The Wrong Wife. Carolyn McSparren

The Wrong Wife - Carolyn McSparren


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      He dared not see Annabelle Langley again

      That was for sure, Ben Jackson thought to himself. Cupid must be laughing his head off, the sadistic little bastard. How could Ben, the conservative, left-brain, goal-oriented young law-and-order district attorney fall head over heels in love at first sight?

      He was still thinking of her when the back door burst open, and Annabelle, her face as cheerful as an executioner’s, stalked down the back steps and stood staring out at the yard and carriage house.

      The effect she had on him hadn’t changed.

      He leaned back against the trunk of the tree and tried to study her critically in hopes that his rational mind would kick in before it was too late. This could not be happening. His mother must have slipped a love potion into his tea. She’d accused him of being a robot. But robots didn’t fall in love.

      This wasn’t love. It was lust. Lust he could handle.…After all, a district attorney with a brilliant career ahead of him wouldn’t fall for a woman like Annabelle.

      A woman with a scandal in her past from which she’d never escape.

      Dear Reader,

      Do you believe in love at first sight? I do. I knew the first moment I looked at my husband that he was the one.

      Ben Jackson, law-and-order district attorney on the rise, doesn’t believe in love at all. He’s looking for the right wife—a partner to share his vision, to help build his career.

      But he falls passionately for Annabelle Langley the moment he sees her, even though she couldn’t be a less suitable choice.

      Fortunately, Annabelle would never dream of marrying Ben Jackson. As a matter of fact, she doesn’t intend to marry at all. She wants to go back to New York where nobody cares about her past.

      Ben wants to uncover the truth so she’ll be free to love him. Yet the deeper he delves, the more damning the evidence against her seems. He’s not helping her—he’s hurting her!

      Should he stop? Let her go? Or keep fighting for the love he knows they can have together?

      I hope you’ll enjoy discovering the answer.

      Carolyn McSparren

      The Wrong Wife

      Carolyn McSparren

       www.millsandboon.co.uk

      For Vonda Milnor, who taught me about heirloom lace.

      For Pat Potter, Phyllis Appleby and Beverly Williams, the greatest brainstormers in the world.

      For Emma DeSaussure Jett, who taught me to sew a fine seam—or as fine as I could manage.

      Finally, in memory of Ann Lee, who brought this plot a good deal too close to home.

      CONTENTS

       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

       CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

       CHAPTER NINETEEN

      CHAPTER ONE

      “YOU’VE SUCCESSFULLY avoided falling in love for years,” Elizabeth Jackson said to her son. “That’s not a good thing.”

      “For me, it is.” Ben Jackson leaned back on the turquoise corduroy Victorian love seat and smiled sardonically at his mother. “Even Cupid couldn’t shoot an arrow through all the scar tissue on this particular heart.” Ben poked a finger at his chest. “I’ve had one love, remember. I neither need nor want another. Too painful.”

      “Ben, you loved Judy, but that was in high school. And her death wasn’t your fault.”

      “It was partly my fault. Although some of the blame must go to dear old Dad.”

      Elizabeth frowned at her son. “Stop being so sarcastic. All I’m saying is that it’s better to feel pain than nothing at all.”

      “You taught me not to stick my hand on a hot stove, but you want me to hold out my heart and say, ‘Hey, somebody come and stomp on this’?”

      Elizabeth laid the piece of ecru lace she’d been working with onto the coffee table and gave her son a critical glance. “I’d rather have you bleeding all over my carpet than turning into a robot.”

      “Whoa! I’m no robot.” He leaned forward. “I care a hell of a lot about putting the crooks away.”

      “That is what you do. Is it not who you are. Or it shouldn’t be.”

      “If Dad hadn’t gotten Elmer Bazemore acquitted of rape and attempted murder he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to kill Judy, and you’d probably have those grandchildren you keep talking about.”

      She leaned across to put her arms around him for a moment. He held himself stiffly away from her. She released him. “Get an emotional life.”

      “I’m trying, Mom. Within limits.”

      “Not much chance with the women you date.” Elizabeth picked up the lace, adjusted her pince-nez and began to check it for tiny rips. “Everything between you and your girlfriends is so cool and rational. What kind of a marriage would that make?”

      “The perfect kind. A partnership that will get me elected to my first full term as district attorney.”

      “With two point five perfect children to round out the picture?”

      “I’m not certain I’ll ever


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