He folded his arms over his chest. “I
suppose you could say I’m following Blake’s lead. Marriage solves a few
fundamental problems in my career path.”
She stared at him full on now, not
trying to look away. “Your problems. Not mine.”
“Problems you helped play a role in.” He
saw the spark in her eye before she managed her first syllable of defense.
She sat the tea down and placed a hand
on the counter. “That’s low, Carter.”
“And true or you’d be the first to tell
me I’m wrong. If I had a choice, I’d be married by Monday to help dispel all
the media crap created by yours and Gwen’s night on the Texas town. I thought I
could come to you and obtain a little bit of cooperation.”
“A little bit of cooperation. Marriage
is a tad more than a little bit of anything.” Her voice rose and her knuckles
started to grip the counter.
“Yet you earn your living arranging
marriages or partnerships on trite reasons less important than mine.” How dare
she follow a moral high ground. Maybe she’d forgotten how well versed he was on
her and Samantha’s business.
“You forget that our clients have to
approve of the relationships we arrange. They have to like the person—”
He laughed, interrupting her. “Do you
really want to pretend we aren’t friends to prove your point?”
Her cheeks grew rosy which he had to
admit was a much better than the pasty color she’d been sporting when he walked
into the house. He felt the fire burning inside her as she shot daggers with
her eyes.
“You’re my best friend’s husband’s
friend. If you’re looking for a wife you might peek into your little black
book, or whatever it is you use, and draw another name.”
Carter let his arms drop and took two
steps closer. The angrier she became, the more his blood churned. His body
responded to her outrage, but not in anger. “I don’t want to draw another
name.”
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