The Billionaire's Fake Engagement / Man From Stallion Country. Robyn Grady
the activity at Phil’s,” he went on, “I’m guessing your office was flooded with calls this morning. Celebrity does that.”
“That’s a steep price for a few leads. And when Phil realizes what’s going on,” that she was wasting her time here because this expedition was merely a way for Alex to get her alone and vulnerable, “I might not have a job.”
“My bet is, after today he’ll give you a big fat bonus.”
Still ascending, she clapped one thigh. “Well, of course! Being involved with a man who is supposedly marrying one woman while another is having his baby is clearly something to endorse.”
“Not everyone believes that two people who aren’t suited to each other should marry for the sake of the child. It’s a recipe for resentment and discord.”
“There’s a lot of old-fashioned folk who believe they should at least try.” The folk back in Constance Plains, for instance. Bunch of small-minded hypocrites.
And, dammit, she wouldn’t think about that, either.
She was halfway up the staircase when, as if by magic, he appeared before her, his powerful frame blocking her path. “And an equal amount of people would say I’m a man of principle for not going back on my word to you.”
Her heart pounded as he loomed over her. He was everything a man should be. A powerhouse of raw conviction and simmering sexuality.
And, she had to remember, he was no longer hers.
“There’s just one teensy problem. We weren’t, aren’t and never will be engaged. It’s a lie.”
“We can turn it into the truth.”
She made an impatient sound then wound up around him. But he clasped her hand and she was tugged back to face his steely gaze.
“I can’t do anything about Bridget’s claim,” he said. “Or that word is out we’re to be married. If I retract that statement now, I’ll look like an even bigger heel.” His brows knitted. “Zhang knows about my grandfather’s less than scrupulous reputation. Yesterday I convinced him that any investment would be safe with me. I told him I was a man of my word.”
“An honourable man who carries through on his promises,” she murmured, continuing his thread and hating that it’d begun to make some kind of sense.
This fake engagement had a business angle? Business implied impartiality, controlled feelings, calculated decisions.
And none of that meant she would go along with it.
“Cute plan,” she offered, “but I’m sure you’re aware of its flaws.”
He nodded grudgingly. “Zhang’s decision might not be affected by this story either way. On the other hand, if that newspaper report has swayed his opinion, perhaps nothing will swing it back. But even if Zhang doesn’t go through with this deal, I’ll have gained something more important.” His foot found the higher stair and he leaned in close. “A wife.”
Her eyes popped.
Wife!
She choked on a disbelieving laugh. “Whoa. Alex, listen to me. We are not engaged.”
Deaf, determined, he dug into his back pocket and presented a small velvet box, then sprang open the lid.
The strength in her legs dissolved. A huge solitaire diamond glittered up at her. She’d never seen a stone that big, that dazzling. That perfect!
A bubble of emotion caught in her throat. She swallowed before it went to her head.
This scenario was all wrong, from beginning to end. She couldn’t be engaged to him. She certainly couldn’t marry him. He was probably the father of another woman’s baby. Even if the tests came back negative, Tallie Wilder wasn’t exactly prime wife material. Not if the man concerned wanted a family.
Alex had made it clear that having a son and heir was a priority, and she couldn’t have another child. He wanted his wife’s reputation to be above reproach. In her hometown, her name was synonymous with scandal.
And there was something else. Alex hadn’t mentioned the reason a couple usually became man and wife. Oh, he desired her, enjoyed her company, treated her like a queen. But he didn’t love her.
A lifetime ago she’d dreamed of love where no sacrifice was too great. Where what mattered above all else was the other person’s feelings, security and trust. She’d imagined knowing the kind of love where forfeiting your most prized possession would be the least you could do if it eased your sweetheart’s pain just a little.
Then she’d lost her baby as well as any emotion, other than grief and regret. Having known Alexander had brought her back to life. She still believed in that unique kind of love, maybe even for herself. She certainly wouldn’t marry without it.
But while she felt sure Alex would make a wonderful, committed father, she wasn’t certain he was capable of that kind of unconditional affection where a woman was concerned. To a shrewd man like Alex, deep romantic love would equal vulnerability, Samson and Delilah style. She had only to remember how coolly he’d relayed the standards he’d accept in a wife, or his suggestion a moment ago that they follow through with the engagement primarily because of business, to be sure of that.
He wanted the ideal wife and mother and he’d chosen her. What a joke.
Needing to escape—needing to breathe—she jogged back down the stairs. “Alex, don’t do this.”
“Because you had a more romantic offer in mind?”
Her heels clicking again on the vestibule tiles, she made a beeline for the door and tried to dissuade him with what was clear. “We’ve known each other three months.”
“I’m looking forward to getting to know each other more.”
If he knew about her pregnancy, he’d be running rather than chasing. That night six years ago still haunted her. The thought of dredging up all those hopeless, horrible feelings, then having him walk out, made her insides churn enough to retch.
Why couldn’t he simply forget this crazy plan? Why wouldn’t he accept her decision?
“I won’t go along with a fabricated engagement to prove you’re a man of your word.”
“Then do it for the obvious reason. Because we belong with each other.”
He didn’t know what he was talking about. How could he belong with a woman who couldn’t bear children? She might as well not be a woman at all.
The finality of that knowledge hit again, winding her like a medicine ball to the stomach. She stopped at the door, one hand on the doorjamb, the other on her midriff while tears filled her throat.
At her back, two hands cupped her shoulders as his hard frame pressed in.
“Carino, would it be so bad being married to me?”
She swallowed back emotion. “That’s not the question you should be asking.”
“Then what?”
Her throat thickened more. “You could very well be the father of that baby and you don’t know?”
His fingers clamped her shoulders more before his hands lowered.
“There’s more to this, isn’t there?” he asked, and she froze.
Did he know something about her past?
“I think I understand,” he ground out, “and I admit it might not be what you’d hoped for in a marriage…regularly caring for another woman’s child as if it were your own.”
Natalie blinked several times and slowly turned. Her voice was an incredulous whisper.
“You’d want me to help look after the baby?”
Engagements,