Colton's Convenient Bride. Jennifer Morey
Then again, she had not come to this dinner to satisfy her father; well, maybe a little, but being here had been her own choice. She had not agreed to a marriage, not yet. Although the idea definitely tantalized her, and only because she would be marrying Decker, a man who had always fascinated her.
“I’d like to sleep on it,” she said.
“No point in rushing anything,” her mother concurred.
“They hit it off,” her father said. “I can tell.”
How could he tell?
“Just set a date,” Russ insisted.
“You can call it off if you change your minds,” Bernard added.
Russ sent him a sharp glance. “They won’t call it off.”
“Dad,” Kendall protested.
“Just set a date,” Russ insisted. “That’s all we ask.”
“No harm in setting a date,” Marion said.
Kendall had to gape at her mother. She had reservations before tonight. What had happened to change her attitude? Mara smiled at that. “I see no harm in setting a date, either. There’s a lot of planning that will need to be done. If you both back out at the last minute, then we cancel everything.”
Her logic was something of a marvel. They’d plan an expensive wedding and if Kendall or Decker cancelled, oh well? They had a lot of money to burn but to Kendall that was an enormous waste.
How long would she be stuck here if she didn’t agree to something?
“It’s traditionally the bride’s family who pays for the wedding,” she said. “I’m not comfortable with making plans when I’m not certain this is going to work.”
Russ waved his hands in front of him. “Don’t worry about money. I’ll pay for everything.”
Mara eyed him in disagreement.
“The worst that will happen is we lose some deposits,” Russ said.
“I’ll select and pay for my own dress.” Kendall couldn’t believe she’d just said that. She felt sucked into a surreal situation where everything was happening way too fast.
Russ waved his hands again as if all of this amounted to nothing consequential. “We can talk details later. Just pick a date.”
Just pick a date.
“March thirty-first,” Decker said.
She gaped at him. That was the end of the month, little more than three weeks away. “Are you—”
“Fabulous,” Russ exclaimed.
“Wonderful,” her father said.
“This should be interesting,” Marion murmured.
And Mara just chuckled softly but wryly.
The next morning Kendall drove the short distance to her parents’ house. Her mother had asked her to accompany her for breakfast. While not the mansion of Russ and Mara’s scale, it was still an impressive piece of architecture. Her parents didn’t like to feel like they could get lost in their own home, or have so much space that most of it was never used. They liked a homier environment, which this six-bedroom abode offered. White and with lots of grouped, tall and arch-topped windows and a varied roofline, it had a sprawling, modern look.
Kendall entered the foyer, a half-circle room with a grand staircase on one side and a small sitting area with a fireplace on the other. Upstairs were two master suites, Kendall’s bedroom that her mother had kept for her, a guest room and a study. The landing at the top of the stairs had another sitting area with views of the mountains through high windows above the open foyer.
She walked through the informal living room—the formal living room was off the dining room next to the kitchen. There were also two guest suites on this level along with another study.
Kendall could see her mother in the kitchen talking cheerily with the cook. They only employed a cook and a housekeeper, not a full servant staff like Russ and Mara. A round table in a turret area could seat six.
Kendall passed an arched double entry to an entertainment room with a wet bar and casual seating. Although she couldn’t see them from here, a wall of windows could be opened to allow access to the pool. Her parents had divided it to better control humidity.
“There she is.” Her mother came to her and gave her a hug. “I asked Carol to make your favorite.”
Kendal’s favorite breakfast was a veggie omelet, strawberries and rye toast with a good amount of butter.
“You’re awfully chipper this morning.” Kendall took a seat next to Marion, enjoying the view of the glassed-in pool and the mountainside beyond. The ground was still covered in snow. Still early March, there would be no real thawing for several weeks.
“I want to hear all about your dinner. You weren’t very talkative last night. I thought if I gave you some time to process you’d be more of a fountain.”
She had always been very close to her mother and wasn’t at all surprised that she’d known Kendall needed time to absorb, especially big moments like the one last night.
“It was lovely.”
“You already said that last night.”
“Decker is...not what I expected. He’s a gentleman and ambitious but not obsessed with wealth.” To Kendall, money was a necessity and a lot of it definitely made life easier, but it had a purpose and that wasn’t to exploit excesses. Decker had struck her as having the same view. “It was refreshing. He’s grown up since high school. He doesn’t keep in touch with any of the people he hung around with back then.”
Her mother smiled fondly. “You’ve both grown up. I could tell you really liked him last night, and the way he looked at you.” She lifted her eyes up in wonder. “He’s very attracted to you.”
“I’m attracted to him, too, but it’s only the first day.”
“Are you going to go through with the wedding?” her mother asked.
“I don’t know.”
“He doesn’t want to lose this opportunity. He wants you, Kendall.”
“He doesn’t even know me,” she protested. “I need more than physical attraction.”
“He knows you enough and you know him enough. He’s got a solid reputation. The physical attraction is important. The rest will come in time.”
Kendall sat back and angled her head, perplexed. “Yesterday you were worried about me marrying Decker.”
“That was before I saw the two of you together. I still want you to be sure this is what you want, but I feel better about this arrangement now.”
Because she knew Kendall had a crush on Decker in high school and she had witnessed what Kendall had felt with Decker during the dinner. Undeniable chemistry.
“I will be sure,” Kendall finally said. At least, she hoped she would be. Given the flutter of attraction she felt for Decker, even now when he wasn’t in sight, she just might be able to take the chance on him.
“I can’t wait to go dress shopping,” her mother said, full of excitement.
“Mother...!”
“We don’t have much time. I thought we could start this afternoon.”
“I have to work,” Kendall protested.
“Your father told me you could take as much time off as you need this month.”
Holy