shampoo her hair for Phoebe and Daisy.
Or shave her legs.
The phone rang.
Hi, Phoebe sang out, her voice cheery. I met a man today.
Elise gasped. She had? It must be catching.
Im going to introduce him to Daisy, Phoebe continued.
Oh. Big difference. Elise wasnt going to introduce the man shed met to Daisy. Because he wasnt right for her.
Thats great. Have you told Daisy?
Nope. I thought wed all grab a bite to eat at The Prickly Pear and discuss it. You can help me convince her.
Tonight? Elise almost squeaked, then cleared her throat to sound normal. Uh, I cant tonight.
Why not?
Im, uh, doing research.
For Daisy?
No! For me. Im using the book to solve one of my problems.
When are you going out?
At seven.
Great, Daisy and I will be right over. We want to hear all about this research.
Before Elise could protest, Phoebe hung up. But it didnt matter. Shed have to tell her friends the truth, anyway, sooner or later. Better to get it out of the way.
She grabbed a quick shower, shampooed her hair. When she stepped out, the doorbell was ringing. Coming! she shouted as she dashed to her bedroom to find her silky robe. Then she let in her two friends.
Whats going on? Daisy asked at once. It sounds mysterious.
No, its not. Come in. Ill get us a cola. Elise figured she had half an hour before she needed to get ready. Ive figured out a way to stop my family from harassing me about my single state.
Thats hard to believe, Phoebe said. Havent they been making daily calls?
Yes. But Ive found a fianc.
Daisy almost dropped the drink Elise had just handed her. What? Youre engaged?
No, but the book said look around your neighborhood and
Youre hitting on Jeff? Elise, hes way too young for you, Phoebe interrupted. Besides, I thought you didnt want to marry?
Elise closed her eyes, knowing shed made a mess of her explanation. Jeff was the guy who cleaned the pool at Mesa Blue. He was always flirting with all of them, but he was only twenty-twoa baby.
Just how old do you think James is? that irritating inner voice asked. She didnt want to think about that. Instead, she attempted to answer Phoebe.
I dont want to marry. Im telling this all wrong, just like I did this afternoon.
You told someone else before you told us? Daisy asked, hurt in her eyes.
Well, I had to! Elise exclaimed. Otherwise he wouldnt have agreed to be my fianc. My pretend fianc! she emphasized.
Oh, this is good, Phoebe said, curling up on the sofa. Tell us all about him.
And Elise did, providing the basic facts. Phoebe, however, thought shed left something out.
You havent described him.
Well, hes your typical Hollywood hunk. Elise hoped that would satisfy her friends. She shouldve known better.
After staring at her, Phoebe nodded her head and said, I cant wait to meet him. Are you going to introduce him to Daisy afterwards?
No! Actors arentstable. I mean, their jobs arent stable. That wouldnt be good for a prospective dad, you know.
Shes right, Daisy agreed, which settled Elises nerves. Theyre always gone. And theyre notorious for having affairs with the women they work with.
Elise didnt like that thought. Not that it was any of her business what James did when he made movies. If he made movies.
Desperate to end the conversation before she revealed too much to herself as well as to her friends, she stood. Look, I need to get ready. Hes going to be here at seven.
Want to let me do your makeup? Phoebe asked.
Phoebe was a makeup consultant as well as a college student, a retread college student as she called herself, and she frequently offered to do Elises makeup. Elise always refused.
This isnt a date, Phoebe, but thank you. Its research. Thats what James called it.
Okay, come on, Daisy, and Ill tell you about the guy I found for you today over dinner at The Prickly Pear. Phoebe stood and offered a hand to pull Daisy to her feet.
Daisy joined Phoebe. I wish you were coming with us, Elise.
When I get in, Ill call you to find out what the two of you decided about the latest husband prospect for Daisy. With that book to help us, Im sure youll be married and expecting soon, Daisy.
I hope so, Daisy said with a sigh.
JAMES COULDNT BELIEVE how much he was looking forward to his evening with Elise. Dr. Elise Foster. His friends would laugh if they realized he was dating an egghead, an intellectual.
Not that he was dumb, but hed made his money understanding popular culture. His ad agency had done some of the most successful ad campaigns in the past few years. That was a long way from Shakespeare, or maybe he should say Moli?re, the French answer to the famous English playwright.
And Bobby would probably come unglued. James was pretty sure Bobby had taken French with Elise. He remembered now his brother talking about a beautiful French teacher. And Elise was beautiful, in a quiet way. Bobby had only stayed in the class one semester. Studying verb conjugations wasnt his cup of tea. Hed only wanted to pick up the proper accent.
That probably explained why Elise hadnt remembered his brother.
He dressed carefully, sticking with jeans and a casual shirt, topped by a linen sports coat. He took the check Elise had given him and tucked it in his breast pocket. His good luck charm.
Earlier, hed convinced his housekeeper to swap cars with him for the evening. She hadnt wanted to drive his Mercedes, but shed promised to visit her sister. If he turned up in the sleek black car, Elise would smell a rat for sure. So tonight, he was driving MaryBelles inexpensive sedan.
He reminded himself to talk MaryBelle into allowing him to get the car tuned up for her. It was an older model car, and the rough sound of the engine had him concerned for MaryBelles safety. His housekeeper was an energetic sixty-year-old, who could cook and clean like a demon. But she knew nothing about cars. If it broke down with her, shed be stranded.
He parked in front of the condominiums where Elise lived. Mesa Blue. It actually had a front lawn, an unusual feature in Phoenix. Elise had said it got its name from the swimming pool, the center of the complex. Its tile bottom was a deep blue.
He approved of the well-lit area. It looked safe to him. Funny, hed never evaluated the security of his dates homes before. It was probably because hed been thinking about MaryBelles safety. Yeah, that was it.
He found her apartment on the second floor, apartment 2D, and knocked. His heart rate sped up as he heard footsteps approaching.
When the door opened, he caught his breath.
Gone was the staid suit, the prim hairdo. Elise was dressed in jeans, as he was, topped by a green short-sleeved sweater with a modest V-neck. Her light brown hair was down, curving around her face, and she looked like a college student herself.
He found himself leaning forward, as if to kiss her hello, and stepped back. Ready? he asked hastily.
Yes. Do you want to come in for a drink?
If you dont mind, no. Im starving.
She immediately stepped out of her apartment and locked the door behind her. Of course. Where shall we go?
Ive found a place I think youll like. I wanted somewhere quiet so we can talk. Some of these places have the music turned up so loud you cant hear yourself think.
Some of the tension hed noted on her face eased. I know what you mean. I thought you might prefer those kinds of places. Youreyoure younger, I suppose.
Actually, Im not as young as you might think, he admitted, avoiding her gaze. I came back to ASU after trying my luck on the job market. I discovered Im more interested in creating drama than I am in acting. At least, thats what his brother Bobby had told him when Bobby had made the decision to return to college after a couple of years in Los Angeles.
Really? Do you write plays?
Im working on a couple. Nothing thats been bought yet.
Thats wonderful, James, she said eagerly.
He wasnt sure why that news pleased her so, but he had no objection to making her happy. She was practically beaming at him.
You prefer a playwright to an actor?
Her cheeks flushed and she looked away. It just seems moremore interesting, actually. One of my friends is creative. She has a gallery nearby called Native Art. But her greatest happiness comes when she creates her own art.
Hey, Ive been in that store. She has some nice stuff. And shes done some of it? He put his hand on her back to guide her down the stairs, liking the warmth of her, a soft floral scent drifting to his nostrils.
Actually, no. She creates pottery for her friends, but she wont put her own work in the store. She doesnt think its good enough.
Creative people are often unsure of themselves. He dealt with employees like Elises friend. Brilliant people, but their mood swings sometimes made them difficult to work with.
Are you?
It took him a minute to figure out what she was asking. Uh, I suppose we all are unsure of ourselves sometimes.
When he and Sylvia had divorced, the anger in him had fueled his first few years, leaving him no room for self-doubt. By the time the anger had dissipated, hed risen so high in the business, he had a history to fall back on. He hadnt thought of his past like that. Maybe he owed Sylvia, after all.
He chuckled, amused by his thoughts.
Whats funny? Elise asked, as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
Sorry. Your question reminded me of some of my early struggles.
Its good that you can laugh at them.
Yeah, it is. He hadnt laughed at them before. Elise was good for him.
I hope you dont mind my car. Its not exactly elegant, he said, directing her to MaryBelles car. Hed rather be driving his Mercedes.
Of course, I dont mind. In fact, we can drive mine if you want.
No, well takemine. But what kind of car do you drive? I hope its safe.
Oh, yes. Ive never had any trouble with it.
Good, he agreed, and held open the door for her.
He got behind the wheel, glad hed already adjusted the seat and the mirrors for his height. He backed out of the parking lot. I like your condos. They look nice.
Yes, they are. The people who live here are wonderful. My two best friends are here, but everyones friendly.
He couldnt imagine anyone being unfriendly to Elise, especially men. Any single men live here?
Well, theres Jeff and Bill.
He assured himself it was curiosity that had him asking, Why didnt you ask one of them to be your pretend fianc?
She smiled at him. Because Jeff is the same age as my students and Bill is almost old enough to be my father. Neither of them would be able to convince my sisters we were serious.
He nodded, accepting the implied compliment with a smile. Well, Ill do my best to be convincing.
Im sure you will.
James saw the sign for the place hed found earlier, having decided it would be perfect for a casual meal and conversation. Someplace where he wouldnt be recognized.
Here we are, he said as he parked the car.
He turned to Elise, only to find her staring at the restaurant, her face pale.
Chapter Three
Elise stared at the familiar sign: The Prickly Pear. Out of all the restaurants in Phoenix, hed chosen her favorite hangout? Where her friends were dining?
Is something wrong? Dont you like this place?
Ohyes, I love it. I come here often.
Is that it? Youre afraid youll be seen with me?
She heard the annoyance in his voice. With a smile, she said, Are you kidding? Being seen with you will do wonders for my reputation.
Her words mustve pleased him because he gave her that devastating smile and squeezed her hand.
Good. I was afraid you had a boyfriend stashed away somewhere and didnt want him to see us out together.
He got out of the car and came around to open her door before she could pull herself together to get out. A boyfriend? she repeated. If I had a boyfriend, why would I hire you?
He was still smiling as he took her by the hand. I guess you wouldnt.
Um, Jeff, the guy who cleans the pool, might be bartending tonight. Thats his part-time job. Andand my friends Phoebe and Daisy were coming here for dinner. But theres no one else. I mean, Im not hiding anyone.
James held the door open for her, and she walked in. The hostess who normally worked there wasnt in sight. George, their usual waiter, saw her pausing by the door and came sailing by, a tray in his hands. He stooped and kissed her cheek.
Hi, love. Just pick a table anywhere. You know the routine. Then he headed off to deliver the food on his tray.
Elise swallowed and turned to look at James. He had a curiously suspicious look on his face. Thats George. He usually waits on us.
Yeah, I can tell you know him. Why didnt you ask him?
Lowering her voice so no one could hear her, she said, Because George is already married. He and his wife are attending school and working part time.
James took a deep breath. Okay. Where do you want to sit.
Phoebe and Daisy had discovered them by that time and were waving from across the room. Uh, my friends are here. Do you mind if we say hello?
Of course not. But Id rather not join them tonight. We need to talk, to get to know each other.
Yes, of course. She led the way to their table, glad they werent going to have dinner with Phoebe and Daisy. James would only have eyes for her friends. They were so alive, so beautiful.
Hi, Phoebe and Daisy. This is James Dillon. James, these are my two best friends, Phoebe Lane and Daisy Redford.
Evening, ladies.
Elise could tell how impressed her friends were with James. Which only reinforced her confidence in her excellent choice. Her sisters would be overwhelmed.
She smiled at her friends, pleased at their approval.
Jamess arm came around her shoulders, surprising her. His warmth, the scent of his aftershave, the thrill she experienced when he touched her, distracted her. And filled her with concern. She didnt want to become too interested in James Dillon.
You know, Elise, why dont we join Phoebe and Daisy for dinner. Unless you two ladies object? Your food hasnt arrived yet?
No, we havent even ordered, Daisy said. George is rushed off his feet tonight.
Good, then how about it, Elise? James said, pulling out the nearest empty chair.
Her heart fell. He was attracted to her friends. Maybe it was Daisy who drew him. Then they wouldnt have to worry about finding a man for her. Or maybe it was Phoebe, with her starlet looks. James was probably used to starlets.
Elise?
Oh, oh, yes, of course. That would be delightful.
And she fell into the chair he held out for her.
JAMES THOUGHT ELISE had seemed very tense, until she smiled at her friends. So hed decided Elise might be more forthcoming if she was relaxed.
Now he knew hed miscalculated. She was more tense than ever. What had gone wrong?
He sat down next to her, trying to figure out how to get out of his decision.
George rushed up. The usual, darlins?
Elise frowned. James hasnt been here before. I dont know
Whats the usual? he asked, not much caring what he ate. He was more interested in Elise.
A chicken Caesar salad, Phoebe explained. But their burgers are really good.
Ill have a burger, he said at once.
George nodded in his direction. Then, after the three women said theyd have the usual, he moved on.
So, you three must eat here a lot, he commented, hoping to see Elise relax.
Several times a week, Daisy said. After working all day, it doesnt seem worth the effort to cook for one when we can come here and have a healthy salad.
I know what you mean. If I didnt have He broke off, reminding himself a struggling teaching assistant didnt have a housekeeper. Uh, if I didnt have my mom nearby, Id exist on hamburgers.
Phoebe chuckled. I dont think a man ever outgrows his need to go home to be fed.
Which one of you has the art gallery? he asked.
Daisy looked at Elise, then back at James. Thats me.
Ive been to it. I was impressed with your inventory.
Oh, thank you. Youre interested in art?
Dependsbut I liked what you had, he said.
The other two grinned in response to his flattery, but Elise did not.
It suddenly occurred to him that he didnt know just how much Elise had told her friends. Did she want them to think he was a serious suitor? Uh, Elise and I just met. I thought if we joined you two, you could tell me secrets about her. He nudged Elise with his elbow, hoping to draw some response.
They know, she said, not looking at him.
James cocked an eyebrow at the other two women. You do?
They nodded. Daisy added, Elise told us because were searching for a man for me, and she used the book to find you.
James sat back in his chair and stared at the three women. What was wrong with the men these three knew? They were all beautiful. Why did they have to search for men?
Maybe you know more than I do. What book? And why are you searching for a man? he finished, looking at Daisy.
Phoebe fielded the first question. 2001 WAYS TO WED.
When he stared at her blankly, she added, Thats the book.
James turned to Elise, whose cheeks were rosy red. You found me in a book?
No, not exactly, Elise said. It said to look at your neighbors. I told you there werent any neighbors who would do, but when I thought about work, I remembered the Drama Department. It sounded like the perfect place to find someone who couldpretend.
Makes sense, he agreed. Then he turned to Daisy. I know its none of my business, but why are you looking for a man? I mean, why do you have to look? I would think any of you could have your choice of men.
Thats sweet of you, Phoebe said with a smile, but Daisy is the only one looking.
And its because my biological clock is ticking, Daisy hurriedly added. Im ready to have a child.
Jamess eyes widened. I think Im glad Im helping out Elise and not you.
Im not looking for anything temporary, Daisy said, squaring her jaw. I was raised without a father. I wont do that to my child.
Good for you, he agreed. Then he reached over and picked up Elises hand. Hows your biological clock, sweetheart?
Elise snatched her hand away. Just fine, thank you. Remember all those sisters? Who do you think took care of them?
Your brother? he teased, knowing the answer.
Not hardly.
I cant wait to meet this brother, raised with seven sisters. Hes either overwhelmingly masculine, in self-defense, or he learned to play with dolls.
Definitely the first, Elise said without hesitation.
James looked at the other two.
We couldnt tell you, Phoebe said. Weve never met him. He doesnt come around often.
Hes an attorney and has long hours, Elise said. I talk to him on the phone, but he doesnt have a lot of spare time.
I guess his job is the reason you said he wouldnt be marching down the aisle anytime soon.
Elise nodded.
James knew most people would classify him in the same group. And theyd be right. Which explained why hed questioned Elises motives early on. But somehow he just didnt see deceit being her strong point.
So, do you think Elise and I will be able to pull this thing off?
He read the doubt on her friends faces.
Well, you have three weeks, Phoebe said. And youre an actor. But I dont know about Elise.
Hey! I can pretend, Elise protested.
Daisy chuckled. You cant even pay an insincere compliment, Elise. She blushes a bright red when she tries, she added to James. If we really want to know if weve bought something we shouldnt have, we ask Elise.
Elise scowled at Daisy, but James saw the concern in her gaze. Dont worry, honey. Ill teach you method acting. Youll do fine. He knew that much from Bobby.
Phoebe chuckled. Is that your style of acting?
James knew she understood what he meant, but Elise still didnt have a clue. It works best, especially for beginners.
Their dinners arrived at that moment. The food was good, the conversation even better.
James decided hed learned more about Elise than he would have on their own. In particular, he noted her friends remarks about her honesty.
Sylvia had been an expert liar.
Several hours later, the two friends excused themselves, both claiming chores that had to be done that evening before bedtime.
I enjoyed meeting your friends, but they dont seem practical typesespecially Phoebe, James said after theyd left.
Shes very beautiful.
None of you are going to be used on wanted posters, sweetheart, he said with a chuckle. But she seems more the movie-star type. Like maybe shes an actress, too.
She was at one time, but her heart wasnt in it. Shesgot other plans now.
Interesting friends.
Elise said thanks, but she looked away.
Are you upset that we joined them?
No, of course not, she hurriedly said, and smiled at him.
But it wasnt her best smile.
I figured once you met them, youd want to get to know them better, she said.
He stared at her. Are you implying Im more interested in them than I am in you? He couldnt believe shed think that.
It doesnt matter. Were pretending, remember? I need to excuse myself. Ill be back in a minute.
James stared after her, confused.
YOU IDIOT! Elise addressed herself in the mirror. Youre the one who keeps forgetting. How could you let him know that youre jealous.
She powdered her nose and tried to get up the courage to return to the table. It had been an enlightening evening. For her. Shed discovered James had an infinite capacity for charm. And that she was way too interested in him.
What was she going to do now? Start over?
Oh, yeah, I can see me telling James he wont do.
I beg your pardon? said a young woman whod just come out of one of the stalls.
Sorry, I was talking to myself. She rushed from the ladies room, embarrassed by her foolishness.
No, she couldnt back out now. Besides, James was perfect for the role. And she didnt really have any interest in him. All the reasons for not choosing him for Daisy applied to Elise, too.
If she ever did consider marriage, it would be to a man who centered his world around her. Not the opposite. Actors were notoriously egotistical.
Which had been Richards strong suit, too.
She reached the table, but she didnt bother to sit down. Are you ready? I need to get home. I have some papers to grade.
Sure. But Im waiting for George to bring back my credit card.
Rather than just stand there like an idiot, she sat. Okay.
George instantly appeared, and James signed the ticket.
She popped up like a jack-in-the-box as soon as he finished writing.
You are in a hurry, arent you, he said, frowning.
I have an early class tomorrow. And a faulty resistance system for handsome men, apparently.
Okay. So our next dateI mean, research meeting, should be Friday night, so you can sleep late the next morning.
But today is Wednesday. We dont need to meet that often, do we? she asked, hoping she was hiding her concern.
Only if you want to convince your sisters. We still have a lot to learn about each other.
She supposed that was true. It seemed to her hed spent most of his time talking to her friends, so she didnt think it was her fault they had to go out more often.
When they got in the car and hed backed out into traffic, she said, Whats your favorite color?
He looked at her, surprise on his face. Then, with a smile, he said, Green.
She turned bright red since she was wearing green and he was staring at her sweater. Oh. I didnt know.
And yours?
Her favorite color was green, too, but she didnt want to say that now. Hed think she was just saying that to agree with him.
Red, she said firmly. Red is my favorite color.
Im not surprised. It matches your cheeks, he pointed out, a grin on his lips.
She hoped he didnt remember Daisys comment about her lies.
Are you a morning person, or a night person? she asked, hoping a change of subject would help her equilibrium.
Do I have to be one or the other?
That response startled her. Isnt everyone?
I guess Im more night than morning, but I dont like to sleep late. I dont need a lot of sleep.
And I suppose you think people who do are lazy?
He took his gaze off the road, frowning at her. Are you trying to pick a fight with me?
No! I just People who Never mind. She crossed her arms over her chest and said nothing more.
They finished the drive in silence. Fortunately it wasnt a long drive.
After killing the motor, he partially turned toward her. I take it you require a lot of sleep?
I need eight hours, like normal people.
That means youre a night person, right? You stay up too late and then have trouble getting up. So well tell your sisters our being together works well because I can get you out of bed in the mornings, he said with a smile.
Elise stared at him in horror. Well do nothing of the sort!
Why? Surely you dont think theyll believe were not sleeping with each other. Were not exactly teenagers.
I suppose you think sex should be a part of dating? She tried to keep her outrage under control.
If theres no sexual attraction, there wont be an engagement. If theyre going to believe us, they have to think I cant keep my hands off you.
Im not sure youre that good an actor, she snapped.
His chuckle surprised her, and she glared at him.
Sweetheart, that part doesnt require any acting.
What do you mean?
Youre a beautiful woman. Im a man. We men are drawn to beautiful women. And you look damn good in jeans.
I dont Theyre old.
And fit you like a glove. It was a pure pleasure to follow you around tonight.
She wasnt sure she believed him, but she knew shed be so self-conscious when she got out of the car, shed scarcely be able to walk.
Is sex all you ever think about? she asked, hoping to stop this conversation.
Nope. But its nice to consider.
There are other things more important. Like She thought desperately. Like, are you a Republican or a Democrat?
You choose your men based on their political preferences? he asked, incredulity in his voice.
No! But its something I should know.
Okay. Im neither. I vote based upon the candidate, not the political party. He smiled. How about you?
Me? Uh, Im What could she say? She did the same. Me, too, she mumbled.
What a relief. We can check that one off the list. What else?
Why do I have to come up with all the questions? You should ask me about things that are important to you. Anything to get herself off the hook. Because her mind was a blank.
Okay. Do you want children?
She almost choked. She wouldnt have expected that question in a million years. I said I wasnt interested in marriage!
That wasnt the question.
Yes, it is. Because, like Daisy, I wouldnt choose to be a single parent. So that eliminates the prospect of children. She tried to keep any sadness out of her voice. The past few years, when she played with her nieces and nephews, a longing she tried to keep buried rose in her. But shed accepted that she would never hold her own child in her arms.
But what if someone in your family asks us about our plans to have children?
Well, to appease them, just say we want children but we dont know when or how many.
Why are you so against marriage? Didnt your parents have a happy marriage?
She definitely didnt like this line of questioning. Yes, they did. I want to know your shoe size.
He blinked several times, drawing attention to his blue eyes. My shoe size? Is there some psychological connection that Im missing?
She thought shed pass out. Shoe size had been the first thing to come into her head, but women whispered about the shoe size being representative of the size of a certain other organ. Did James know that? She thought shed die of embarrassment.
II thought my sisters would expect me to know that.
Well, for your sisters edification, I wear a ten and a half. Oh, and I wear an extra-large shirt.
It was her turn to stare at him. Why would she need to know that?
In case youre buying me a birthday present, he added, with a cheeky grin. Actually, I thought youd ask the more important question.
When he didnt continue, she asked, What question?
Boxers or briefs?
Elise tried to keep her chin up, fighting the embarrassment filling her, but she knew her cheeks gave her away. Well?
Briefs. And you? Do you wear a thong?
Shed stepped right into that one. Without warning, she opened the car door and got out. Then she leaned back in. Never! was her terse reply.
But he had the last word. Before she could slam the door, she heard him say in that deep, silky voice, Too bad.
Chapter Four
This is not going to work! Elise assured her friends, pacing the floor.
After shed reached her apartment, shed called Phoebe and Daisy to come join her. She needed some reassurance.
Whats not going to work? Daisy asked. Hes certainly handsome enough.
Yes, Elise agreed with a sigh.
Charm just oozes out of him, Phoebe added. If he goes professional, hes going to be an enormous hit.
Yes, Elise agreed again.
So why wont he work? Daisy asked, her gaze fixed on Elise.
Im the weak link. He makes me feel self-conscious. My sisters will never believe that I attracted that kind of man. It just wont work. She had to come up with some reason to break off the agreement. Even if she had to pay him the full amount. Even if she had to go to the wedding alone.
Maybe his method acting will help. Phoebes grin alerted Elise.
Exactly what does that term mean? James had mentioned it several times, but she really hadnt paid much attention. Phoebes smile seemed to indicate it was important.
Um, in general terms, you live the part, pretend its really you.
Live the part? Elise asked, fear rising in her. The man was going to pretend he was really engaged to her? Oh, Lordy, she was in big trouble. If he touched herkissed her I cant do it!
Daisy was looking confused. Why would method acting make you think you cant go through with it? I would think that would make it easier.
Elise couldnt answer.
Phoebe did. I think Elise is afraid it will become too real for her. He might break her heart when its over. Thats why a lot of actors fall in love with their co-stars. They pretend to fall in love and, voil?, they are.
Oh. Daisy shot a sympathetic look Elises way.
Yeah. And then, when its over, a good method actor moves on to his next part. We amateurs arent as skilled inin moving on. Elise didnt think she would ever forget James Dillon, even now after one research evening. She wasnt falling in love. No, not that. Butbut she could.
I wish I could find someone like James, Daisy said with a sigh.
Elise saw a chance to break the agreement. Youre right. Ive been too selfish. Ill tell James you have first dibs on any men we find and
No! You heard him. Hes not interested in being a father. And an actor really isnt a good prospect. I just mean someone whoa man who knows what he wants. A man who finds his own way in the world. Im tired of men who are looking for a second mother.
He said he goes home to eat! Elise protested, glad to find something to complain about.
Daisys right. He wont do for her. Besides, shes agreed to go out with the guy I found. Maybe hell do the trick. Phoebe smiled at Daisy.
Daisy returned the smile, but Elise thought they both looked doubtful. Whats wrong with him?
Both friends said, Nothing! at the same time.
I mean, tell me about him. Thats what I meant.
Phoebe immediately launched into a sales campaign. Hes divorced, has a twelve-year-old daughter. Thats how I met him. He brought his daughter to my class for young teenagers on how to apply makeup, so they dont look like a Las Vegas show-girl. And hes a dentist, very handsome.
He puts his hands in other peoples mouths, Daisy muttered.
He wears gloves, Daisy. And you havent met him. Hes charming.
As charming as James? Daisy countered.
Phoebe made a face. Not many men are as charming as James. But hes pleasant. Give him a chance.
Okay, okay. I said Id go out with him. Friday, right? Daisy asked.
Right. When are you going to see James again? Phoebe asked Elise.
Friday.
Hmm. Guess Im on my own Friday night. Maybe Ill see if the Madisons will take pity on me, Phoebe said with a grin.
Elise smiled back. The elderly couple who lived just down the hall from Phoebe loved feeding their single neighbors. The three women had a standing invitation for dinner. The only cost was listening to stories of the Madisons beloved grandson, Wyatt. Since none of them had ever met Wyatt, they had to take his besotted grandparents word on how perfect he was.
Maybe you should discuss Daisy with them. Theyll immediately offer Wyatt as a solution, and our problems will be solved! Elise said with a chuckle.
I dont think I could possibly be perfect enough for Wyatt, Daisy protested, laughing.
His perfection had become a standard joke among the three of them. When one of them intended to do something the other two thought was crazy, they always invoked Wyatt as a naysayer.
Phoebe looked pensive. You know, with all their talk about Wyatt, I dont even know what he does for a living. Theyre always talking about his childhood. Maybe because thats all they know. He certainly doesnt show up often. And theyre such sweet people.
They all nodded, but Elises mind was focused on her own difficulties. Neither of her friends had shown her how she could get out of the situation shed created.
In truth, she knew there wasnt a way out. Unless she was willing to go to Sharons wedding alone. And she wasnt. So she had to risk her heart to stay saneonly, risking her heart would drive her crazy.
What was a girl to do?
FOR THE NEXT two days, James chuckled often as he remembered the conversation hed shared with Eliseand anticipated their Friday evening together.
Whats put you in such a happy mood? MaryBelle asked as she served him breakfast Friday morning.
James immediately wiped away the smile. Me? Its a beautiful day.
We live in Phoenix, James. Most every day is beautiful, but thats never stopped you from acting like a grouchy bear.
Im not that bad, MaryBelle, he protested. But he was beginning to wonder. Hed gone back to the office yesterday and several people had commented on his change of attitude.
Its a woman, isnt it? MaryBelle suddenly guessed.
James immediately felt sympathy for Elises blushes as his cheeks heated up. I dont know what youre talking about.
Aha! I was right. Its about time, too. Its unnatural for a handsome man like you to have nothing to do with women.
Dont be silly, MaryBelle. I work with women all the time. Some of my best creative people are women.
This is different, MaryBelle announced, a satisfied look on her round face. She picked up the coffeepot and poured him more. Eat up, or Ill think youve lost your appetite because of this woman.
He glared at her.
Ah, maybe she isnt as beautiful as she should be, if youre going to start growling again.
The temptation to assure his housekeeper that Elise was quite beautiful almost escaped his lips, until he caught the expectant look on her face. She was fishing for information. He pressed his lips together, then took a deep breath. The coffee is especially good this morning, MaryBelle. New brand?
Nope. It just tastes better when youre in a good mood. After a moment, she asked, Am I going to need to look for another job?
Stunned, he put down his coffee cup. What are you talking about? Have I upset you? You know I cant manage without you.
I thought maybe with a new woman in the picture, she might not want me doin the cooking.
Whether or not he gave her information about Elise, he couldnt let MaryBelle, sixty years young, worry about her future. Shed been a part of his life for almost ten years, and he couldnt ask for better. Rising, he hugged her rounded form. I cant do without you, MaryBelle, new woman or not. Besides, shes a career woman. Shell love having you here.
Aha! I knew there was someone! MaryBelle crowed.
You rat! You tricked me. You knew Id worry about your hurt feelings. Shame on you!
Its your fault, MaryBelle proclaimed, her nose in the air. Youre too closemouthed for your own good.
He didnt agree with that, but he didnt mind letting MaryBelle know about Elise. He wanted to tell everyone about her, but that wasnt a good idea. Their being together was only temporary, he reminded himself. He headed for the door. I wont be home for dinner tonight. Oh, and Ill need to borrow your car again.
Okay. Thanks for the tune-up and wash, by the way. It drives a lot better now.
Ill leave the keys to my car.
No need. Im not going anywhere.
With a wave, he was out the door, briefcase in hand, as usual. But he knew the smile on his lips was a new addition, as of two days ago.
SHE DIDNT WEAR JEANS.
That smile insisted on spreading across Jamess mouth. Hed made her self-conscious. Tonight, she was dressed in a long-sleeved blouse and a skirt that fell to mid-calf. It wasnt tight enough to allow her shape to be seen, or full enough to swirl around her legs. And her blouse was done up all the way, except for the tiptop button.
She hadnt hidden her small waist, however. A belt with a silver buckle spanned her middle, like the bow on a presentand he was ready to start unwrapping. He found her demure outfit to be more enticing than any bikini.
Shall we go? she asked, staring at him.
Not inviting me in tonight? he asked, just to be ornery.
Shed met him at the door and had immediately stepped forward and locked up behind her. He suspected she didnt trust him.
I figured you were hungry.
Starved, he assured her, letting his eyes tell her what kind of hunger he was talking about. She got the message. Her cheeks flamed again. He was almost ready to change his favorite color to rose, a beautiful dusty rose under peach-colored skin.
Instead of preceding him down the stairs, she suggested, You go first.
He was about to grow concerned that hed teased her too much.
Then she added, Its my turn to enjoy the view.
My pleasure, sweetheart, he assured her, grinning, and headed down. At the bottom, he turned to wait for her. Okay?
Fine. She avoided looking at him.
They got in the car, but he didnt start the engine. Just for the record, youre not a virgin, are you?
Why?
You seemed a little uncomfortable with our conversation Wednesday night. It occurred to me that you were less experienced than I expected.
She looked out the window rather than at him. Just because I dont normally discuss sex with men doesnt mean Ive never No, Im not a virgin.
Good. He started the engine and backed out. Ive chosen another restaurant this evening. I hope you like Italian?
Yes, I love it.
Okay, so hed made the right choice. Shed be more relaxed, and hed learn even more delightful facts about Dr. Elise Foster. It was so hard to picture her as a college professor.
Do you like teaching at ASU?
She looked surprised. I love it. I love the French language. Its beautiful, lyrical, and I love sharing it with others.
I bet your students love the language, too, when youre finished with them.
You make it sound like I force-feed them.
No, I suspect you seduce them, he said softly, imagining listening to her for an hour, a smile on his lips.
What? What do you mean?
Sorry, just a phrase. Listening to your voice is such a pleasure, I think you could convince me of anything.
I didnt mean to overreact, but in this day and age, we have to be very careful. She folded her hands in her lap.
Maybe I shouldve found a French restaurant and let you order for us, he suggested.
She rolled her eyes. Why? You speak Arizonan as well as I do. You dont really think the waiter would be French, do you?
Surely there are some Frenchmen in Phoenix.
There are, but theyre usually the chef, not the waiters. Ive had several come speak to my classes.
Do you cook French dishes?
He was surprised by the suspicion that filled her gaze.
Why? Are you hoping Ill cook for you instead of your mom? Or cook a meal for you to impress someone?
The tension in her voice confused him. I was just making conversation, Elise, trying to get to know you. What did I do wrong?
She looked away. Im sorry.
That doesnt explain the problem. What is it?
M-my fianc didnt want me to have a career unless it was entertaining his clients. The only schooling he wanted me to bother with was Cordon Bleu 101 so he could impress them.
I hope you kicked him out on his behind.
My family didnt have that reaction.
Well, they shouldve. You werent hiring on to be his housekeeper. You were going to be his wife. Didnt he care about what you wanted? He thought the guy sounded like a jerk.
Theyd reached the restaurant, and he parked. Then he turned to look at Elise. She hadnt responded to his statement. Elise? Did I hurt your feelings? Are you all right?
She blinked rapidly before looking at him, but he could still see the tears pooled in her eyes. James, dont bebe so charming, please. I cant
What are you talking about?
No man has ever Even my family thought I was crazy because I objected to Richards agenda.
What did your brother say?
Chance? Oh, he didnt say much. He tried to stay uninvolved in what he called emotional girl stuff.
That was probably smart, James agreed with a chuckle, but it wouldve been better if hed supported you.
She shrugged her shoulders. This looks like a nice restaurant.
Clearly she was ready to change the subject. I havent tried it before, but it came highly recommended.
Once they were seated inside, he decided hed made the right choice. Each booth had high backs and swinging saloon doors, giving them the illusion they were in a small room all alone. Guess no one will interrupt us here, he said with a smile.
I hope at least the waiter stops by, or well starve to death, Elise returned, smiling now too.
James was relieved. He didnt want her unhappy, but he felt as if hed uncovered a lot in the short drive. When he combined the information about her fianc and her taking care of her six sisters, it was easy to understand her resistance to marriage.
A thought suddenly struck him. Richard is the only man youve slept with, isnt he.
The waiter opened the swinging door. Good evening, Im your waiter for the evening. Richard is my name.
Elise turned a bright red.
ELISE LET JAMES do the ordering. Since he consulted her on her preferences, he actually asked the waiter for exactly what she would have ordered. Richard used to order his own choices and expect her to like them.
Shed been an idiot ever to put up with the man.
The amazing thing was Jamess agreement. She hadnt expected him to even understand her problem with Richards attitude, much less support her. Shed told Phoebe and Daisy about Richards controlling nature, of course, in one of their late-night chats, and hadnt been surprised when theyd agreed with her assessment of him. They were women.
The waiter finally left the table, and James leaned back against the booth. Im right, arent I?
Yes, thank you. You ordered exactly what I wanted.
Thats not what I meant. Youve only slept with Richard, havent you.
James! You have no right to ask such personal questions! I havent asked that of you.
What do you want to know? he asked, spreading his hands wide.
I dont see any need to discuss our past lives. My sisters wont ask questions about your past.
Then theyre mighty unusual women.
If they do, Ill tell them its none of their business, nor mine, either, for that matter.
He leaned forward, and even with the table between them she found herself pressing against the back of the booth.
Youre telling me even if we were really engaged, you wouldnt ask about my past partners? You wouldnt even want to know about my ex-wife?
Shocked out of her self-consciousness, she leaned forward. Youve been married? You mustve been very young.
For the first time in a while, he was the one to seem ill-at-ease. Yeah. He busied himself with his napkin.
See? Its uncomfortable to be grilled by a stranger, she pointed out.
I wasnt grilling you! he snapped. It seemed to me you havent spent a lot of time with men, but if you were a virgin, I
Im not. Weve established that. And I told you I hadnt dated much. So, we can move on. She certainly hoped they would. She was tired of turning a bright red every time she talked to this man.
Silence followed. Okay, so they didnt have anything in common. Well, they had the school. Shed talk about school. How was your day? What play are you working on now?
He didnt look enthusiastic. Um, Shakespeare. Were doing a Shakespeare play.
Oh, really. I thought you were going to skip him this year since you just did a Moli?re. I heard you were going for contemporary comedies to tempt a younger crowd. She stared at him curiously. There had been a big debate on campus, the classics versus the popular.
Oh, you mean our production. Right, of course. I thought you were referring to my classes. Were working on Shakespeare in class, but ourour public presentation is a contemporary.
Which one?
He looked a little lost, and she stared at him.
I believe its a Neil Simon. Yes, a Neil Simon. Hes a very good writer, you know.
Her lips twitched. Did he think she was an idiot? Yes, I heard, she said smoothly.
Now he blushed bright red. She loved turning the tables on him.
Of course you have. I didnt mean to imply I was embarrassed because I couldnt think of the name of it.
Its not a test, James, she assured him kindly. I thought you would be involved in it, thats all.
Not yet. Ive had too much to do for my classes.
How many hours do you teach each week?
He more easily fielded that question. Nine.
And you also take classes? Thats a heavy load. Are you sure you have time forfor our nonsense?
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Quickcheck the phone book under ''Groom''!Independent lady Elise Foster didn't want a husbandbut she was desperate for a fianc. To pacify her marriage-hungry family, she had to find a hunk she could pass off as her man-in-waiting. Then the perfect candidategorgeous James Dillonadopted the part of adoring fianc as if he'd been born for the role. His fiery kisses packed such passion that Miss Single-and-Proud-of-It fell smack-dab in love with her decoy! And now Elise was determined to make the ruse real. James didn't know it yet, but he was about to go from leased fianc to rent-to-own groom!
Rent a Millionaire Groom
Judy Christenberry
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Judy Christenberry has been writing romances for fifteen years because she loves happy endings as much as her readers. Judy quit teaching French recently and devoted her time to writing. She hopes readers have as much fun reading her stories as she does writing them. She spends her spare time reading, watching her favorite sports teams and keeping track of her two daughters. Judys a native Texan, but now lives in Arizona.
When three best friends need advice on finding that perfect love match they turn to the wisest relationship book around
2001 WAYS TO WED
Youve probably dreamed about your wedding since you were a girl. Was your someday wedding a lavish event fit for a princess, or an intimate, candlelit ceremony at a town-square church? You likely imagined a dress to die for and a ring with endless glitter. What song would mark your first dance as man and wife?
Back then, the wedding was of more interest than the groom. Boys werewellicky. As a woman, your feelings about the opposite sex have come a long way from ickyyou like men! So much, in fact, that youd like to spend your life with one.
This book offers rock-solid advice about getting on the path to a happy marriage. First, youve got to stop treating the dating scene like a grab bag, taking the first prize you get your hands on. Youre a beautiful, talented, giving womanand theres an equally wonderful man out there for you. And with 2001 WAYS TO WED, youre sure to findand marryhim!
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Prologue
Elise Foster paused outside the front window of The Prickly Pear, spotting her two best friends through the plate glass.
The three of them were so different. Phoebe was a tall, beautiful blonde, the kind of woman men noticed. Not that they could ignore Daisy, with her auburn hair and vibrant smile. Elise considered herself to be average in looks compared to the other two, but tonight she had the answer to their problem.
With a pleased smile, she swung open the door and entered their favorite meeting place, a caf and bar near Mesa Blue, the condominium complex where they all lived. Sorry Im late, she said by way of a greeting.
No problem, Phoebe said with a grin. Weve been looking for potential candidates.
And? Elise asked, wondering if her solution might not be needed.
Daisy didnt smile. Nothing. No one.
Daisy, maybe youre being tootoo choosey, Phoebe said gently. You know, there really arent any Prince Charmings out there. Just ordinary guys.
Daisy stared her friend down. Maybe not, but he should at least make me wantwant him.
Shes got you there, Elise agreed. Her friend had recently visited her doctor. After suffering from endometriosis for years, Daisy had to get pregnant in the very near future if she was ever to have a child. And she desperately wanted a baby.
Thats why Phoebe and Elise were trying to help her, in spite of their own reluctance to march down the aisle. So far theyd had no luck.
Elise put a package on the table. I have a solution.
Her friends stared at the small shopping bag and then at her.
Daisy leaned forward. I had someone a little taller in mind, Elise.
Elise grinned in return. Thats the solution to finding the man, silly, not the man himself.
Whew, thats a relief, Phoebe said with a chuckle. I thought maybe youd found a store named Daddys Are Us, or something.
I wish I had. It would make things easier. No, I stopped by the bookstore on the way here.
Her friends rolled their eyes.
Like thats unusual, Phoebe muttered.
Ignoring them, Elise pulled a book from the bag. Ta-da!
Both women leaned closer, staring at the title, 2001 WAYS TO WED.
Youre kidding, right? Phoebe demanded. You bought one of those books that tells you never to go out without your makeup? To learn how to cook gourmet meals and always agree with whatever he says?
No, this book is different. Itsits sensible.
Daisy pulled the book from Elises grasp and opened it.
Well? Phoebe asked as she leaned over to look, too.
It does seem to be practical. It says to smile a lot. To be positive. To think good thoughts about yourself. Daisy chewed on her bottom lip as she studied the words.
Elise noticed several men with their attention fixed on Daisy, clearly intrigued by her. That was why the entire campaign seemed ridiculous. Men wanted Daisy, but so far Daisy hadnt come up with a man she wanted.
Phoebe had suggested she and Elise help by introducing any men they knew. Unfortunately, Elise didnt know many men. Shed sworn off them a long time ago. And the only man in the Foreign Language Department at Arizona State University where she taught was Herr Gutenberg. At 5 foot 6 inches, with no hair, the 60-year-old wasnt the man for Daisy.
Their favorite waiter, George, arrived at the table. Hey, Elise, what can I bring you?
A diet cola, George. Ive got to keep a clear mind tonight. That was a running joke, since Elise always ordered a diet cola.
Aha, big doins this evening?
Yep. Were on a search.
George, assuming she was joking, said, Well, if you find the meaning of life, let me know. Then he took their orders and headed for the kitchen.
When they were alone once more, Elise said, Well all three study this book. Surely, then, well be able to find the perfect candidate for Daisy.
And maybe for both of you, too, Daisy added, a hopeful smile on her face.
No, thank you, Phoebe and Elise said together.
They both laughed. Then Phoebe added, Some people arent meant to be married, sweetie. Im one of those.
And I have my career to think of, you know, Elise added. No, well help you, but were not interested in husbands.
Chapter One
Elise Foster hung up the phone and ran a hand frustratedly through her hair. Her mother was going to drive her crazy. As the eldest of seven sisters, Elise had lived through five weddings featuring her sisters. Now Sharon, the baby, was getting married.
Her mother was concerned about Elises old-maid status. And shed urged her other daughters to talk to Elise about her solitary state, also. It seemed at least one of them called every day.
The situation hadnt been helped when she received a wedding invitation in the mail yesterday from her ex-fianc.
Their engagement had ended twelve years ago, at the end of Elises senior year in college. Shed discovered Richard wasnt interested in her, just in a good hostess for his blossoming career. She, of course, wasnt expected to have a career. It might interfere with his.
Even the fact that this was his second wedding didnt settle her stomach. Nor did the fact that she didnt want a husband.
But she wanted a fianc badly.
That thought had been running around her mind for several days. A fianctemporary, of coursewould get her sisters and her mother off her back. And she wouldnt feel she had to justify choosing to be alone every time she was introduced to someone new at her sisters wedding.
If she had a best friend, a hunk, hanging around, shed ask him to do her a favor and pretend for a few days that he couldnt live without her.
But all her friends were female.
With a sigh she settled back in her chair. Her gaze lit on the book shed bought, 2001 WAYS TO WED. If she were searching for a real husbandbut she wasnt. She had kept the book, however, to study it before she passed it over to Phoebe.
Maybe she should hire a fianc. But that would mean going to an escort service. Shed heard those places weredistasteful. Besides, she wanted someone who would draw envy from her sisters. She wanted Prince Charming.
She picked up the book and idly flipped through it. Shed already read it several times. Then, suddenly, she sat upright in her chair. Of course. Why hadnt she thought of that before?
The chapter entitled Dont Forget Your Neighbors had given her an idea. She didnt have any neighbors at home who would do. But at work, that was another matter. ASU had an excellent Drama Department. She could hire a starving actor to be her fianc.
She hurried from her office. One of her fellow professors, Dr. Grable, had worked with the Drama Department last semester when theyd been producing one of Moli?res plays. Maybe she could recommend someone.
Several hours later, after teaching her two oclock class and delicately questioning Cecille Grable, Elise took a deep breath and headed for the Drama Department.
Cecilles response kept playing in her mind. Well, if youre looking for what the young ladies today call a hunk, Id recommend Bobby Dillon. Hes a teaching assistant, a little older than the college students, but he grabs the eye. If one is interested in such things. Cecille, nearing retirement age, had a twinkle in her eye that told Elise even she was still interested in such things.
Elise opened the door to the semi-dark auditorium and slid into the last row of seats, hoping her eyes would adjust quickly to the dim light. On stage, a number of students were going through their lines.
How was she going to identify the young man? And heavens, she hoped he didnt look too young. There were several handsome young men on stage, but
Repeat that line. I couldnt hear it at all.
The deep, silky voice that gave the command came from the center of the auditorium. Elise hadnt noticed the man slumped down in his chair.
The voice alone made him perfect for her needs. He could read the telephone directory and shed be enthralled. No wonder he was in the Drama Department. He had a great future ahead of him.
Of course, she also hoped he was handsome. But Cecille had said
The house lights came up and the man stood. Tall, broad-shouldered, trim. So far so good. Elise quickly rose and hurried down the aisle, determined to catch him before he moved to the stage and they had an audience.
Mr. Dillon? she called softly.
Hed just reached the end of the row of seats and he spun around, as if startled. With a frown, he replied, Yes?
May I have a word with you?
He didnt look any too happy, so she quickly added, Its about a job.
He stared at her, and she felt her cheeks flush. She wasnt used to such concentrated interest. He began, The normal channels
Itsits personal. I mean, I dont need you to appear on stage, butits rather difficult to explain. Ill be glad to buy you a cup of coffee while I try to make it clear. I havent figured out how much to offer you, but Im sure we can come to an agreement.
Youre offering me a job?
His surprise didnt make sense, unless it was caused by his pride. Why, yes. Please dont be embarrassed. I understand acting jobs arent too plentiful unless youre in Hollywood. He continued to stare at her. You are Bobby Dillon, arent you?
His eyes seemed to widen. Then, after a quick look over his shoulder, he said, Yes, thats me. ImIm Bobby Dillon.
And Cecille had been right. He was perfect. If you dont want to go to the Student Union, theres a coffee shop a couple of blocks over. Shall I meet you there in she paused to look at her watch fifteen minutes?
All right, he agreed.
She stuck out her hand to seal the agreement, almost afraid he wouldnt show. Ill see you there.
Yes, he agreed.
She could feel his gaze on her as she walked out of the auditorium, and for the first time in her life she wished she had Phoebes knockout looks.
She wasnt much of a match for the Prince Charming shed just found.
JAMES DILLON STARED at the young woman walking away. Her neat figure would attract almost any man, but it was the anxious expression in her green eyes that had caught his attention.
That and the offer of a job.
He chuckled, a sound not often heard of late. There hadnt been a lot to laugh about. Which explained why he was hanging out on campus, visiting his brother, the apparently famous Bobby Dillon.
Who was that? Bobby asked, coming up behind him.
Im not sure.
Bobby shrugged. Well, thanks for helping me out. I was pretty sure Sandy wasnt projecting, but I needed to be on stage to keep the pace going.
Glad to be of assistance. James was barely following Bobbys words. He couldnt stop thinking about the woman. She wasnt a studentnot dressed in that suit. Her light brown hair had been pulled back with a clasp, small gold earrings on her ears. Nothing flashy, suggestive or even inviting.
The opposite of Sylvia, his ex-wife, thank God.
So, Ill see you later? Bobby asked, turning back toward the stage. Or youre welcome to hang around for the next class, if you want.
Uh, no, thanks, Ive gotgot some things to do. See you later.
Bobby called an agreement over his shoulder, leaving James free to concentrate on the mystery woman.
Her request had seemed really important to her. Of course, he knew it was unfair to let her think he was Bobby. After he heard her offer, hed probably have to confess his lie. But just for a while, for an hour, he could be someone other than James Dillon, wealthy businessman, pursued by women all over Arizona.
Lately, being James Dillon hadnt been much fun.
So dressed in jeans, tennis shoes, a short-sleeved knit shirt with the shirttail hanging out, hed come to see Bobby.
He checked his watch. Hed have to hurry to make the fifteen-minute deadline. And it suddenly seemed important to find out exactly what Miss Green Eyes wanted.
Because he was a sucker for green eyes.
ELISE HAD GONE straight to the coffee shop, needing time to pull herself together and go over her proposal. The man was perfect, and she didnt want to mess things up. Now that shed seen him, the half-baked plan had become a necessity.
Her sisters would die. He was handsome, as Cecille had saidbut there was more. He carried an air of authority that commanded attention. Her thoughts flew to her ex-fianc, Richard. Hed be apoplectic with jealousy.
That thought pleased her, even as she acknowledged its pettiness. Why Bobby hadnt been discovered professionally yet, she didnt know. But she could predict a brilliant future for him in Hollywood.
Something caused her to look up, and she almost forgot to breathe. He stood by the table, waiting for her to invite him to join her. Oh, hi! she said, realizing she sounded as breathy and enthralled as a freshman girl talking to the senior football star.
She cleared her throat. Wont you sit down?
That was better, more professional.
He smiled, and she had to take another deep breath. She figured his value just doubled.
Thanks. You know me, but I havent met you before, have I? Whats your name?
Her cheeks flamed. Oh, Im so sorry. I was intent on getting you to listen to me. I forgot to introduce myself. Im Dr. Elise Foster, French professor at the school.
Im delighted to meet you.
Thank you, Bobby, she said, letting out her pent-up breath. He looked older and somehow more sophisticated than the college students. But he was a teaching assistant, she remembered, so he had to be in advanced graduate studies.
He frowned, and she wondered what shed said wrong.
Would you mind calling me James? Bobby is a stage name. Unless I need it for the job youre offering.
Of course, James. I mean, it wont be necessary if you Yes, thats fine.
The waitress appeared beside the table, distracting them. Elise ordered a diet cola, but James opted for coffee.
Do you want anything to eat? A piece of pie, French fries, a hamburger? she offered. After all, actors were notoriously broke. Maybe he hadnt eaten in a while.
No thanks, just coffee.
As soon as the waitress left, he leaned forward, loosely clasping his hands together on the table.
She loved his hands. Well-tended, the fingers were long but strong, powerful. She also noticed he wore no wedding ring. She hadnt even thought to ask about that.
Youre not married, are you? she asked hurriedly.
One dark eyebrow rose over clear blue eyes. Thisoffer is getting more interesting by the minute.
She blushed again. No! I didnt mean It might complicate things if Never mind.
No, Im not married.
Oh, good. At least he hadnt run out of the coffee shop in horror. She wasnt managing to sound as in control as shed planned, but he was still here.
Why does it matter?
Well, I told you the job waswas personal. I dont want you to get the wrong idea, but I need an escort.
That fascinating brow rose again. I cant believe you have difficulty finding an escort, Dr. Foster.
Um, make it Elise. Its not I dont date much.
Your choice, Im sure.
That was flattering, but considering all the weeks theyd worked trying to find a man for Daisy, she wasnt sure it was accurate. The thought of Daisy made her feel guilty. Should she introduce her friend to BobbyJames? No, an actor wasnt in a stable job situation. That wouldnt do at all for a prospective father.
That rationalization made her feel much better.
Are we talking about a class reunion? he guessed. Ive heard of people taking pretend partners to those things to impress their classmates.
He was taking everything very well, but Elise hated the conversation. She would never do that, lie to impress someone. That had been Richards standard M.O.
But thats what youre doing, isnt it? a small voice inside her asked. No, Im lying to get some peace from my family. She needed to make sure that James understood that.
Its not a reunion. She licked her suddenly dry lips. You see, I come from a large family.
Lucky you.
She blinked, surprised by his response. Dont you have brothers and sisters?
One brother. But theres eleven years difference between us, so it was almost like being an only child.
Oh. Well, I guess there are advantages to a large family, though some days its hard to remember them.
He smiled again, and she figured hed make his fortune on the basis of his smile alone. Or his eyes. His Paul Newman blue eyes crinkled slightly at the corners.
Um, yes, well, I have six sisters and one brother.
So there are eight of you. Thats quite a large family these days.
She felt as if she was babbling, and shed had everything planned out so rationally. Yes, she agreed, and clamped her mouth shut.
That eyebrow again. He looked at her, waiting for her to continue.
Sharon, my baby sister, is getting married soon.
The youngest? How old is she?
Twenty-two. She finished college in December.
He frowned, and she caught her breath. You and your sisters mustve been born close together because you dont look much older.
He was good with the flattery. She supposed it must be his stock-in-trade. Im thirty-three. My brother is older.
And you already have your doctorate? Im impressed. Did you study in France?
Yes, at the Never mind, she hurriedly said. If she wasnt careful, shed get distracted and never tell him what she really wanted.
You want to stick to the subject? he asked, smiling again, a twinkle in his eye.
With a sigh, she said, Yes, please. This is difficult enough as it is.
To ask me to escort you to your sisters wedding? Thats not asking much. Ill be glad to take you.
Elise seriously considered accepting his offer. Then she could tell him just before the wedding that she actually needed him to appear to be more than just her datebut that would be wrong.
With another sigh, she said, Thank you, but thats not exactly what Im asking. She cleared her throat and tried again. Im asking you to be my fianc.
Chapter Two
He couldnt believe it.
Hed been suckered in, like an inexperienced teenager.
Damn it, he was thirty-six. Hed been chased by the best, and hed fallen for this green-eyed witchs simple plan.
He schooled his features to give nothing away. Im not interested in marriage, Dr. Foster.
As he started to rise, her hand reached across the table and grabbed his wrist. He didnt know whether to believe the look of horror on her face. If she was acting, she was damn good.
No! I mean, neither am I!
He raised his eyebrow again, still not convinced it wasnt a trap. Too many women had seen his millions as a ticket to easy street.
I meant I want you to come to the wedding as my pretend fianc. I only need you until after the wedding. I like being single. I have my career. Its only a pretense!
She sounded desperate, hed give her that. But he didnt see why it would be so important to herunless she had an ulterior motive. Why is it necessary?
Look, I Oh, never mind. It was a crazy idea. Ill figure out something.
Now it was his turn to reach out and stop her from rising. Was he crazy? He was backing away from the exit sign. Just explain. You owe me that, at least.
Her cheeks were red from what might have been embarrassment and she kept her gaze lowered, denying him the sight of those beautiful green eyes. A strand of hair, curling slightly, had escaped the clasp and dangled beside her cheek, urging him to tuck it behind her ear. Most of all, her full pink lips, without lipstick, trembled.
Im tired of being harassed, she muttered.
Harassed? By whom?
My family! she almost shouted, her eyes blazing with what appeared to be anger as she finally looked at him. They wont leave me alone. I chose not to marry. Not to be aa satellite to some man. I have my own career and Im happy with my life. But they wont leave me alone!
The cold anger in his own heart eased slightly. He was beginning to believe her again. What do they do?
You mean other than calling me every day to suggest Im a loser old maid with no prospects? she returned, sarcasm having replaced the anger.
Every day?
I have six sisters plus my mother. And she has two sisters. My grandmother died last year, so she cant join inbut she would if she could.
No wonder you werent enthusiastic about large families, he said, relaxing a little more.
Tears pooled in her eyes. I love my family. Butbut theyre driving me crazy!
Leaning forward, he captured her hands in his. But, Elise, this would only be a temporary solution. Then what?
You dont understand. Its the prospect of a wedding that stirs them all up. And this is the last wedding. Every sister will be married. There wont be any more weddings on the horizon to get them excited. Chance, my brother, certainly wont be marching down the aisle. So if I can just get through this one, Ill be okay.
Are you sure?
Yes. I dont see them all that often. For several months after the wedding I can tell them youve gotten a role in Hollywood. Then Ill tell them we cant marry because youre always gone. Its simple.
James didnt quite believe her last statement. But the prospect of pretending to be Elises fianc had some appeal for him. A great deal of appeal, actually. He was fascinated by her emotion, her soft lips, her green eyes.
Recognizing a danger signal when he saw it, he let go of her hands and sat back. When is the wedding?
In three weeks. That would be enough time toto learn about each other, wouldnt it? I mean, I can write out everything youd have to know.
Her scholarly approach tickled him. She thought she could write a report and they could convince everyone they were lovers? He grinned. Well, now, Im a method actor, sweetheart. Id have to spend time with you to do a good job.
The reluctance on her face assured him hed been wrong about Elise Foster. She wasnt trying to marry him. She didnt even want to date him. Which only made her more attractive.
Spend time? How much time? I mean, I have my classes and office hours and grading papers. I cant
Evenings, Elise. I have work to do, too. But we could spend a few evenings together, have dinner, talkyou know, like a real couple.
She looked lost. He understood. He hadnt dated anyone on a regular basis in years. He hadnt been comfortable enough with a woman to let her get that close. Was he making another mistake?
I suppose we couldspend a few evenings together.
Okay, youve got a deal. He extended his hand across the table.
After hesitating, she put her hand in his. But we havent discussed your fee.
Thats not necessary. In fact, he was wondering if he should offer to pay her. There was an excitement singing through his veins, an enthusiasm for the days ahead that he hadnt felt in some time.
Of course, its necessary. Im hiring you. How much would you be paid for your time if you were doing a play?
He had no idea what Bobby would receive, so he guessed. Union wages are a hundred and twenty a day.
She swallowed. Okay. Howhow many times will we need to go out?
Oh, you dont pay me for those evenings. Thats research. Im responsible for research. You only pay for the time at the wedding. He grinned, proud of his solution.
No, thats not right. The wedding will be three days, but Ill pay half that rate for the evenings. She gave an abrupt nod, firmness in her lips.
He thought she looked adorable.
He shook his head, trying to dismiss that thought.
No? You wont agree to half? Okay, I can pay full
Thats not what I meant! Thats fine. What you said was fine. Well settle up after the wedding. When it was over, hed tell her who he really was. Payment wouldnt be necessary.
But wont you need some money in advance? She bit down on her bottom lip, and James longed to pull her to him, to touch her there.
Uh, no, Ill be fine.
Her earnest, professorial look firmly in place, she said, Look, James, dont let your pride get in the way. I know teaching assistants dont make much money. Ill write a check for five hundred dollars and you keep a list of expenses.
What could he say? He wanted that check. It was proof that she wasnt after his money, wasnt it? Not that hed cash it. Instead, hed probably frame it, to remember a certain green-eyed siren who had captured himtemporarily.
ELISE WAS UNSETTLED by her arrangement.
Or maybe she was unsettled by Jamess insistence that their first research evening be tonight.
Not that shed had plans. No, she had intended to go over her lesson plans for the next day. And there was a test she needed to grade. Normal activities.
Or maybe she was unsettled by the excitement filling her. This wasnt a date! And even if it were, a date shouldnt cause such interest. After all, a male friend was no different from a female one.
That blatant lie couldnt sail past her truth alarm without ringing wildly. Okay, so sitting across from James Dillon, date or not, was a lot different from sitting with Phoebe and Daisy.
She didnt shampoo her hair for Phoebe and Daisy.
Or shave her legs.
The phone rang.
Hi, Phoebe sang out, her voice cheery. I met a man today.
Elise gasped. She had? It must be catching.
Im going to introduce him to Daisy, Phoebe continued.
Oh. Big difference. Elise wasnt going to introduce the man shed met to Daisy. Because he wasnt right for her.
Thats great. Have you told Daisy?
Nope. I thought wed all grab a bite to eat at The Prickly Pear and discuss it. You can help me convince her.
Tonight? Elise almost squeaked, then cleared her throat to sound normal. Uh, I cant tonight.
Why not?
Im, uh, doing research.
For Daisy?
No! For me. Im using the book to solve one of my problems.
When are you going out?
At seven.
Great, Daisy and I will be right over. We want to hear all about this research.
Before Elise could protest, Phoebe hung up. But it didnt matter. Shed have to tell her friends the truth, anyway, sooner or later. Better to get it out of the way.
She grabbed a quick shower, shampooed her hair. When she stepped out, the doorbell was ringing. Coming! she shouted as she dashed to her bedroom to find her silky robe. Then she let in her two friends.
Whats going on? Daisy asked at once. It sounds mysterious.
No, its not. Come in. Ill get us a cola. Elise figured she had half an hour before she needed to get ready. Ive figured out a way to stop my family from harassing me about my single state.
Thats hard to believe, Phoebe said. Havent they been making daily calls?
Yes. But Ive found a fianc.
Daisy almost dropped the drink Elise had just handed her. What? Youre engaged?
No, but the book said look around your neighborhood and
Youre hitting on Jeff? Elise, hes way too young for you, Phoebe interrupted. Besides, I thought you didnt want to marry?
Elise closed her eyes, knowing shed made a mess of her explanation. Jeff was the guy who cleaned the pool at Mesa Blue. He was always flirting with all of them, but he was only twenty-twoa baby.
Just how old do you think James is? that irritating inner voice asked. She didnt want to think about that. Instead, she attempted to answer Phoebe.
I dont want to marry. Im telling this all wrong, just like I did this afternoon.
You told someone else before you told us? Daisy asked, hurt in her eyes.
Well, I had to! Elise exclaimed. Otherwise he wouldnt have agreed to be my fianc. My pretend fianc! she emphasized.
Oh, this is good, Phoebe said, curling up on the sofa. Tell us all about him.
And Elise did, providing the basic facts. Phoebe, however, thought shed left something out.
You havent described him.
Well, hes your typical Hollywood hunk. Elise hoped that would satisfy her friends. She shouldve known better.
After staring at her, Phoebe nodded her head and said, I cant wait to meet him. Are you going to introduce him to Daisy afterwards?
No! Actors arentstable. I mean, their jobs arent stable. That wouldnt be good for a prospective dad, you know.
Shes right, Daisy agreed, which settled Elises nerves. Theyre always gone. And theyre notorious for having affairs with the women they work with.
Elise didnt like that thought. Not that it was any of her business what James did when he made movies. If he made movies.
Desperate to end the conversation before she revealed too much to herself as well as to her friends, she stood. Look, I need to get ready. Hes going to be here at seven.
Want to let me do your makeup? Phoebe asked.
Phoebe was a makeup consultant as well as a college student, a retread college student as she called herself, and she frequently offered to do Elises makeup. Elise always refused.
This isnt a date, Phoebe, but thank you. Its research. Thats what James called it.
Okay, come on, Daisy, and Ill tell you about the guy I found for you today over dinner at The Prickly Pear. Phoebe stood and offered a hand to pull Daisy to her feet.
Daisy joined Phoebe. I wish you were coming with us, Elise.
When I get in, Ill call you to find out what the two of you decided about the latest husband prospect for Daisy. With that book to help us, Im sure youll be married and expecting soon, Daisy.
I hope so, Daisy said with a sigh.
JAMES COULDNT BELIEVE how much he was looking forward to his evening with Elise. Dr. Elise Foster. His friends would laugh if they realized he was dating an egghead, an intellectual.
Not that he was dumb, but hed made his money understanding popular culture. His ad agency had done some of the most successful ad campaigns in the past few years. That was a long way from Shakespeare, or maybe he should say Moli?re, the French answer to the famous English playwright.
And Bobby would probably come unglued. James was pretty sure Bobby had taken French with Elise. He remembered now his brother talking about a beautiful French teacher. And Elise was beautiful, in a quiet way. Bobby had only stayed in the class one semester. Studying verb conjugations wasnt his cup of tea. Hed only wanted to pick up the proper accent.
That probably explained why Elise hadnt remembered his brother.
He dressed carefully, sticking with jeans and a casual shirt, topped by a linen sports coat. He took the check Elise had given him and tucked it in his breast pocket. His good luck charm.
Earlier, hed convinced his housekeeper to swap cars with him for the evening. She hadnt wanted to drive his Mercedes, but shed promised to visit her sister. If he turned up in the sleek black car, Elise would smell a rat for sure. So tonight, he was driving MaryBelles inexpensive sedan.
He reminded himself to talk MaryBelle into allowing him to get the car tuned up for her. It was an older model car, and the rough sound of the engine had him concerned for MaryBelles safety. His housekeeper was an energetic sixty-year-old, who could cook and clean like a demon. But she knew nothing about cars. If it broke down with her, shed be stranded.
He parked in front of the condominiums where Elise lived. Mesa Blue. It actually had a front lawn, an unusual feature in Phoenix. Elise had said it got its name from the swimming pool, the center of the complex. Its tile bottom was a deep blue.
He approved of the well-lit area. It looked safe to him. Funny, hed never evaluated the security of his dates homes before. It was probably because hed been thinking about MaryBelles safety. Yeah, that was it.
He found her apartment on the second floor, apartment 2D, and knocked. His heart rate sped up as he heard footsteps approaching.
When the door opened, he caught his breath.
Gone was the staid suit, the prim hairdo. Elise was dressed in jeans, as he was, topped by a green short-sleeved sweater with a modest V-neck. Her light brown hair was down, curving around her face, and she looked like a college student herself.
He found himself leaning forward, as if to kiss her hello, and stepped back. Ready? he asked hastily.
Yes. Do you want to come in for a drink?
If you dont mind, no. Im starving.
She immediately stepped out of her apartment and locked the door behind her. Of course. Where shall we go?
Ive found a place I think youll like. I wanted somewhere quiet so we can talk. Some of these places have the music turned up so loud you cant hear yourself think.
Some of the tension hed noted on her face eased. I know what you mean. I thought you might prefer those kinds of places. Youreyoure younger, I suppose.
Actually, Im not as young as you might think, he admitted, avoiding her gaze. I came back to ASU after trying my luck on the job market. I discovered Im more interested in creating drama than I am in acting. At least, thats what his brother Bobby had told him when Bobby had made the decision to return to college after a couple of years in Los Angeles.
Really? Do you write plays?
Im working on a couple. Nothing thats been bought yet.
Thats wonderful, James, she said eagerly.
He wasnt sure why that news pleased her so, but he had no objection to making her happy. She was practically beaming at him.
You prefer a playwright to an actor?
Her cheeks flushed and she looked away. It just seems moremore interesting, actually. One of my friends is creative. She has a gallery nearby called Native Art. But her greatest happiness comes when she creates her own art.
Hey, Ive been in that store. She has some nice stuff. And shes done some of it? He put his hand on her back to guide her down the stairs, liking the warmth of her, a soft floral scent drifting to his nostrils.
Actually, no. She creates pottery for her friends, but she wont put her own work in the store. She doesnt think its good enough.
Creative people are often unsure of themselves. He dealt with employees like Elises friend. Brilliant people, but their mood swings sometimes made them difficult to work with.
Are you?
It took him a minute to figure out what she was asking. Uh, I suppose we all are unsure of ourselves sometimes.
When he and Sylvia had divorced, the anger in him had fueled his first few years, leaving him no room for self-doubt. By the time the anger had dissipated, hed risen so high in the business, he had a history to fall back on. He hadnt thought of his past like that. Maybe he owed Sylvia, after all.
He chuckled, amused by his thoughts.
Whats funny? Elise asked, as they reached the bottom of the stairs.
Sorry. Your question reminded me of some of my early struggles.
Its good that you can laugh at them.
Yeah, it is. He hadnt laughed at them before. Elise was good for him.
I hope you dont mind my car. Its not exactly elegant, he said, directing her to MaryBelles car. Hed rather be driving his Mercedes.
Of course, I dont mind. In fact, we can drive mine if you want.
No, well takemine. But what kind of car do you drive? I hope its safe.
Oh, yes. Ive never had any trouble with it.
Good, he agreed, and held open the door for her.
He got behind the wheel, glad hed already adjusted the seat and the mirrors for his height. He backed out of the parking lot. I like your condos. They look nice.
Yes, they are. The people who live here are wonderful. My two best friends are here, but everyones friendly.
He couldnt imagine anyone being unfriendly to Elise, especially men. Any single men live here?
Well, theres Jeff and Bill.
He assured himself it was curiosity that had him asking, Why didnt you ask one of them to be your pretend fianc?
She smiled at him. Because Jeff is the same age as my students and Bill is almost old enough to be my father. Neither of them would be able to convince my sisters we were serious.
He nodded, accepting the implied compliment with a smile. Well, Ill do my best to be convincing.
Im sure you will.
James saw the sign for the place hed found earlier, having decided it would be perfect for a casual meal and conversation. Someplace where he wouldnt be recognized.
Here we are, he said as he parked the car.
He turned to Elise, only to find her staring at the restaurant, her face pale.
Chapter Three
Elise stared at the familiar sign: The Prickly Pear. Out of all the restaurants in Phoenix, hed chosen her favorite hangout? Where her friends were dining?
Is something wrong? Dont you like this place?
Ohyes, I love it. I come here often.
Is that it? Youre afraid youll be seen with me?
She heard the annoyance in his voice. With a smile, she said, Are you kidding? Being seen with you will do wonders for my reputation.
Her words mustve pleased him because he gave her that devastating smile and squeezed her hand.
Good. I was afraid you had a boyfriend stashed away somewhere and didnt want him to see us out together.
He got out of the car and came around to open her door before she could pull herself together to get out. A boyfriend? she repeated. If I had a boyfriend, why would I hire you?
He was still smiling as he took her by the hand. I guess you wouldnt.
Um, Jeff, the guy who cleans the pool, might be bartending tonight. Thats his part-time job. Andand my friends Phoebe and Daisy were coming here for dinner. But theres no one else. I mean, Im not hiding anyone.
James held the door open for her, and she walked in. The hostess who normally worked there wasnt in sight. George, their usual waiter, saw her pausing by the door and came sailing by, a tray in his hands. He stooped and kissed her cheek.
Hi, love. Just pick a table anywhere. You know the routine. Then he headed off to deliver the food on his tray.
Elise swallowed and turned to look at James. He had a curiously suspicious look on his face. Thats George. He usually waits on us.
Yeah, I can tell you know him. Why didnt you ask him?
Lowering her voice so no one could hear her, she said, Because George is already married. He and his wife are attending school and working part time.
James took a deep breath. Okay. Where do you want to sit.
Phoebe and Daisy had discovered them by that time and were waving from across the room. Uh, my friends are here. Do you mind if we say hello?
Of course not. But Id rather not join them tonight. We need to talk, to get to know each other.
Yes, of course. She led the way to their table, glad they werent going to have dinner with Phoebe and Daisy. James would only have eyes for her friends. They were so alive, so beautiful.
Hi, Phoebe and Daisy. This is James Dillon. James, these are my two best friends, Phoebe Lane and Daisy Redford.
Evening, ladies.
Elise could tell how impressed her friends were with James. Which only reinforced her confidence in her excellent choice. Her sisters would be overwhelmed.
She smiled at her friends, pleased at their approval.
Jamess arm came around her shoulders, surprising her. His warmth, the scent of his aftershave, the thrill she experienced when he touched her, distracted her. And filled her with concern. She didnt want to become too interested in James Dillon.
You know, Elise, why dont we join Phoebe and Daisy for dinner. Unless you two ladies object? Your food hasnt arrived yet?
No, we havent even ordered, Daisy said. George is rushed off his feet tonight.
Good, then how about it, Elise? James said, pulling out the nearest empty chair.
Her heart fell. He was attracted to her friends. Maybe it was Daisy who drew him. Then they wouldnt have to worry about finding a man for her. Or maybe it was Phoebe, with her starlet looks. James was probably used to starlets.
Elise?
Oh, oh, yes, of course. That would be delightful.
And she fell into the chair he held out for her.
JAMES THOUGHT ELISE had seemed very tense, until she smiled at her friends. So hed decided Elise might be more forthcoming if she was relaxed.
Now he knew hed miscalculated. She was more tense than ever. What had gone wrong?
He sat down next to her, trying to figure out how to get out of his decision.
George rushed up. The usual, darlins?
Elise frowned. James hasnt been here before. I dont know
Whats the usual? he asked, not much caring what he ate. He was more interested in Elise.
A chicken Caesar salad, Phoebe explained. But their burgers are really good.
Ill have a burger, he said at once.
George nodded in his direction. Then, after the three women said theyd have the usual, he moved on.
So, you three must eat here a lot, he commented, hoping to see Elise relax.
Several times a week, Daisy said. After working all day, it doesnt seem worth the effort to cook for one when we can come here and have a healthy salad.
I know what you mean. If I didnt have He broke off, reminding himself a struggling teaching assistant didnt have a housekeeper. Uh, if I didnt have my mom nearby, Id exist on hamburgers.
Phoebe chuckled. I dont think a man ever outgrows his need to go home to be fed.
Which one of you has the art gallery? he asked.
Daisy looked at Elise, then back at James. Thats me.
Ive been to it. I was impressed with your inventory.
Oh, thank you. Youre interested in art?
Dependsbut I liked what you had, he said.
The other two grinned in response to his flattery, but Elise did not.
It suddenly occurred to him that he didnt know just how much Elise had told her friends. Did she want them to think he was a serious suitor? Uh, Elise and I just met. I thought if we joined you two, you could tell me secrets about her. He nudged Elise with his elbow, hoping to draw some response.
They know, she said, not looking at him.
James cocked an eyebrow at the other two women. You do?
They nodded. Daisy added, Elise told us because were searching for a man for me, and she used the book to find you.
James sat back in his chair and stared at the three women. What was wrong with the men these three knew? They were all beautiful. Why did they have to search for men?
Maybe you know more than I do. What book? And why are you searching for a man? he finished, looking at Daisy.
Phoebe fielded the first question. 2001 WAYS TO WED.
When he stared at her blankly, she added, Thats the book.
James turned to Elise, whose cheeks were rosy red. You found me in a book?
No, not exactly, Elise said. It said to look at your neighbors. I told you there werent any neighbors who would do, but when I thought about work, I remembered the Drama Department. It sounded like the perfect place to find someone who couldpretend.
Makes sense, he agreed. Then he turned to Daisy. I know its none of my business, but why are you looking for a man? I mean, why do you have to look? I would think any of you could have your choice of men.
Thats sweet of you, Phoebe said with a smile, but Daisy is the only one looking.
And its because my biological clock is ticking, Daisy hurriedly added. Im ready to have a child.
Jamess eyes widened. I think Im glad Im helping out Elise and not you.
Im not looking for anything temporary, Daisy said, squaring her jaw. I was raised without a father. I wont do that to my child.
Good for you, he agreed. Then he reached over and picked up Elises hand. Hows your biological clock, sweetheart?
Elise snatched her hand away. Just fine, thank you. Remember all those sisters? Who do you think took care of them?
Your brother? he teased, knowing the answer.
Not hardly.
I cant wait to meet this brother, raised with seven sisters. Hes either overwhelmingly masculine, in self-defense, or he learned to play with dolls.
Definitely the first, Elise said without hesitation.
James looked at the other two.
We couldnt tell you, Phoebe said. Weve never met him. He doesnt come around often.
Hes an attorney and has long hours, Elise said. I talk to him on the phone, but he doesnt have a lot of spare time.
I guess his job is the reason you said he wouldnt be marching down the aisle anytime soon.
Elise nodded.
James knew most people would classify him in the same group. And theyd be right. Which explained why hed questioned Elises motives early on. But somehow he just didnt see deceit being her strong point.
So, do you think Elise and I will be able to pull this thing off?
He read the doubt on her friends faces.
Well, you have three weeks, Phoebe said. And youre an actor. But I dont know about Elise.
Hey! I can pretend, Elise protested.
Daisy chuckled. You cant even pay an insincere compliment, Elise. She blushes a bright red when she tries, she added to James. If we really want to know if weve bought something we shouldnt have, we ask Elise.
Elise scowled at Daisy, but James saw the concern in her gaze. Dont worry, honey. Ill teach you method acting. Youll do fine. He knew that much from Bobby.
Phoebe chuckled. Is that your style of acting?
James knew she understood what he meant, but Elise still didnt have a clue. It works best, especially for beginners.
Their dinners arrived at that moment. The food was good, the conversation even better.
James decided hed learned more about Elise than he would have on their own. In particular, he noted her friends remarks about her honesty.
Sylvia had been an expert liar.
Several hours later, the two friends excused themselves, both claiming chores that had to be done that evening before bedtime.
I enjoyed meeting your friends, but they dont seem practical typesespecially Phoebe, James said after theyd left.
Shes very beautiful.
None of you are going to be used on wanted posters, sweetheart, he said with a chuckle. But she seems more the movie-star type. Like maybe shes an actress, too.
She was at one time, but her heart wasnt in it. Shesgot other plans now.
Interesting friends.
Elise said thanks, but she looked away.
Are you upset that we joined them?
No, of course not, she hurriedly said, and smiled at him.
But it wasnt her best smile.
I figured once you met them, youd want to get to know them better, she said.
He stared at her. Are you implying Im more interested in them than I am in you? He couldnt believe shed think that.
It doesnt matter. Were pretending, remember? I need to excuse myself. Ill be back in a minute.
James stared after her, confused.
YOU IDIOT! Elise addressed herself in the mirror. Youre the one who keeps forgetting. How could you let him know that youre jealous.
She powdered her nose and tried to get up the courage to return to the table. It had been an enlightening evening. For her. Shed discovered James had an infinite capacity for charm. And that she was way too interested in him.
What was she going to do now? Start over?
Oh, yeah, I can see me telling James he wont do.
I beg your pardon? said a young woman whod just come out of one of the stalls.
Sorry, I was talking to myself. She rushed from the ladies room, embarrassed by her foolishness.
No, she couldnt back out now. Besides, James was perfect for the role. And she didnt really have any interest in him. All the reasons for not choosing him for Daisy applied to Elise, too.
If she ever did consider marriage, it would be to a man who centered his world around her. Not the opposite. Actors were notoriously egotistical.
Which had been Richards strong suit, too.
She reached the table, but she didnt bother to sit down. Are you ready? I need to get home. I have some papers to grade.
Sure. But Im waiting for George to bring back my credit card.
Rather than just stand there like an idiot, she sat. Okay.
George instantly appeared, and James signed the ticket.
She popped up like a jack-in-the-box as soon as he finished writing.
You are in a hurry, arent you, he said, frowning.
I have an early class tomorrow. And a faulty resistance system for handsome men, apparently.
Okay. So our next dateI mean, research meeting, should be Friday night, so you can sleep late the next morning.
But today is Wednesday. We dont need to meet that often, do we? she asked, hoping she was hiding her concern.
Only if you want to convince your sisters. We still have a lot to learn about each other.
She supposed that was true. It seemed to her hed spent most of his time talking to her friends, so she didnt think it was her fault they had to go out more often.
When they got in the car and hed backed out into traffic, she said, Whats your favorite color?
He looked at her, surprise on his face. Then, with a smile, he said, Green.
She turned bright red since she was wearing green and he was staring at her sweater. Oh. I didnt know.
And yours?
Her favorite color was green, too, but she didnt want to say that now. Hed think she was just saying that to agree with him.
Red, she said firmly. Red is my favorite color.
Im not surprised. It matches your cheeks, he pointed out, a grin on his lips.
She hoped he didnt remember Daisys comment about her lies.
Are you a morning person, or a night person? she asked, hoping a change of subject would help her equilibrium.
Do I have to be one or the other?
That response startled her. Isnt everyone?
I guess Im more night than morning, but I dont like to sleep late. I dont need a lot of sleep.
And I suppose you think people who do are lazy?
He took his gaze off the road, frowning at her. Are you trying to pick a fight with me?
No! I just People who Never mind. She crossed her arms over her chest and said nothing more.
They finished the drive in silence. Fortunately it wasnt a long drive.
After killing the motor, he partially turned toward her. I take it you require a lot of sleep?
I need eight hours, like normal people.
That means youre a night person, right? You stay up too late and then have trouble getting up. So well tell your sisters our being together works well because I can get you out of bed in the mornings, he said with a smile.
Elise stared at him in horror. Well do nothing of the sort!
Why? Surely you dont think theyll believe were not sleeping with each other. Were not exactly teenagers.
I suppose you think sex should be a part of dating? She tried to keep her outrage under control.
If theres no sexual attraction, there wont be an engagement. If theyre going to believe us, they have to think I cant keep my hands off you.
Im not sure youre that good an actor, she snapped.
His chuckle surprised her, and she glared at him.
Sweetheart, that part doesnt require any acting.
What do you mean?
Youre a beautiful woman. Im a man. We men are drawn to beautiful women. And you look damn good in jeans.
I dont Theyre old.
And fit you like a glove. It was a pure pleasure to follow you around tonight.
She wasnt sure she believed him, but she knew shed be so self-conscious when she got out of the car, shed scarcely be able to walk.
Is sex all you ever think about? she asked, hoping to stop this conversation.
Nope. But its nice to consider.
There are other things more important. Like She thought desperately. Like, are you a Republican or a Democrat?
You choose your men based on their political preferences? he asked, incredulity in his voice.
No! But its something I should know.
Okay. Im neither. I vote based upon the candidate, not the political party. He smiled. How about you?
Me? Uh, Im What could she say? She did the same. Me, too, she mumbled.
What a relief. We can check that one off the list. What else?
Why do I have to come up with all the questions? You should ask me about things that are important to you. Anything to get herself off the hook. Because her mind was a blank.
Okay. Do you want children?
She almost choked. She wouldnt have expected that question in a million years. I said I wasnt interested in marriage!
That wasnt the question.
Yes, it is. Because, like Daisy, I wouldnt choose to be a single parent. So that eliminates the prospect of children. She tried to keep any sadness out of her voice. The past few years, when she played with her nieces and nephews, a longing she tried to keep buried rose in her. But shed accepted that she would never hold her own child in her arms.
But what if someone in your family asks us about our plans to have children?
Well, to appease them, just say we want children but we dont know when or how many.
Why are you so against marriage? Didnt your parents have a happy marriage?
She definitely didnt like this line of questioning. Yes, they did. I want to know your shoe size.
He blinked several times, drawing attention to his blue eyes. My shoe size? Is there some psychological connection that Im missing?
She thought shed pass out. Shoe size had been the first thing to come into her head, but women whispered about the shoe size being representative of the size of a certain other organ. Did James know that? She thought shed die of embarrassment.
II thought my sisters would expect me to know that.
Well, for your sisters edification, I wear a ten and a half. Oh, and I wear an extra-large shirt.
It was her turn to stare at him. Why would she need to know that?
In case youre buying me a birthday present, he added, with a cheeky grin. Actually, I thought youd ask the more important question.
When he didnt continue, she asked, What question?
Boxers or briefs?
Elise tried to keep her chin up, fighting the embarrassment filling her, but she knew her cheeks gave her away. Well?
Briefs. And you? Do you wear a thong?
Shed stepped right into that one. Without warning, she opened the car door and got out. Then she leaned back in. Never! was her terse reply.
But he had the last word. Before she could slam the door, she heard him say in that deep, silky voice, Too bad.
Chapter Four
This is not going to work! Elise assured her friends, pacing the floor.
After shed reached her apartment, shed called Phoebe and Daisy to come join her. She needed some reassurance.
Whats not going to work? Daisy asked. Hes certainly handsome enough.
Yes, Elise agreed with a sigh.
Charm just oozes out of him, Phoebe added. If he goes professional, hes going to be an enormous hit.
Yes, Elise agreed again.
So why wont he work? Daisy asked, her gaze fixed on Elise.
Im the weak link. He makes me feel self-conscious. My sisters will never believe that I attracted that kind of man. It just wont work. She had to come up with some reason to break off the agreement. Even if she had to pay him the full amount. Even if she had to go to the wedding alone.
Maybe his method acting will help. Phoebes grin alerted Elise.
Exactly what does that term mean? James had mentioned it several times, but she really hadnt paid much attention. Phoebes smile seemed to indicate it was important.
Um, in general terms, you live the part, pretend its really you.
Live the part? Elise asked, fear rising in her. The man was going to pretend he was really engaged to her? Oh, Lordy, she was in big trouble. If he touched herkissed her I cant do it!
Daisy was looking confused. Why would method acting make you think you cant go through with it? I would think that would make it easier.
Elise couldnt answer.
Phoebe did. I think Elise is afraid it will become too real for her. He might break her heart when its over. Thats why a lot of actors fall in love with their co-stars. They pretend to fall in love and, voil?, they are.
Oh. Daisy shot a sympathetic look Elises way.
Yeah. And then, when its over, a good method actor moves on to his next part. We amateurs arent as skilled inin moving on. Elise didnt think she would ever forget James Dillon, even now after one research evening. She wasnt falling in love. No, not that. Butbut she could.
I wish I could find someone like James, Daisy said with a sigh.
Elise saw a chance to break the agreement. Youre right. Ive been too selfish. Ill tell James you have first dibs on any men we find and
No! You heard him. Hes not interested in being a father. And an actor really isnt a good prospect. I just mean someone whoa man who knows what he wants. A man who finds his own way in the world. Im tired of men who are looking for a second mother.
He said he goes home to eat! Elise protested, glad to find something to complain about.
Daisys right. He wont do for her. Besides, shes agreed to go out with the guy I found. Maybe hell do the trick. Phoebe smiled at Daisy.
Daisy returned the smile, but Elise thought they both looked doubtful. Whats wrong with him?
Both friends said, Nothing! at the same time.
I mean, tell me about him. Thats what I meant.
Phoebe immediately launched into a sales campaign. Hes divorced, has a twelve-year-old daughter. Thats how I met him. He brought his daughter to my class for young teenagers on how to apply makeup, so they dont look like a Las Vegas show-girl. And hes a dentist, very handsome.
He puts his hands in other peoples mouths, Daisy muttered.
He wears gloves, Daisy. And you havent met him. Hes charming.
As charming as James? Daisy countered.
Phoebe made a face. Not many men are as charming as James. But hes pleasant. Give him a chance.
Okay, okay. I said Id go out with him. Friday, right? Daisy asked.
Right. When are you going to see James again? Phoebe asked Elise.
Friday.
Hmm. Guess Im on my own Friday night. Maybe Ill see if the Madisons will take pity on me, Phoebe said with a grin.
Elise smiled back. The elderly couple who lived just down the hall from Phoebe loved feeding their single neighbors. The three women had a standing invitation for dinner. The only cost was listening to stories of the Madisons beloved grandson, Wyatt. Since none of them had ever met Wyatt, they had to take his besotted grandparents word on how perfect he was.
Maybe you should discuss Daisy with them. Theyll immediately offer Wyatt as a solution, and our problems will be solved! Elise said with a chuckle.
I dont think I could possibly be perfect enough for Wyatt, Daisy protested, laughing.
His perfection had become a standard joke among the three of them. When one of them intended to do something the other two thought was crazy, they always invoked Wyatt as a naysayer.
Phoebe looked pensive. You know, with all their talk about Wyatt, I dont even know what he does for a living. Theyre always talking about his childhood. Maybe because thats all they know. He certainly doesnt show up often. And theyre such sweet people.
They all nodded, but Elises mind was focused on her own difficulties. Neither of her friends had shown her how she could get out of the situation shed created.
In truth, she knew there wasnt a way out. Unless she was willing to go to Sharons wedding alone. And she wasnt. So she had to risk her heart to stay saneonly, risking her heart would drive her crazy.
What was a girl to do?
FOR THE NEXT two days, James chuckled often as he remembered the conversation hed shared with Eliseand anticipated their Friday evening together.
Whats put you in such a happy mood? MaryBelle asked as she served him breakfast Friday morning.
James immediately wiped away the smile. Me? Its a beautiful day.
We live in Phoenix, James. Most every day is beautiful, but thats never stopped you from acting like a grouchy bear.
Im not that bad, MaryBelle, he protested. But he was beginning to wonder. Hed gone back to the office yesterday and several people had commented on his change of attitude.
Its a woman, isnt it? MaryBelle suddenly guessed.
James immediately felt sympathy for Elises blushes as his cheeks heated up. I dont know what youre talking about.
Aha! I was right. Its about time, too. Its unnatural for a handsome man like you to have nothing to do with women.
Dont be silly, MaryBelle. I work with women all the time. Some of my best creative people are women.
This is different, MaryBelle announced, a satisfied look on her round face. She picked up the coffeepot and poured him more. Eat up, or Ill think youve lost your appetite because of this woman.
He glared at her.
Ah, maybe she isnt as beautiful as she should be, if youre going to start growling again.
The temptation to assure his housekeeper that Elise was quite beautiful almost escaped his lips, until he caught the expectant look on her face. She was fishing for information. He pressed his lips together, then took a deep breath. The coffee is especially good this morning, MaryBelle. New brand?
Nope. It just tastes better when youre in a good mood. After a moment, she asked, Am I going to need to look for another job?
Stunned, he put down his coffee cup. What are you talking about? Have I upset you? You know I cant manage without you.
I thought maybe with a new woman in the picture, she might not want me doin the cooking.
Whether or not he gave her information about Elise, he couldnt let MaryBelle, sixty years young, worry about her future. Shed been a part of his life for almost ten years, and he couldnt ask for better. Rising, he hugged her rounded form. I cant do without you, MaryBelle, new woman or not. Besides, shes a career woman. Shell love having you here.
Aha! I knew there was someone! MaryBelle crowed.
You rat! You tricked me. You knew Id worry about your hurt feelings. Shame on you!
Its your fault, MaryBelle proclaimed, her nose in the air. Youre too closemouthed for your own good.
He didnt agree with that, but he didnt mind letting MaryBelle know about Elise. He wanted to tell everyone about her, but that wasnt a good idea. Their being together was only temporary, he reminded himself. He headed for the door. I wont be home for dinner tonight. Oh, and Ill need to borrow your car again.
Okay. Thanks for the tune-up and wash, by the way. It drives a lot better now.
Ill leave the keys to my car.
No need. Im not going anywhere.
With a wave, he was out the door, briefcase in hand, as usual. But he knew the smile on his lips was a new addition, as of two days ago.
SHE DIDNT WEAR JEANS.
That smile insisted on spreading across Jamess mouth. Hed made her self-conscious. Tonight, she was dressed in a long-sleeved blouse and a skirt that fell to mid-calf. It wasnt tight enough to allow her shape to be seen, or full enough to swirl around her legs. And her blouse was done up all the way, except for the tiptop button.
She hadnt hidden her small waist, however. A belt with a silver buckle spanned her middle, like the bow on a presentand he was ready to start unwrapping. He found her demure outfit to be more enticing than any bikini.
Shall we go? she asked, staring at him.
Not inviting me in tonight? he asked, just to be ornery.
Shed met him at the door and had immediately stepped forward and locked up behind her. He suspected she didnt trust him.
I figured you were hungry.
Starved, he assured her, letting his eyes tell her what kind of hunger he was talking about. She got the message. Her cheeks flamed again. He was almost ready to change his favorite color to rose, a beautiful dusty rose under peach-colored skin.
Instead of preceding him down the stairs, she suggested, You go first.
He was about to grow concerned that hed teased her too much.
Then she added, Its my turn to enjoy the view.
My pleasure, sweetheart, he assured her, grinning, and headed down. At the bottom, he turned to wait for her. Okay?
Fine. She avoided looking at him.
They got in the car, but he didnt start the engine. Just for the record, youre not a virgin, are you?
Why?
You seemed a little uncomfortable with our conversation Wednesday night. It occurred to me that you were less experienced than I expected.
She looked out the window rather than at him. Just because I dont normally discuss sex with men doesnt mean Ive never No, Im not a virgin.
Good. He started the engine and backed out. Ive chosen another restaurant this evening. I hope you like Italian?
Yes, I love it.
Okay, so hed made the right choice. Shed be more relaxed, and hed learn even more delightful facts about Dr. Elise Foster. It was so hard to picture her as a college professor.
Do you like teaching at ASU?
She looked surprised. I love it. I love the French language. Its beautiful, lyrical, and I love sharing it with others.
I bet your students love the language, too, when youre finished with them.
You make it sound like I force-feed them.
No, I suspect you seduce them, he said softly, imagining listening to her for an hour, a smile on his lips.
What? What do you mean?
Sorry, just a phrase. Listening to your voice is such a pleasure, I think you could convince me of anything.
I didnt mean to overreact, but in this day and age, we have to be very careful. She folded her hands in her lap.
Maybe I shouldve found a French restaurant and let you order for us, he suggested.
She rolled her eyes. Why? You speak Arizonan as well as I do. You dont really think the waiter would be French, do you?
Surely there are some Frenchmen in Phoenix.
There are, but theyre usually the chef, not the waiters. Ive had several come speak to my classes.
Do you cook French dishes?
He was surprised by the suspicion that filled her gaze.
Why? Are you hoping Ill cook for you instead of your mom? Or cook a meal for you to impress someone?
The tension in her voice confused him. I was just making conversation, Elise, trying to get to know you. What did I do wrong?
She looked away. Im sorry.
That doesnt explain the problem. What is it?
M-my fianc didnt want me to have a career unless it was entertaining his clients. The only schooling he wanted me to bother with was Cordon Bleu 101 so he could impress them.
I hope you kicked him out on his behind.
My family didnt have that reaction.
Well, they shouldve. You werent hiring on to be his housekeeper. You were going to be his wife. Didnt he care about what you wanted? He thought the guy sounded like a jerk.
Theyd reached the restaurant, and he parked. Then he turned to look at Elise. She hadnt responded to his statement. Elise? Did I hurt your feelings? Are you all right?
She blinked rapidly before looking at him, but he could still see the tears pooled in her eyes. James, dont bebe so charming, please. I cant
What are you talking about?
No man has ever Even my family thought I was crazy because I objected to Richards agenda.
What did your brother say?
Chance? Oh, he didnt say much. He tried to stay uninvolved in what he called emotional girl stuff.
That was probably smart, James agreed with a chuckle, but it wouldve been better if hed supported you.
She shrugged her shoulders. This looks like a nice restaurant.
Clearly she was ready to change the subject. I havent tried it before, but it came highly recommended.
Once they were seated inside, he decided hed made the right choice. Each booth had high backs and swinging saloon doors, giving them the illusion they were in a small room all alone. Guess no one will interrupt us here, he said with a smile.
I hope at least the waiter stops by, or well starve to death, Elise returned, smiling now too.
James was relieved. He didnt want her unhappy, but he felt as if hed uncovered a lot in the short drive. When he combined the information about her fianc and her taking care of her six sisters, it was easy to understand her resistance to marriage.
A thought suddenly struck him. Richard is the only man youve slept with, isnt he.
The waiter opened the swinging door. Good evening, Im your waiter for the evening. Richard is my name.
Elise turned a bright red.
ELISE LET JAMES do the ordering. Since he consulted her on her preferences, he actually asked the waiter for exactly what she would have ordered. Richard used to order his own choices and expect her to like them.
Shed been an idiot ever to put up with the man.
The amazing thing was Jamess agreement. She hadnt expected him to even understand her problem with Richards attitude, much less support her. Shed told Phoebe and Daisy about Richards controlling nature, of course, in one of their late-night chats, and hadnt been surprised when theyd agreed with her assessment of him. They were women.
The waiter finally left the table, and James leaned back against the booth. Im right, arent I?
Yes, thank you. You ordered exactly what I wanted.
Thats not what I meant. Youve only slept with Richard, havent you.
James! You have no right to ask such personal questions! I havent asked that of you.
What do you want to know? he asked, spreading his hands wide.
I dont see any need to discuss our past lives. My sisters wont ask questions about your past.
Then theyre mighty unusual women.
If they do, Ill tell them its none of their business, nor mine, either, for that matter.
He leaned forward, and even with the table between them she found herself pressing against the back of the booth.
Youre telling me even if we were really engaged, you wouldnt ask about my past partners? You wouldnt even want to know about my ex-wife?
Shocked out of her self-consciousness, she leaned forward. Youve been married? You mustve been very young.
For the first time in a while, he was the one to seem ill-at-ease. Yeah. He busied himself with his napkin.
See? Its uncomfortable to be grilled by a stranger, she pointed out.
I wasnt grilling you! he snapped. It seemed to me you havent spent a lot of time with men, but if you were a virgin, I
Im not. Weve established that. And I told you I hadnt dated much. So, we can move on. She certainly hoped they would. She was tired of turning a bright red every time she talked to this man.
Silence followed. Okay, so they didnt have anything in common. Well, they had the school. Shed talk about school. How was your day? What play are you working on now?
He didnt look enthusiastic. Um, Shakespeare. Were doing a Shakespeare play.
Oh, really. I thought you were going to skip him this year since you just did a Moli?re. I heard you were going for contemporary comedies to tempt a younger crowd. She stared at him curiously. There had been a big debate on campus, the classics versus the popular.
Oh, you mean our production. Right, of course. I thought you were referring to my classes. Were working on Shakespeare in class, but ourour public presentation is a contemporary.
Which one?
He looked a little lost, and she stared at him.
I believe its a Neil Simon. Yes, a Neil Simon. Hes a very good writer, you know.
Her lips twitched. Did he think she was an idiot? Yes, I heard, she said smoothly.
Now he blushed bright red. She loved turning the tables on him.
Of course you have. I didnt mean to imply I was embarrassed because I couldnt think of the name of it.
Its not a test, James, she assured him kindly. I thought you would be involved in it, thats all.
Not yet. Ive had too much to do for my classes.
How many hours do you teach each week?
He more easily fielded that question. Nine.
And you also take classes? Thats a heavy load. Are you sure you have time forfor our nonsense?
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О книге: Quick–check the phone book under ′′Groom′′!Independent lady Elise Foster didn′t want a husband–but she was desperate for a fiancé. To pacify her marriage-hungry family, she had to find a hunk she could pass off as her man-in-waiting. Then the perfect candidate–gorgeous James Dillon–adopted the part of adoring fiancé as if he′d been born for the role. His fiery kisses packed such passion that Miss Single-and-Proud-of-It fell smack-dab in love with her decoy! And now Elise was determined to make the ruse real. James didn′t know it yet, but he was about to go from leased fiancé to rent-to-own groom!